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Chapter eight hundred and eighth pull into the arms

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    Zhou Fang carefully sprayed the potion onto the wound, frowned worriedly: "Are you going to rest for a while longer? I plan to see if there are any good scripts in these two days."

    "There is no need to rest." Bai Yueguang shook her head, this little injury won't delay anything, and besides, there is no pain or swelling anymore.

    "you sure?"

    Zhou Fang put the spray on the side: "I've checked, you still have hundreds of thousands in your card, save a little and you can last for a while."

    "No need, let's start updating actor information tomorrow."

    Bai Yueguang turned over and lay down on her front, with the quilt draped over her lap.

    "Update actor information?"

    "Well, the previous promotional photos were too" Bai Yueguang rolled his eyes, and finally chose a word that didn't sound too bad, "Too stupid."

    This is telling the truth.

    In the past, Bai Yueguang was very conservative when accepting dramas. In order to cater to the aesthetics of youth school drama directors, the promotional photos were all pure and innocent.

    Japanese style, straight bangs, innocent eyes, peach pink blush, red bean paste or pink lipstick, completely unrecognizable, how stupid it looks.

    "My external image is suitable for a domineering, coquettish or sassy chivalrous style. I never want to play a young and beautiful girl of seventeen or eighteen."

    "My God, I will contact the photo studio for you tomorrow! Good night!"

    Zhou Fang happily turned off the light and lay down, and had already started to dream of the white moonlight becoming popular in the future.

    The white moonlight after the water in my mind is drained is so charming!

    After a while, Bai Yueguang heard Zhou Fang's breathing began to become even.

    But Bai Yueguang couldn't sleep.

    She has suffered from insomnia for more than half a year, and she was able to sleep for so long yesterday thanks to those medicines with stabilizing ingredients.

    Bai Yueguang opened his eyes and looked at the moon outside the window, the moonlight was hazy, embedded in the deep indigo sky.

    She got up and climbed onto the bay window to look out. The night sky of the city did not welcome twinkling stars.

    Looking down, someone seemed to be smoking downstairs.  Zhou Fang lived on the 12th floor, and Bai Yueguang couldn't see clearly, only a little scarlet light.

    It seems that she is not the only one who is lonely in the middle of the night.

    Half an hour later, the man stubbed out his cigarette and drove away.

    Early the next morning, Bai Yueguang usually got up early and went downstairs for a run.

    Zhou Fang rubbed his eyes in a daze when he heard the voice: "Bring me the soy milk fritters downstairs, I want sweet soy milk!"

    "There is oil and sugar, Zhou Fang, just wait until you get fat!"

    Zhou Fang turned over and muttered, "I don't need to film"

    Well, Bai Yueguang, who was going to make money by filming, changed into sports clothes, put on a mask and hat, made sure she was covered tightly, and went out.

    Walking out of the elevator, Bai Yueguang was still thinking that he had to run around the neighborhood a few times to complete today's exercise, but he didn't notice a man standing beside the elevator.

    She took two steps forward, her wrist was grabbed by someone, and then she was pulled to the fire exit by the other party.

    The man is tall and tall, subduing Bai Yueguang is effortless at all, and he pulls her forward and puts her in his arms.

    Just as Bai Yueguang was about to shout, he bumped into the other person's chest, and a familiar smell hit his face.

    It is Huo Zhengting's most commonly used musk ink-scented perfume.

    The after-mixed ink smell is particularly mellow, like the pen copybook that Bai Yueguang practiced when he was a child, it smells very good.

    Huo Zhengting hugged her, and he was very familiar with every inch of her body. Last night he slept alone in the big empty bed, feeling terribly uncomfortable.

    Bai Yueguang wanted to struggle, but he was afraid that it would be worse if others saw the noise, so he let him hold her.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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