C3

Mi Su repeatedly practiced in her room for a long time. While she was in there, she recited these lines, and according to her character's settings, it was easy to understand the degree of accuracy of her emotions.

Just think of her in the studio, the director and a bunch of staff listening...

That image...

She gathered her thoughts, not daring to think any further!

However …

Thinking of the bills, Mi Su was like a warrior who was about to enter the battlefield, his whole body releasing a dazzling light of justice.

She is a Chinese citizen who tries hard to go up!

She is a professional dubbing staff!

She is...

"Ugh …"

She yawned, fell asleep, laid her head on the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The next day.

Mi Su went to the supermarket and bought a bunch of daily necessities.

In the evening, she received a call from her best friend, Xia Anan. She hurriedly put on a coat and went out with her backpack.

When they arrived at their destination, Xia Anan was leaning on a relatively quiet spot. She had already ordered a pile of aromatic kebabs, and beer cans were placed on the table.

It was midnight, and there were plenty of seats at the roadside stall.

Xia Anan opened the can of beer, her beautiful face was red from drinking the beer, she rudely nibbled on the roasted meat, and with a hoarse voice she said, "Celebrating that I finished my work and received a reward!"

Mi Su paused when she sat down: "An An, what's wrong with your throat?"

Xia Anan angrily bit down on the food in her mouth. Her originally clear and pleasant voice had become hoarse, but it wasn't hard to hear.

"…"

The character that Xia Anan had received was a anti-Japanese drama. There were not many lines, the phrase 'charge' was unique in nature, especially when it came to shouting loudly, creating an effect of 'justice' and 'heroic and heroic'.

It was no wonder that her voice was so badly damaged.

Regarding this, Mi Su expressed sympathy.

The two of them drank and chatted.

While talking, Mi Su talked about the script that was given to her by the director.

Xia Anan lewdly smiled. Not only did she not sympathize with her, she even took pleasure in her misfortune, "The director has good taste. Your voice is really suitable for that kind of tone. If I were a man …"

Mi Su bit her skewer as she glared at her fiercely!

When they were almost done eating, the two of them held their heads drunkenly and stared at each other.

Suddenly, a few black Bentleys stopped.

A group of men in black suits got off the car and quickly cleared the area.

In a blink of an eye, only Mi Su and Mi Su was left at the scene.

In the middle of the black Bentley was a Rolls-Royce Silver Demon.

Lin Feng walked down first and opened the back door.

Rong Jinchu did not close his eyes for three whole days. There was a faint green color at the corner of his eyes and he smelled a spicy smell. He took out a handkerchief that was folded in the pocket of his suit and covered his mouth and nose.

Even so, the unhappiness accumulated between his brows did not diminish.

The intertwining neon lights shone on his 188 cm height, causing the figure pulled out from the ground to tilt at an extremely long angle.

He was dressed in a hand-cut black suit with gold cufflinks that reflected a luxurious glow.

Her delicate face was currently as cold as the moonlight. It was extremely chilling.

He raised his foot and walked towards the direction of Mi Su.

Mi Su's eyes became misty, her fair cheeks became red, her clear eyes landed on the figure in her line of sight, on her pink lips.

Rong Jinchu squinted his eyes as his breathing stagnated.

Almost before any of them spoke, he could tell who was the woman who had affected his twenty years of sleep.

His deep voice was filled with certainty.

"Mi Su."