Chapter 778： I want to ask Mr. Yan a question

The eyes of a dozen or so young girls were shining brightly, and when they looked at their idols, they seemed to have stars in their eyes.

The fans who came to visit the class gave Qi Su the gifts prepared, flowers, cards, food... The most special of them was a picture scroll with a quaint atmosphere.

He took the gift and kept it carefully, and didn't just throw it to the assistant to deal with it.

Everyone kept chatting, and after signing autographs for fans and taking photos, they asked the assistant to buy hot milk tea to distribute to everyone and carefully told them to be safe when they went back.

His attitude towards fans is not perfunctory in the slightest, gentle and caring, and his every move exudes a unique charm.

After asking the assistant to **** the fans away, Qi Su went to the dressing room to change out of costumes, picked up the pile of gifts and went back to the room.

When I opened the gift and saw the picture scroll with a quaint atmosphere, I was inexplicably attracted, and I carefully picked it up and blown away the fine dust on it.

"..."

Seeing the pictures of the ladies on the scroll, Qi Su's eyes flashed with tenderness that he didn't even notice, and he couldn't help reaching out and rubbing it.

The woman in the painting is wearing a fiery wedding dress, a phoenix crown and a rosary, and the clothes are exquisitely crafted.

The person who painted the painting is very skilled, and he outlines everything in great detail, which is extraordinarily vivid and lifelike, as if he has given life to the other party.

The woman's face was gorgeous and bright, and this wedding dress showed the graceful and luxurious temperament of the whole body.

"My wife, A Nuan..."

Qi Su's hand rubbed the inscription in the corner of the scroll and whispered softly.

After calling out, he suddenly came back to his senses, frowned, and suddenly put the scroll away.

Strange, why did he feel fascinated just looking at it?

What Qi Su didn't notice was that the quaint picture scroll in the cabinet exuded a strange red light, and it returned to calm after a few seconds.

——

night.

After Yan Zhixu finished washing up, he was wearing the white bathrobe prepared by the hotel, with a pair of slippers under his feet. His hair was just half-dried when there was an unhurried knock on the door outside.

Putting down the hair dryer in his hand, he walked to the door and saw the person standing outside through the cat's eyes, and raised his eyebrows wildly.

She opened the door, leaned against the door, stretched out her hand and casually brushed her slightly wet hair, and asked in a calm tone.

"Is something wrong?"

The man standing at the door has a delicate face, white and tender, a little like the popular little milk dog.

He held a script in his hand, blinked his eyelashes, and bowed sincerely, "Hello, Teacher Yan, I'm Liu Lin, the actor who plays Feng Luo, I have a few things that I don't quite understand, may I ask Teacher Yan for advice. Do you want me?"

"Oh? Where not?"

Yan Zhixu's final tone rose, and there was a hint of coldness in those cat eyes, meaning unknown.

Liu Lin opened the script and pointed to one of them. He lowered his head, his ears were slightly red as if he was embarrassed, but his eyes flashed with calculations, which were deeply disgusting.

She took the script, glanced at the place where he pointed just now, and a low chuckle escaped from her throat.

"Will not?"

"Well, please trouble Teacher Yan."

Seeing her good attitude, Liu Lin's heart beat faster, and she was so excited that even her breathing became heavier by two points.

But the voice that sounded in the next second was like pouring down a basin of cold water.

"You can't handle such simple emotions, then you may not be suitable for being an actor, should you consider changing careers?"

Liu Lin: "..."

After saying this, he retracted his gaze, ignored his expression, turned and walked back to the room, ignoring the inaudible sound of taking pictures in the corner.