Chapter 709 I Became the Actor’s Wife Fan (31)

"But, all this is based on the premise that you have already received the script. If there is no God's perspective, can you really guarantee that your work will be better than the protagonist?"

Everyone was silent.

Including Fu Yue.

Because of what Jiang Yuzhi said, Fu Yue was at a loss for a moment.

Because, isn't she just in a book now? As a heroine who has received the script, ask yourself, how is she doing...

But all this is based on the premise that she got the script.

If she doesn't know the plot, can she really do better than the original owner?

Fu Yue's eyes gradually became confused, and everything around her gradually faded away. She seemed to be standing alone in the middle of the world, lonely, at a loss, without anyone's company.

Until a pair of hands held her shoulders.

The man's slender fingers were warm and powerful, and his sweet, low-pitched voice sounded in her ears, "Classmate Chu, Classmate Chu, wake up, how are you feeling now? Are you okay?"

Fu Yue blinked her eyes slowly, and then she realized that she had fallen to the ground, and Jiang Yuzhi was squatting in front of her, leaning down slightly, reaching out to hold her shoulders, with a worried and embarrassed expression. Cover your concern.

She shook her head with a pale face.

"I'm fine, I just have low blood sugar."

Contrary to everyone's expectations.

The young man bent down slightly, put his slender arms around the girl's slender waist, and lifted her up firmly.

Seeing this scene, the girls in the classroom widened their eyes, covered their lips with their hands, and almost screamed uncontrollably.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

This princess can hold them! !

Woohoo, why weren't they the ones who fainted and couldn't be hugged by Young Master Jiang~

Ying Ying Ying.

Even Fu Yue didn't expect that this person would pick her up directly. He raised his eyes slightly and met a pair of beautiful, clear eyes. The gentle smile in the other person's eyes could almost drown someone.

Jiang Yuzhi held the girl in his arms firmly, with a very cherished attitude, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

He turned his head to face the students, opened his lips and said, "This class is almost over here. This classmate seems to be not feeling well. I will send her to the infirmary first."

"Goodbye, everyone."

After leaving these two sentences.

Jiang Yuzhi held the girl in his arms, stepped out with his long legs, and walked steadily towards the door, giving people the illusion that he seemed to be holding his girl...

Well.

His girl.

What a beautiful phrase.

Being held in someone's arms like this, looking at the man's angular profile, he has a high and straight nose bridge, and his thin lips are crimson, as if they were painted with rouge. From Fu Yue's angle, he can just see the curls of the other man's face. The curvature of eyelashes.

Jiang Yuzhi's figure gradually overlapped with a familiar figure in his mind.

Fu Yue raised her head in a daze.

As if she wanted to touch his face, she opened and closed her lips and murmured: "Jun Heng..."

Her voice was so low that no one but herself could hear her.

Jiang Yuzhi's steps paused slightly.

He lowered his head and stared at Fu Yue with some confusion: "What did you just say?"

The girl woke up from a dream.

She forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, Mr. Jiang, please let me down first. I'll be fine. You're not wearing a mask. It would be bad if others recognize you."

They are now at the corner of a staircase in the teaching building.