C40 An Angel Is Still a Genius

Yu Xiaoxiao called Yang Mian over to join the competition and eat melon seeds. When she saw that Han Chung was only holding his phone and muttering to himself for a long time, she couldn't help but remind him, "Why aren't you going out yet? Don't let the little girl wait for you."

Yang Yongyong seemed to inadvertently twist his waist and smiled seductively, "Don't tell me Cheng Cheng wants to stay and accompany me?"

Han Chung acted as if he didn't hear her and stared straight at the phone. In the album, Shen Yi smiled pure and sunny. Her beautiful eyes curved into the crescent moon in the sky. Her eyes, which were as black as ink, were refracted with a rippling light. She looked at the camera. Like an angel who had fallen into the mortal world, the emotions in her eyes were conveyed without missing a single detail. It made people unconsciously smile at her.

Han Chung had learned how to perform before, so he knew that this was a shocking infectious and expressive ability.

She was a newbie, but she had a terrifying talent for acting. She was like a demon that had just been born. She had the purest pair of eyes and the most fatal temptation.

When he first saw her, he knew that even if she just stood there quietly, it would still be the most beautiful scenery. Unknowingly, she had attracted everyone's attention.

However, he could not ignore the indescribable aura around her.

Something like an aura could be said to be fake. It could not be seen or touched. However, he had been in the entertainment industry for many years and had seen many different kinds of people. He could pat his chest and say that this girl was still studying. She had a powerful aura -

It is not very aggressive, but it is the most tempting.

But she just had to be called Shen Yi.

She had the same name as Oscar Shen Yi, the same name, and the same beauty.

This face was really perfect, as if it had been carefully calculated and sculpted. The edges of her facial features were perfect, and there were no flaws in having an extra strand of hair to marry into her family. The beloved child was definitely the favored child of the heavens.

As if to verify something, Han Chung silently flipped through the photos again. All the emotions flashed through his eyes. One of them was a picture of Han Chung poking her in the face, and Shen Yi subconsciously avoided it. She raised her eyebrows and slightly wrinkled her nose. Her cheeks even puffed up like an angry pufferfish. Her furrowed brows carried some dissatisfaction towards the instigator, but it did not seem to be annoying. Instead, he was extremely cute.

In an instant, the clogged thoughts in his heart cleared up.

No, they were different. Oscar Shen Yi was the queen, but Shen Yi was the angel.

Both of them were very beautiful. One was cold and beautiful, and the other was seductive.

Han Chung took out his phone and opened the door to go downstairs.

Yang Ning felt that he did not have the intention to ask any further questions. He glanced at Yu Xiaoxiao and quickly started eating melon seeds! Stupid fish head!

Hazy had been written by Han Chung himself. The melody could not be compared to his previous golden song, but it had given him an unprecedented amount of energy.

The theme of this song was first love and destruction, but in Han Chung's heart, it was actually a memorial and salvation. It was a memorial to the youth that had passed away, to save the dirtier and dirtier soul. If there was someone with a good language, they would definitely say this. This was a metaphor or a symbol. Borrowing the first love symbolizes youth, borrowing the dirty mind symbolizes destruction. And what he needed to do was to let the hidden emotions of people burst out from the melody.

He stepped down the steps one by one. As soon as he looked up, he found that they had already started filming.

Shen Yi was sitting in the hollow carved chair near the window of the coffee shop. The brilliant sunlight shone through the clear window and jumped onto the hair on her shoulders. Through the fine strands of hair, the mottled coffee table.

Han Chung had never seen such an infectious emotion accumulate in a pair of eyes. It was so detailed that every single one of her eyelashes was expressing her emotions on the outside.