The filming of Horch and Lin Yintong is over, and the director made up again for Sheng Qiao's eye scene, which ended today's filming.
Lin Yintong finally watched her deflate after eating. Of course she would not let this opportunity pass. Yin and Yang said weirdly: "Xiao Qiao, what happened to you just now? Why are you still jealous?"
Sheng Qiao: "Isn't this a wife fan?"
Lin Yintong: "..."
She smiled, put on the jacket Ding Jian handed over, turned and left.
After getting in the car, Fang Bai drove, Ding Jian sat with her in the back row, watching the filming plan for tomorrow, Sheng Qiao suddenly asked: "Did you see it just now? Am I really jealous?"
Ding Jian: "It's hard to say if you are jealous, you just have a sad expression anyway."
Sheng Qiao: "..."
This is impossible. Although she is a wife fan, she has always been a wife fan who would cry and bless even if the idol is in love and getting married. The education she received allows her to clearly separate reality and dreams, and never conjecture too much about idols.
Besides, this is just shooting a scene. Why are you still jealous
Oh my god, is it because you have been in close contact with Horch for too long, so you have unrealistic fantasies? !
Don't be greedy in what you love! Remember this sentence forever!
Hurry up and put away the thoughts of crazy testing on the edge of the boundary! ! !
While thinking about it, the phone shook, and when the phone showed "My Baby", Sheng Qiao almost didn't dare to answer it. No, the more she doesn't pick up, the more she looks guilty. She has no conscience and is upright and must pick up!
"Horch~!"
"What do you want for dinner? I asked Xiaodan to buy it."
"It's okay, do you want to eat with me?"
"Well, wait for me in the room."
Oh, idol teased her again.
Listen, "Wait for me in the room", hum.
Not long after returning to the room, Horch came with food. Three dishes and one soup are her favorites.
Help, what should I do if idols are too fond of fans? Urgent, online etc.
Horch saw her eating slowly and absent-mindedly, and asked: "What's the matter? Isn't it delicious?"
Sheng Qiao poked the rice with chopsticks, and for a long time he said earnestly: "Horch, you are too fond of fans, it's not good."
Horch put down the bowl and asked without a smile: "What's not good?"
She said distressed: "It's easy to make fans confused and can't figure out where you are."
Horch looked at her for a while, and said slowly: "Then reposition."
Sheng Qiao was stunned, his gaze shifted upwards, and fell on his face with the corners of his lips slightly pressed. After a long time, he hesitated and asked: "What do you mean by repositioning?"
Horch squinted at her.
Sheng Qiao: "You want to stabilize your friendship with me, right?!"
Horch: "???"
day.
The heat is not enough, you have to cook.
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The filming in the next few days went smoothly. Sheng Qiao and Horch had run-in enough, and both found their status, and the two had basically had a match between them.
The crew’s shooting routine is actually very boring. The filming of a scene is repeated, and the line goes back and forth at three o’clock every day. Especially in the later stage, the director starts to rush to the scene, shooting many scenes a day, and the actors constantly switch emotions. , Brain power alone is extremely exhausted, and every day is close to the edge of collapse.
Sheng Qiao is even more tired. She plays the role of a criminal policeman. Although there are substitutes for martial arts, she still needs to play by herself. In addition to filming, she spends the rest of the time on the set to learn fighting skills from the special police specially invited by the crew.
My arms and legs are often blue and purple, and my body smells of safflower oil every day.
Only then did I know that actors are really not easy.
When eating at noon, Lin Yintong walked to Sheng Qiao with a calm face: "Xiao Qiao, you don't have to send me meals every day, I can just eat the boxed lunch of the crew."
"How can I do that?" Sheng Qiao was rubbing a bottle of safflower oil in his hand, and raised his head with a smile: "I promise to provide seniors for three months. I must do it, otherwise everyone will say nothing. I believe it."
Lin Yintong gritted her teeth: "I don't want to eat eggplant anymore!"
Sheng Qiao smiled: "Isn't seniors favorite eggplant? I buy them according to your taste."
Lin Yintong stared at her for a long time, and suddenly put on an aggrieved expression: "Xiao Qiao, did you deliberately target me? If you are dissatisfied with me, you can tell Dao Wang and the others, why use this method."
Several staff members around watched their noses and mouths, eating melons in silence.
Sheng Qiao touched the safflower oil fingers for a while, then shook his head and smiled: "This is called targeting? Compared to the predecessors who knew that I was allergic to eggplant but forced me to eat eggplant, am I not insignificant?"
"You! Don't spit people! I don't even know what eggplant allergy you are talking about!"
"Then you know now." She raised her lips and smiled sweetly. "If eggplants appear in my food in the future, it will be made by seniors by default."
"you!"
Sheng Qiao turned around and told Ding Jian: "Tell the little assistant that you don't need to send meals to Senior Lin every day. People don't appreciate it, and we won't waste this human and financial resources."
Lin Yintong was almost to death by the sarcasm in her words.
Not far away, Xiaodan brought Horch the lunch box he had received, and whispered: "Your wife's fan is quite sharp."
Horch tapped his hand with the head of his chopsticks: "That's a shrewd voice."
Little egg: "..."
OK.
The afternoon play was at the courthouse again. Sheng Qiao ran back and forth from the steps several times before the director called out. In the afternoon, when the sun was big, she took off her police cap and fanned her eyes. She saw someone walking up the stairs next to her in a suit and an assistant who looked like an assistant.
Sheng Qiao couldn't hold back for a moment: "Brother!"
No one paid any attention to him, and Chang Ji asked strangely: "Xiao Qiao, who are you calling?"
Sheng Qiao waved his hand, trot over quickly, and shouted as he ran: "Qiao Yu! Qiao Yu!"
Qiao Yu stopped then, turned his head and looked very surprised.
Sheng Qiao has ran up, smiling with a small face upside down and said: "Why are you here?"
Before Qiao Yu came, he knew that the court venue was rented to a crew for filming, but he didn't expect it to be her. He smiled somewhat unexpectedly: "There is a case here. Come and get the information."
He turned his head and ordered the assistant beside him: "You go up and wait for me first." When the assistant left, he looked back at her police uniform and smiled: "You are the policeman?"
Sheng Qiao nodded: "Hmm!" She turned around in a reductive manner, "Does it look good? Is it Tweed?"
Qiao Yu pouted her lips and teased her intentionally: "Generally, it looks like a fake policeman."
Sheng Qiao punched him in the arm.
Seeing her sweating profusely, Qiao Yu asked after joking, "Is it thirsty? There is a cold drink shop over there."
"I want to eat ice cream."
Qiao Yu snapped his fingers: "Go, please eat."
She nodded happily, then turned her head and called Ding Jian: "I'll be back in a while."
Then the whole crew watched the heroine run away with a tall and handsome stranger.
Field Note: "Who is that person? Is Xiao Qiao boyfriend?"
Coordinator: "I haven't heard that Xiao Qiao is in love. If he is a boyfriend, he can't be so blatant."
The producer asked Horch next to him gossiping: "Is that Xiao Qiao's boyfriend?"
Horch: "..."
He really didn't know.
After all, there is no legal requirement that a wife fan can't make a boyfriend.
Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, and half an hour passed, Horch walked up to Ding Jian with a blank face: "Call her back, can't the scene be filmed?"
Ding Jian said: "Qiao Qiao is out of play this afternoon..."
He glanced at Horch's cold expression, suppressed the second half of the words, and silently took out the phone.
Sheng Qiao came back soon.
There were two big bags of cold drinks in her hands, and they were handed to Ding Jian for her to distribute to the staff. He ran up to Horch and handed him a cup of coffee snow top.
She always knows what he likes to eat and drink.
Horch stretched out his hand to take it, looked down and said nothing, went to sit down without drinking, put the snow top on the ground, picked up the script and looked through it.
Sheng Qiao also waited eagerly for him to say something delicious. Seeing his cold appearance, he pouted, thinking that he was not doing well in the filming, and did not bother him. He walked back to his seat and sat down silently.
Horch: "..."
The low air pressure lasted until the end of the night scene. Sheng Qiao filmed two chasing night scenes. When she returned to the hotel, her legs were shaking with exhaustion. He took a shower and leaned over on the bed, asking Ding Jian to help her wipe the medicine.
Ding Jian was taking medicine in the living room, the door rang slowly, and when he opened it, Horch stood outside calmly.
Seeing the Yunnan Baiyao safflower oil in her hand, she frowned and opened the door to walk in.
Sheng Qiao was still lying on the bed, his head buried in the pillow, too tired, and he didn't even hear the door bang. Until someone walked in, she weakly lifted the T-shirt up a bit, revealing her back waist with a full grip.
"It's so painful here too. See if it's swollen, and spray some medicine."
She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, bruises on her arms and calves, and some redness and swelling on her back, all caused by slaps.
After a while, some cool potion was sprayed on the waist, fingers covered, and gently rubbed, she stretched her body and said dullly: "Take it lightly."
The strength suddenly became lighter, followed by her shoulders and calves. She lay on the pillow and sighed sadly: "Do you think Horch is a bit weird today?"
With a pause of her finger, her T-shirt was pulled down, and a faint voice sounded behind her: "Where is it?"
Sheng Qiao almost turned off the bed with a shit.
"Hoho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho... Horch! Why are you?"
Seeing the medicine bottle in his hand, and thinking of the skin brushed by her fingers just now, her face was flushed.
Horch still looked at her lightly: "Why do you think I am?"
She was almost crying.
After she sat up, she could see bruises on her shoulders and wrists. His pretentious coldness could no longer be maintained. He sighed and sat down by the bed, holding her wrists.
Sheng Qiao still wanted to struggle, he said in a deep voice, "Don't move."
She dared not move at once.
He lowered his head and sprayed the medicine, rubbing his fingers back and forth on the injured area, so that the medicine could be absorbed by the skin, with a gentle and gentle force. Sheng Qiao stared at his long eyelashes, and he could see God.
After a while, he released his hand, "When filming a scene like this, there is no one but you." She stared at him and said nothing. Horch put the medicine bottle by the bed and stood up: "Go to bed early, there will be more scenes tomorrow."
He turned around and went out. Sheng Qiao was still sitting on the bed. The skin brushed by his fingers was as hot as fire.
Horch's kindness to her seems to have exceeded the category of pet fans.
He won't like himself? ?
Sheng Qiao was taken aback by the crazy idea that came out of his mind. After reacting, he knocked hard on his head.
Damn it, I'm too bloated.
How prolific it is, how bold people are, and even dare to think about such whimsical things.
What are my few things worthy of idols to like
Sheng Qiao, Sheng Qiao, you really want to eat swan meat.