In fact, she knew very well in her heart that if City H could be cured, how could it make up the nose held by the Fangzheng Medical Center for so long.
It's just that at this time, I still don't want to be softened.
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"Crack—ok, great!" Director Wang stood up excitedly and kept clapping his hands. This action was the most he did in the past few days.
This guy Chu Yan is simply a born actor. He can remember his lines after reading his lines, and he won't miss a single word.
The shape, lines, and camera feel are all the best actors he has ever seen.
Chu Yan walked to the chair and sat down, took the phone from the assistant, and quickly unlocked it with his fingerprints.
No missed calls, no WeChat unread, no text messages, no emails, nothing.
He frowned, wondering what is this girl up to? I didn't answer her phone calls, and didn't reply to WeChat messages. It might have been an accident in the hospital, right
He dialed Dongfang Mu's phone quickly, and the phone rang seven times before he was picked up. There were noisy voices, accompanied by women's crying, men's dull growl, and children's crying. It was more lively than the children's hospital.
He quickly stood up and asked nervously, "Master, is there something wrong?"
Dongfang Mu yelled at the phone: "We are going to be so busy. The business of Yaotang is very good, and it is so busy. If you don't have time to listen to your nonsense, just talk about it if you have anything to do."
Chu Yan's hanging heart slowly fell to the ground, a faint smile evoked at the corner of his mouth, and his black eyes were as deep as the sea: "Master, haven't you been complaining about the bad business before? Now that the business is good, are you unhappy?" It turned out that business was so good that he had no time to answer his phone, so he sat back and adjusted a comfortable posture.
Dongfang Mu snorted: "Your kid is so embarrassed to say that it's okay to shoot any ghost scenes? I don't know how to stay and help. Do you know how tired your master is these days? You can't eat well and sleep well."
Chu Yan frowned again: "Where is Zhi'er? She must have worked harder than you!"
Dongfang Mu scolded, "Of course, she is the doctor here. She can deal with the poison of these children. Everyone counts on her. Those bastards who kill a thousand knives are doing this kind of mess. , It's not a superficial harm."
Chu Yan didn't know much about this, but he also read the news in the past few days and probably knows a little bit.
"You let her pay attention to her body, don't get tired, or I won't let her go." He sighed helplessly, he couldn't help with this kind of thing.
Su Ting walked over to him and sat down, and an assistant immediately followed him with a small fan, blowing towards Su Ting.
The costume is very complicated and thick. It was early summer weather. In this shed full of headlights, her back was already wet and sticky.
Chu Yan was not much better than her, the same heat, the same sweating.
With a sweet smile on Su Ting's soft face, she whispered: "I'm not hot anymore, please instigate Mr. Chu."
The assistant hesitated. To her, Chu Yan was like an ice sculpture of a Rakshasa, without temperature, emotion, fierce and evil.
She also didn't know what Su Ting thought, why such a cold and ferocious man still leaned toward him.
Chu Yan didn't even look at Su Ting, and got up to leave.
Producer Li came over and said, "Where are you going? Let's take a break!" Chu Yan filmed four scenes in a row, from 6 in the morning to 1:30 now, without stopping. It's hard to get intermittent sometimes, where else to go