Maybe he was really tired from driving last night, and Nanyang slept in a rare sleep. It stands to reason that she usually wakes up at 90, which is around six in the morning. But today she slept until eight o'clock for the first time ever.
And was woken up by Xiao Ye's voice.
"Why did you let Boss Nan sleep on the sofa..." Xiaoye's deliberately lowered voice came from the entrance.
Zhu Qinghuan's voice was also very low: "I let her choose first, she wants to sleep on the sofa herself."
"Aren't you both married? Haven't you been in bed for so long?"
"… No."
"Damn, why?"
"I do not want to."
"If you don't want to, she really didn't want to touch you?"
"Well, no."
"Boss Nan is also very talkative. Last time I was in the car, I could see that she likes you very much. She likes it like this and can't stop touching you. What a god! Look at how pitiful Boss Nan is, This sofa is probably folded after sleeping all night..."
Nanyang sat up in confusion, Xiaoye and Zhu Qinghuan saw that she was awake, so they didn't continue talking.
"Boss Nan, you're awake," Xiao Ye smiled. "It's good to wake up. Hurry up and pack up, we're going to the studio."
"The two of us go out first and wait for you outside." Zhu Qinghuan thoughtfully pulled Xiaoye out, fearing that it would affect Nanyang's change of clothes.
Nanyang got up from the sofa and went into the bathroom sleepily. After washing, she took out the clean underwear hanging next to the radiator to change it, completely unaware that she hadn't washed them at all last night. She was used to having a clean one waiting for her every day, so she didn't notice anything wrong for a while.
When she picked up the fully charged mobile phone on the coffee table, she still didn't notice anything wrong.
The breathing light of the mobile phone was flickering frantically, and with a swipe to unlock the screen, Sun Xuxue's news bounced out like crazy. It probably means that I can't find my ancestor when we came together this morning. If my ancestor doesn't reply, she will call the police or something. Nanyang replied: [I am visiting the class. ]
After a while, the news of Sun Xuxue bombarded again, "Old Ancestor, please don't run around alone, okay?" "If Grandpa knew I lost you, he would scold me to death" "Wuwuwuwu you are here now. Where is the address? I'll find you." "Is it the God Dance crew?" "Would you like me to bring something over there?" "Do you need gas in your car?" It's a BMW, do you want me to drive your Audi?" "Didn't you always say that the color of that BMW is ugly? How anxious were you yesterday? You drove away with a car you didn't like"...
Nanyang frowned.
Open the avatar and click the three dots.
add to blacklist.
Sure.
Um.
The world is finally quiet.
After she packed up, she picked up the down jacket hanging on the hanger at the door and put it on, and buttoned her hat carefully. Her ears are sensitive and easily red, and can't be called cold wind.
Xiaoye took the two of them into the car and drove straight to the studio of Shenwu.
This is the Zangzuo Film and Television City, the filming base for costume films, a national-level film and television industry test site. Eight of the ten costume films were shot here, and the same small pavilion can be seen in at least three different dramas. Therefore, it is destined to gather a large number of film and television stars who are in business, as well as die-hard fans from all walks of life and paparazzi who are squatting everywhere.
When they arrived at the filming studio, Zhu Qinghuan went straight to the dressing room. She is the heroine and must race against time. In the morning, she has been late for a long time because she has to wait for Nan Yang to get up. If she goes too late, the director will probably get angry.
In the dressing room, Xia Shan had already arrived. His wig and makeup had already been done, and he was dangling around in a sweater. Seeing Zhu Qinghuan coming, his face instantly opened with a smile, and he went to greet him: "I wish you are here?"
"Cough!" Xiao Ye hurriedly coughed. Usually, Xia Shan always comes here eagerly to post congratulations. No matter what the situation is today, Boss Nan is here today! Xia Shan is trying to flirt with his sister and don't die.
Nan Yang, who was at the back, frowned.
She usually doesn't let her emotions show color in public, and if she frowns in the presence of so many people, it means she is really not very happy.
"Morning." Zhu Qinghuan just nodded with a smile.
Xia Shan was about to go this way when his assistant stopped him and whispered something to him. He stared blankly at Nan Yang, who was silent, and finally sat back in his seat obediently.
Two makeup artists came over to do Zhu Qinghuan's hair. Xiaoye took out the hot porridge that Zhuzhu had ordered yesterday, but she changed it into a lunch box after it was heated in the morning, and did not use the heat preservation bucket that Nanyang brought. So when Zhu Qinghuan was eating porridge, Nanyang didn't realize that it was the porridge he made himself.
Zhu Qinghuan was busy eating, and the make-up artist dressed her up. Nanyang sat on the sofa in the back, took out his Kindlepw4, and opened the Kindle. In addition to a long list of Chinese and foreign famous books, there were several new files on top. It was she who asked Sun Xuxue to help her make a bi-format "Nan Huan Nu'ai CP" fanfiction.
When she saw the CP's name, her eyebrows were twisted into pimples.
It's too ugly, really.
She thought it was unpleasant, so she had to click in to see it. The more he looked, the more he frowned. Tong Wenren likes to write tragedies too much now, and they are still getting married. Wenli's batches of beggings are not allowed to part with life and death, which makes her troubled.
Open another one, this one has no tragic plot, just a colorful plot throughout. From the first natural section to the end of the last natural section, there are all kinds of passion, all kinds of vulgarity, all kinds of parts that cannot be described below the neck. In addition to the portrayal of various postures, there is no nutritious content.
Nanyang frowned and added a bookmark.
Um.
This is called excellent creation. Excellent creation is to learn other things while passing the time.
After a while, she will go to Weibo to find the original author and like it.
She still doesn't realize how terrible it is to end up agreeing with the humanities. But fortunately, the official Weibo account called "Nanyang" that Xiaotian Entertainment used to hype is not used by herself.
After reading the article on her hand, she read it again.
The Kindle probably never dreamed that it would be used to look at this kind of thing.
Zhu Qinghuan's makeup and hair are almost done over there, and she immediately went to the dressing room to change her costumes.
The plot of the god dance is about the story of the ancient times, when the sky was very dry and there was no rain for several months, the national teacher selected a so-called "goddess" among the common people and sent it to the sacrificial platform to perform the sacrificial dance. She sacrificed herself to heaven for rain. When the girl was sacrificed, she didn't die completely. She breathed a sigh of relief, and was quietly rescued by the prince of the dynasty and hid in the East Palace. After that, a bunch of bloody things happened, too many to list.
There is no doubt that Zhu Qinghuan played the poor little one who was sent to the sacrificial altar, and Xia Shan played the unlucky prince.
Before Nanyang came, Zhu Qinghuan had been filming the sacrificial dance for three days, but it had never been done well. It's not that she dances badly, it's that director Li Dong is really too thin. If the angle is not right, he will start over again. If you repeat a movement twenty or thirty times, he may dig out the movements that have already passed. Second, in the past few days, Zhu Qinghuan danced so much that the stars turned around in front of her eyes, thinking that it might be better to sacrifice her.
Just dancing is enough. The key is that the clothes in this scene are very complicated, and the red ribbons are wrapped around the body. In order to ensure the beauty of the dance, the skirt needs to be worn inside and outside eight layers. It looks really good when you turn it around, but it doesn't feel so good when you wear it on your body, it's stuffy and hot, and you can't go to the toilet.
She needed three people to help her just to get dressed, and she wore it alive for more than an hour. After wearing it, I came out of the changing room, already sweating.
Nan Yang raised his eyes from the Kindle, and saw Zhu Qinghuan wearing a red and complicated dress, his expression was startled.
Her in ancient costume.
light joy.
Suddenly stupefied.
At that moment, Nanyang felt as if he had returned to a day three thousand years ago. Back on an unusual morning 3,000 years ago, she was wearing a newly bought red dress, and she smiled and asked her master if she was good-looking, and she would say with a straight face, what is the proper way for a cultivator to dress so vulgarly? She will come over and lie on her lap and say, Master, am I not pretty? I'm so pretty, why don't you try to like me
At such a moment, she suddenly felt that these three thousand years were like a dream of her own.
After waking up from the dream, she and she are still in ancient times, the Northern Punishment Palace where snow falls all year round.
After realizing that he was absent for a moment, Nanyang immediately retracted his eyes that had obviously lost his temper, and sorted out his expression as quickly as possible. Fortunately, no one noticed that something was wrong with her. Everyone's attention was the same as hers, focusing on Zhu Qinghuan, who had just finished changing her clothes.
The red color really complimented her soft and charming face. Everyone sighed in their hearts, which is the sacrificed goddess, this is the sacrificed demon girl. This face makes people feel that she deserves to be sacrificed. This is a fairy, a fairy who can pull the most calm and reserved person from the cloud into the abyss.
Xiaoye hurriedly went to wipe her sweat and unscrewed the mineral water bottle to let her drink some water. She didn't dare to drink too much, and it was inconvenient to go to the toilet for a long time.
While drinking water, a group of people came to the dressing room. It was mentioned by Zhu Qinghuan yesterday, and the interview was scheduled.
The assistant director came over to communicate a few words, and agreed to accept the interview first, and then start shooting after the interview.
Zhu Qinghuan held the mouth of the mineral water bottle and sipped it while looking at Nanyang sitting on the sofa in the corner. Nanyang understood what she meant, closed his Kindle and read half of the texts in various poses, pulled his long hair on his temples behind his ears, stood up and walked to her side.
Only the hands are still shaking slightly.
Although Nanyang concealed it well, Zhu Qinghuan saw her abnormality at a glance, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you want to be interviewed? If you don't want to, I can let Xiaoye speak..."
"No." Nanyang interrupted her, looking aside.
"That's good."
Zhu Qinghuan pursed his lips, as if he wanted to raise his hand to hold Nanyang's hand and squeeze it comfortably, but he moved his fingers, but he couldn't lift them up.
The reporter chose a secluded room with only one sofa. They set up the equipment and invited Nanyang and Zhu Qinghuan to sit on the sofa and started the interview.
"Come on, please introduce yourself first." The reporter hid behind the camera and guided him with a smile.
Zhu Qinghuan waved to the camera with a standard smile, a standard tone, and a standard tone: "Hello everyone, I'm Zhu Qinghuan, I'm very happy to accept this interview with Huazhong Entertainment, hello. "
Nanyang seemed to be in a daze and did not speak.
The reporter reminded in a low voice, "Boss Nan? Boss Nan?"
"Huh?" Nan Yang's eyebrows moved slightly.
"Introduce yourself!" The reporter shouted in a low voice.
Nanyang looked at Zhu Qinghuan.
Zhu Qinghuan immediately answered, "I'm sorry, she usually doesn't like to talk much, so let me introduce you. This is Nanyang, the young master of the Mei family, needless to say too much? You should all know me. Don't you shout to see her every day in the comments?"
The reporter was relieved when she saw that she had rounded up familiarly, and made a joke to the audience in front of the camera.
"Then may I ask you two, how do you feel after marriage? Isn't the relationship very sweet?"
Nanyang: "..."
Zhu Qinghuan: "After marriage, it has been very smooth. She also supports my work very much. If the relationship is not good, she will not come here to visit my class now, right? Haha."
Have a good laugh.
"Let me ask you two more, you just got the marriage certificate, but haven't held the wedding yet. Is it convenient to start planning the wedding?"
Nanyang: "..."
Zhu Qinghuan: "This may be considered later, because I am busy with work now, and she does not have much free time. Maybe I will make up for it later."
"There will be a large-scale husband and wife travel variety show in a while. I heard that the program team intends to invite the two of you. Do you have any plans to participate?"
Zhu Qinghuan: "I haven't heard the company mention it yet. If I am fortunate enough to receive an invitation and I happen to have a schedule, the company should communicate with the program team over there."
"May I ask Zhu Zhu, what do you think of some online comments against your rising marriage?"
"I think… "
Nanyang began to lose his mind again. At first, he listened to two Qinghuan polite words, and then he chose to be deaf. The entertainment industry is so boring. They always ask fake questions, and then force celebrities to make fake answers.
After an unknown period of time, the reporter cautiously called Nanyang again in cold sweat: "Boss Nan? Boss Nan? You can say a few words. If you don't say a word, we really can't cut it, please. please…”
Nanyang came back to his senses and spit out two words: "You ask."
The reporter was relieved, and hurriedly asked the last question: "Do you two plan to have children? Who are you planning to give birth to? Have you discussed this issue?"
Zhu Qinghuan: "We haven't..."
"I was born."
Nanyang said lightly.