The reporter from Huazhong Entertainment packed up the equipment satisfactorily, picked up the tripod and left. Some of them had cut this interview, how silent Nanyang was in front of him, and how explosive the last two words were. This character design is really too sloppy. The arrogant and reticent president is willing to become a victim for the petite wife. Isn't this infatuation character design that the group of small fans eat the most? The ultimate contrast, the ultimate cute point.
After the interview, the two people walked towards the filming set in tandem.
Zhu Qinghuan's footsteps suddenly slowed down a bit, as if she wanted to wait for Nanyang to come to her side. But Nanyang saw her slow down, and he also slowed down, pacing not far or near behind her.
Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a long time, then turned her head and said softly: "Don't worry, I won't take the interview content seriously."
Nanyang frowned, "I'm serious."
Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment, his head turned back quickly, and the voice came from the front: "...don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense. If you want a child in the future, I'll have it for you."
Nanyang said the best promise in the most indifferent voice.
Zhu Qinghuan lowered her head, her fingernails fell into her palms, and her lips pursed into a line.
When I came to the shooting site, all the personnel and equipment were in place, just waiting for Zhu Qinghuan to be alone. The makeup artist came over to touch up her makeup and helped her stand on the altar.
The sacrificial altar was built by the crew in three days. It is a little high, in order to show the solemnity of the sacrificial ceremony. Surrounded by various red silk streamers, swaying chaotically in the wind, there are also two cameras on the altar for close-up shots.
Xia Shan, dressed as a prince, sat far away on the high wall. This scene of his is a background, and he has contributed a stunning expression watching the goddess dancing.
Director Li Dong came over to say hello to Nanyang, and then went to take his shot.
Looking at the familiar ancient scene, Nanyang sat on the fishing chair on the side and carefully scanned all the props with his eyes. In fact, the scene was well done, but there were too many cameras and high booms stacked in the venue, which destroyed these ancient elements. Otherwise, she could still immerse herself in such an environment and make memories for a while.
And Qinghuan dancing does not have the kind of viewing feeling of flowing clouds and water as imagined. She basically stops when she makes an action. Each action is taken apart one by one, and the same action is done many times. Maybe the finished product after editing can be more amazing.
When Nanyang was about to take out his Kindle and watch it for a while, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.
She habitually shrank her shoulders back, looked up, and saw the face of a strange woman.
She was filmed by Zhao Dan, the second female actress of Shenwu. She played a little palace maid who was placed by the queen beside the prince. In this scene without her, her scene was in the afternoon. So she didn't wear period costumes, only her hair and makeup were done.
She came to take the initiative to contact Nanyang for no other reason than the fact that she liked the Mei family behind Nanyang. One more thing, Nanyang himself is so good-looking, whether men or women can't help but look sideways, if he can hook up, he will definitely not suffer. Everyone in the circle knows that this kind of rich people find celebrities to marry for the sake of face, or a temporary interest. After marriage, everyone still plays their own way. Especially on the rich side, the novelty has passed, and it is normal to take care of a few small flowers in private.
"Hello, Boss Nan, my name is Zhao Dan, an artist from Hengyuan Media." Zhao Dan evoked a charming smile and reached out his hand.
Nanyang glanced at her hand, didn't shake it, just nodded politely: "Yeah."
"Can we take a step to talk? I… have something to tell you."
Nanyang lowered his head, looked at his Kindle, and said lightly, "Speak here."
"There are many people here, so it's not very convenient."
Nanyang raised his eyes again in doubt, looked at Qing Huan who was dancing in the distance, and asked, "It's about her?"
Zhao Dan hesitated for a moment: "Uh... it's related..."
Nanyang hummed, put down his Kindle, stood up, and motioned for Zhao Dan to lead the way.
Zhao Dan smiled brightly, and took Nanyang to the corner of the city wall not far away. She knew that there was a hidden place there, and usually no one was there.
Zhu Qinghuan glanced in the direction of Nanyang in the gap, and saw that the fishing chair was empty. She immediately looked around subconsciously, looking for Nanyang's shadow. Nanyang was easy to find, and she was the only one in the audience wearing a white down jacket, so Zhu Qinghuan quickly discovered that Nanyang was walking slowly behind Zhao Dan and disappeared at the corner of the city wall.
She immediately looked back and took a breath.
The photographer noticed that her expression was wrong, and asked thoughtfully, "Wish you? Are you tired? Or... take a break?"
"...I'm fine." Zhu Qinghuan struggled to pull out a smile.
"It's okay, you must be tired from smiling so ugly." The photographer gestured to Li Dong, who nodded and allowed the intermission.
Zhao Dan took Nan Yang to the hidden corner, looked left and right to make sure there was no one, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and raised his eyebrows recklessly: "Boss Nan."
Nanyang just looked at her indifferently, waiting for her to say the main point.
"I also went to the last charity dinner, you may not have noticed me, but I was very impressed with you at that time, you were walking on the red carpet, many reporters were filming you, and I was also in my seat Looking at you..." Zhao Dan pondered a sufficiently suggestive beginning while chatting.
Nanyang listened to this unnutritious opening remark, sighed without a trace from his breath, and put his hand into the pocket of his down jacket.
Um
How bulging
She lowered her head, grabbed a handful of things in her pocket, and squinted to take a closer look.
It's... chocolate.
When she came yesterday, she didn't stuff her pockets with chocolate.
She suddenly remembered that in the morning, Qinghuan and Xiaoye stood at the door together and spoke in a low voice, while her down jacket was hanging on the hanger by the door.
Yes…
It was secretly stuffed by Qinghuan.
Nan Yang's eyebrows couldn't help but curl up.
"Boss Nan, I know you just got married, and I wish you the best of luck. But there are some things that you should understand in your heart. We all understand marriage. I just want to say, if one day you feel less fresh. , you're tired, you…”
Nanyang's attention was on the chocolate in his hand, and he didn't listen to what Zhao Dan was saying.
She gently picked up a piece with her index finger and thumb and looked at it. It was the Atton Borg wine heart chocolate imported from AnthonBery, Denmark. The colorful piles were all made into small wine bottles, which were very delicate and lovely.
She peeled off a golden one and put it in her mouth. As soon as you bite it, there is a strong aroma of wine overflowing your mouth, the chocolate has the right sweetness, and the ingredients are solid. The small bottle is full of wine, and the thick wine slides down your throat. The wine in each piece of chocolate was different. The first piece she ate was Cointreau, which tasted pretty good.
After eating the first piece, she quickly picked up the second piece, which was Scotch.
The third piece is Socha Gold Agave.
The fourth piece is Canadian whisky.
The fifth is Danish Silver Fox Vodka.
The sixth piece is Gallic wine.
The seventh block is Remy Martin VSOP.
The eighth piece is Jim Beam whisky.
The ninth piece is ouzo.
The tenth piece is cognac.
Eleventh piece...
If not, it's only ten bucks.
Nanyang finished eating the last piece, put his index finger in his mouth, and sipped off the remaining cocoa butter with the tip of his tongue.
And Zhao Dan was still talking to herself, her face was red and her ears were red and her mouth was dry. At the end, she finally asked the last sentence with a red neck: "So boss Nan, are you willing?"
Nanyang has eaten too much, and she is not good at drinking. She drank ten kinds of wine at once, which made her eyes turn a lot red.
She frowned, Zhao Dan said a lot, she didn't hear a word, she just felt like a fly buzzing in her ears. If she didn't drink, she might not be so rude, but after ten kinds of wine, she used a tone of extreme disgust, and spit out three words:
"You are noisy."