Tomorrow night Cheng found out that her master Qinghuan was distracted and walked all day.
Today, the two of them are filming opposites. The plot is that the goddess played by Zhu Qinghuan wakes up from the prince's bedroom, and the prince is just meeting foreign ministers, so tomorrow night, Xiao Yun, the palace maid played by Cheng, will serve her first. In fact, this scene was not long, the goddess was weak and did not have a few lines, basically Xiao Yun choked her in the open and secret. Tomorrow night, there are a lot of lines in Cheng Cheng. I didn't sleep all night last night, so I only remembered seven or eight. I didn't think that when I arrived on the set today, I was scared and forgotten by Qing Huan's expressionless face.
"You are in the East Palace now, maybe you don't know what it means to be secretly hidden in the East Palace by the prince, but... he is the prince, even if I shouldn't talk too much, I have to tell you a few words. These days, Your Majesty has noticed The abnormality during the sacrifice. The guards have long been dispatched to the vicinity of the cliff where you jumped. They are still looking for your body. If they find that you have been hidden here by His Royal Highness, do you know what the consequences will be? You know this pair of Highnesses What does it mean? You know…”
Tomorrow night, Cheng Cheng was sweating profusely carrying his lines, Zhu Qinghuan lay on the bed, put on sickly makeup, and sat in a silent daze.
"Card!"
Li Dong stopped again, raised the horn and shouted into the field: "Zhu Qinghuan, what's the matter with you? Didn't you wake up? Can you give your opponent a little reaction? And tomorrow night Cheng, when you recite your lines Can you put on a correct expression? How should you look at her? You should be dismissive, vicious, or you shouldn't have any expression, and it's much better than the dog-legged look you are now!"
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry director." Cheng bowed tomorrow night and sighed helplessly. The one on the opposite side is her master, the daughter-in-law of her master, can she not be a jerk
Zhu Qinghuan also recovered, got up from the bed and apologized to the director: "I'm sorry Director Li."
"Have a break, Sister Liu, make up for them!" Li Dong waved his hand, "You two will play well, and you will be filmed like this in a while, and no one wants to call it quits today!"
"sorry Sorry."
"Yes, Director Li."
Seeing that Li Dong got up and left his seat to pour water, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Xia Shan has been watching Zhu Qinghuan filming, watching the intermission, and is busy bringing a disposable paper cup, which is a warm cup of instant black coffee. Zhu Qinghuan was still sitting on the bed, his eyes were still a little dull, Xia Shan sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the coffee in his hand.
"I wish you a good rest?" Xia Shan looked at Zhu Qinghuan distressedly.
"I… "
Before Zhu Qinghuan could answer, he was interrupted by Ming Wancheng who was on the side:
"Hey, handsome guy, do you know that she has a wife?"
Xia Shan glanced at Ming Wancheng, who was frowning, embarrassed: "I..."
Tomorrow night, Cheng continued aggressively: "She's already married, and you always come here to be courteous like this. Why, do you think your scandal is not messy enough? Do you still want to have a relationship with a married woman?"
Xiaoye was stunned on the side. She had never seen a newcomer who dared to be so stubborn, to actually speak like this to the popular Xiao Xianrou. Xia Shan also has connections behind him, and if he wants to make Ming Wancheng, it is not impossible for him.
But tomorrow night Cheng, an ancient man who lived for more than 3,000 years, has not seen anything along the way? Entering the entertainment industry is purely for fun. In the past, she tried all kinds of jobs for fun, and she went to experience the young lady who only massaged and did not sell herself for a few months. She doesn't care if she can stay in the entertainment industry. If she can't stay in the entertainment industry, she won't act anymore. Anyway, Nanyang loves her so much and will definitely support her. A fearless, lawless person like her, everything goes according to her heart. If Xia Shan really dared to provoke her, she might be unhappy and secretly kill him, after all, like Nanyang, she came from that bloody river and lake three thousand years ago.
People in the rivers and lakes have always been able to do it without beeping.
Xia Shan glanced at Ming Wancheng resentfully. He was soft-hearted and didn't dare to say anything, so he silently got up and left.
Cheng Cheng sat next to Zhu Qinghuan tomorrow night and sighed: "You are too gentle, you dare to stick any rotten peach blossoms on you. If it is really photographed by the paparazzi, your wife's head will grow green as grass. already."
Zhu Qinghuan nodded obediently, and put a sip of the black coffee in his hand on the table beside him.
Looking at the two of them, Xiaoye felt that the world is really amazing, and they can actually create these two kinds of people. Tomorrow night, when Cheng doesn't speak, she looks very good. She looks cute, like a soft and waxy bunny, but when she speaks, she is as lively as a big golden retriever with a whimper. When Zhu Qinghuan was not talking, she was as charming as a goblin. At first glance, she felt that she was an unreasonable slut, but after a few chats, she realized that this woman was well-behaved and shy, as gentle as a beach water.
Xiaoye tutted twice, but Nanyang was more normal. It's boring on the outside, and it's boring on the inside.
Tomorrow night, Cheng said again: "Actually, if you are really sleepy, just drink it, you don't have to avoid it."
"I'm not sleepy." Zhu Qinghuan shook her head gently.
"Then I see." Cheng sat on the edge of the bed tomorrow night, grinning, "You miss Boss Nan, right? It's only been half a month, and you're always distracted when filming. There must be someone in your heart."
"No..." Zhu Qinghuan sat on the bed, wrapped her knees around her knees, her curled eyelashes drooping down, "I don't think about her."
"Then why do you always look at your phone? As soon as Director Li calls card, you pick up your phone and look at it, and you look disappointed after reading it," Cheng smiled badly at tomorrow night, she knew her master was thin-skinned, and deliberately teased her, "Yes It's not that Boss Nan is ignorant and didn't send you a message?"
"..." Zhu Qinghuan didn't speak, and looked away.
"She's been busy these days. A shareholder of the Mei family just passed away. That uncle has a good relationship with Nanyang, and she's helping with the funeral." Cheng Cheng pursed his lips tomorrow night, "It should be in ten days or so. I'm back, just in time for the Chinese New Year, so don't worry too much."
Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a long time, and asked in a very soft voice, "You and her... do you know so well?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng is a person, and he immediately heard the sourness in Qinghuan's tone, and couldn't help laughing: "It's not worth your jealousy. Didn't she tell you that she and I are grandchildren in love. ?"
Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, but did not respond.
"She sees me as her granddaughter, and I see her as her grandmother." Cheng said bluntly in the evening, "I don't like a woman like her, she is a piece of ice. After so many years, you are the only one. People have been covered up. Besides, I already have someone I like."
granddaughter? grandmother
What a mess
Zhu Qinghuan doesn't quite understand the relationship between Cheng Wancheng and Nanyang tomorrow, but the fact that Cheng Wancheng can be so magnanimous shows that there is really no "that" kind of friendship between them. Her last doubts dissipated, and her eyebrows could not help but bend: "Is it Qi Yi?"
"She told you," tomorrow night Cheng smiled stupidly, "Yes, yes, it's Mr. Qi. I... I wanted to tell you, alas, I'm too embarrassed to speak, after all, we are not familiar with each other. For the sake of asking you to help me introduce my girlfriend..."
"Girlfriend?" Zhu Qinghuan twitched the corners of his mouth, "I can't guarantee that she will develop into your girlfriend. At most, I will invite you to dinner together and give you a chance to get to know her. You... you are only a dozen after all. Years old, she hasn’t even gone to college yet, Xiao Yi has been working for many years, I don’t know if she is willing to…”
"I understand, I understand, I understand, I'm already very grateful that you are so caring!" Tomorrow night Cheng nodded like a Labrador with a gnawed bone.
Xiaoye couldn't help reminding: "Zhu Zhu, I think you guys should play it right?"
How could these two get together to chat like this, and they still talk nonsense.
"Ah, yes, there is still business. Let's go to the show first." Cheng said with a smile tomorrow night.
"Well." Zhu Qinghuan nodded meekly.
Taking advantage of Zhu Qinghuan's time to look down at the script, Cheng took out his mobile phone tomorrow night, opened Nanyang's dialog box, and cracked a long paragraph—
"Ancestor, is your head made of wood? No matter how busy you are these days, you can't ignore your wife! Have you not sent a message to my master for many days? Do you know how much my master looks at his phone? Have you done it? Are you stuffed with paste or lard in your head? I can't help you if you go on like this. Sooner or later, Master, she will run away with other men, and other men will give her coffee. I don't even send one to my master with the coffee emoji that comes with me. You tell me what you do all day long, and you still want to continue the relationship like you are? Is it good to have a little IQ! I'm really convinced, can you put a little bit of awareness of modern people's connection and feelings in your little head that is so pure and empty? Don't tell me you didn't send her a message because Write a letter to her, just your dog crawling, I beg you to type it with your hand! Don't let me rush you again, next time I will not send a message, I will call you on the speakerphone, and let the whole crew Just listen to what kind of scumbag you are doing, don't let me post it again, hurry up! Click! Give it! Me! Master! Father! Post! Message! Message! If you still want us to continue shooting normally!! [chopping knife] [pig's head] [crazy]"
Tomorrow night, Cheng stuffed the phone back into his jeans pocket under the costume and sighed.
She felt a little regretful, as if she shouldn't have sent such a long paragraph to Nanyang. She knows best what kind of temperament Nanyang is. She doesn't like long and complicated things. Like this kind of long talk, she will probably only choose a few words to read.
Tomorrow night, Cheng was in a trance when he suddenly heard a notification tone of WeChat message from Qing Huan's mobile phone.
She and Qinghuan laughed a little at the same time. Qing Huan picked up the phone and opened the new message, and Cheng Cheng also leaned over to take a peek tomorrow night.
It was really sent by Nanyang.
But.
In that overly short white speech bubble, there was only one solitary—
"[coffee]."
That's right, it's just the expression of coffee that comes with the system, and I don't forget to add a full stop after it.
Tomorrow night, Cheng's eyebrows twitched.
After co-authoring her post for such a long paragraph, did Nanyang see the words "coffee expression"...
Zhu Qinghuan looked at the cute little coffee icon on the screen, and couldn't help laughing for a while. Her fingertips lightly stroked Nanyang's elegant snow head portrait, and then stroked the hug of the princess of the dinner party that she set as the background picture. Finally, she stopped on the small coffee and poked it softly.
Her fingertips were still there, but a new message suddenly popped up below, and instead of the little coffee, kissed her fingertips—
"I miss you."