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She stared fixedly at the man opposite, "Then there's nothing to talk about."

"Who sent you here?"

"I heard that the blueprint of the God of War Sword has not been finalized yet, so I want to try it."

The bitter taste of coffee filled Ling Shaocheng's mouth, "You?"

"I know I don't have the qualifications, I just want to try my best."

Hearing this, Ling Shaocheng smiled lightly, "This is indeed a good opportunity. If you succeed in this path, you will gain both fame and fortune. It is better than you guarding a broken tattoo parlor."

"Can I try it?"

"No." Ling Shaocheng refused so simply.

Ling Nuanqing knew that this person would be difficult to deal with, and she might have to make a trip for nothing today.

The man put down the coffee cup in his hand. Under such difficult conditions, he actually wanted to drink freshly ground coffee. There was no other adjective for him except hypocrisy.

"You just need to tell me your request. If I can't draw it, I will admit it. If you are not satisfied, you don't have to pay me a penny..."

Ling Shaocheng's hand fell to the seat next to him, where there was a folder, "Here, take it yourself."

Ling Nuanqing leaned out her upper body and stretched out her hand, but she couldn't reach it at all, and Ling Shaocheng had no intention of handing it to her.

She had no choice but to go to the man's side, bent down to reach for it, and saw that her fingers were about to touch the folder, but Ling Shaocheng pressed the palm of the pocket and pushed it to the side.

Ling Nuanqing glared at him angrily, their faces were so close that they could look into each other's eyes.

"Not convinced?"

Ling Shaocheng smiled, quite shamelessly, "I am the boss, I have the final say on everything."

Ling Nuanqing took a step forward, her hair caressed Ling Shaocheng's cheek, it was itchy and haunting, the man wrapped his arms around her waist, turned her over and let her sit on his lap.

Ling Nuanqing jumped to get up, Ling Shaocheng hugged her calf with the other hand, "Don't shout and don't move, there are people outside."

"Should I give Mr. Ling a hug, and this will be done?"

Ling Shaocheng smelled the faint fragrance of her clothes, probably from the jasmine-scented laundry detergent. He passed under Ling Nuanqing's knees with one hand, and wrapped his arms around her waist with the other, lifting her up and down. "It's been a long time since you were weighed, how much is it now?"

The car door was pulled open, and Su Xue didn't expect to bump into this scene when she got in the car, let alone say hello in advance in her own car.

She stood at the door of the car staring at the two of them, Ling Nuanqing pushed Ling Shaocheng's chest and stood up.

Ling Shaocheng glanced over, "What's the matter?"

"I forgot to take something." Su Xue had already finished her makeup, and she looked at Ling Nuanqing as she got into the car.

Ling Nuanqing was naturally embarrassed. When Su Xue passed by her, she said, "The director wants to meet you and let you go."

"Okay." Ling Nuanqing returned to her seat, took her bag and left.

Ling Shaocheng picked up the materials at hand and threw them on the table, "This meal is dry and hard, do you think you can swallow it so easily?"

"Mr. Ling always thinks that I can't do it, and always wants me to take the smoothest path. You just let me try. As long as you don't deliberately make it difficult, I will admit it even if I hit my head badly."

Ling Nuanqing got out of the car behind Su Xue, and as soon as she walked a few steps, the rookie actor asked bluntly, "What's your relationship with him?"

"It doesn't matter."

Su Xue turned her eyebrows coldly, "People nowadays are also strange, it doesn't matter if they can sit on their laps."

Ling Nuanqing couldn't explain clearly to her, and there was no need to explain. Su Xue brought her into the set. When the director saw her, his expression was very cold, "Xie Yao introduced you?"

"Yes."

The director directly gave Ling Nuanqing two pieces of paper, "This is a script adapted from a novel. The original book doesn't describe much about the God of War Sword itself, but we have written down all the specific requirements. You can try it if you want, but this There are rules in this industry, before the stills are released, all of these must be kept secret."

Ling Nuanqing honestly agreed, but the director actually didn't like her at all, "Well, you just draw here. Have you seen the description of the sword spike? You draw it first."

The implication is that Jiansui can only paint if he is satisfied, or else just leave.

The director was still busy directing the play, so it was inconvenient for Ling Nuanqing to stay here and disturb others.

She took her bag and chose a remote place, and took out a pen and drawing paper from it. This kind of thing is not difficult for her. She used to like to draw antique things, often drawing hairpins, jewelry and other things.

There was a gazebo on the set, Ling Shaocheng was standing on it at this time, looking down from afar, he could just see Ling Nuanqing's figure.

The place where she was sitting happened to be at the wind outlet, and the northwest wind was blowing on her body, making people shiver.

Ling Nuanqing brought water by herself, she took out the thermos from her bag, sipped it in one gulp, and she felt much warmer.

Ling Shaocheng didn't understand why she did this, he had everything, as long as he had his back, let alone such cold reception in this life, no one dared to say even a harsh word to her.

Ling Nuanqing put the thermos cup by her side, took a pen and sketched on the paper.

There was a cat on the set, and when she got out, she knocked over Ling Nuanqing's thermos. She stood up quickly, but it was too late, and a lot of her pants were wet.

Look at this embarrassed appearance, just like a poor guy.

Su Xue's assistant searched around, and then saw her figure, "Who is that, my Xueer is looking for you."

"Is there a problem?"

"She is the heroine, and she wants to use the War God Sword. She wants to raise some opinions."

Ling Nuanqing bent down to pick up the thermos, and followed the assistant to the side. It's not Su Xue's turn yet, she is standing by the lake wearing a thick coat.

Ling Nuanqing took the drawing book and came to her side, Su Xue was still brooding over the matter of Cai. "Ordinary people can't join the group. Are you relying on Ling Shaocheng's relationship?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to comment?"

"You'd better make it clear, what is your purpose for pestering Ling Shaocheng, do you also want to be a star?"

Ling Nuanqing saw that Su Xue was very young, maybe 20 years old at most, but is such a person mature?She turned around to leave, but Su Xue grabbed her arm, Ling Nuanqing naturally wanted to break free, but she didn't expect the woman to jump into the lake next to her.

The fat assistant shouted loudly, "Help, Su Xue fell into the water and was pushed into the lake, help."

Ling Nuanqing watched Su Xue thumping her hands. There was only such a small space on the set, and a group of people came running quickly, and the two scene managers jumped into the water first.

The director also came over anxiously, "What's going on?"

"She pushed it down!" The assistant's chubby fingers almost pointed to Ling Nuanqing's face, "You are too courageous, this is the heroine, you are responsible for what happened?"

Ling Nuanqing didn't even have time to argue, the assistant was also a tiger, and he bumped into Ling Nuanqing, knocking her into the lake.