The little stepmother is poor and crazy, the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper Fan

Fang Qingqing held her mobile phone and said without raising her head:

"I can't play the leading female role."

Su Jialuo smiled contemptuously, thinking that she was somewhat self-aware.

Unexpectedly, I heard her say in the next sentence:

"Such a Saint White Lotus, you will act as you are. If I were to play the role, you might need some acting skills. I don't want to waste my brain cells on my acting skills. I still prefer cute and charming villains."

Liu Zhenzhen was still thinking about how to stand up for his artist, but he didn't expect that this guy would stop Su Jialuo with just one sentence, so he calmly found an empty seat and sat down.

Su Jialuo snorted and Shi Shiran picked up the brush on the table and swiped his eyebrows. He glanced sideways at Fang Qingqing who was playing on his phone and said:

"Thinking about acting? Can you figure out something you don't have?"

The makeup artists and stylists around them looked at each other silently. They knew that these two were not getting along when they turned on the camera, but they didn't expect that they would no longer cover up at all.

The work has to go on. With the mentality of getting paid to do things, the makeup artists and stylists continue to carve the faces and heads of the two beautiful female stars, acting as deaf-mute people.

Fang Qingqing kept her eyes on her phone and glanced at Su Jialuo, who was dressed in ancient costume.

"Are you too anxious to go out in the morning and leave your emotional intelligence at home? Why do you talk like an unwound music box, turning around and around? Who do you think is so annoying?"

"Snapped!"

Su Jialuo slapped the brush in his hand on the table and stared at Fang Qingqing with round almond eyes.

"It sounds like you have emotional intelligence. If you have some emotional intelligence, you wouldn't say in public that I have body odor when you turn on the phone. Fang Qingqing, I have tolerated you for so long, and I have given you face, haven't I?"

Fang Qingqing rested her elbows on the armrests of the chair and leaned over to take a closer look.

"When did you give me your face? I have it myself. Keep your face to yourself, otherwise where will the five kilograms of powder go?"

Stylist: ...

Makeup artist: ...

I just told Su Jialuo that today's filming is for her early scenes, and her makeup should be lighter to look more innocent and youthful.

Su Jialuo must be white, the whiter, the better.

As an international movie queen, it goes without saying that she looks good, and her skin is also very good. I don’t know what kind of competitiveness she has. She must make herself so white that she shines, even powdering the back of her neck.

The makeup artist had no choice but to obey her request, considering she was an international movie queen.

Now Fang Qingqing finally let go of the breath she had been holding in her heart. She let out a long breath, not to mention how relieved she was.

Fang Qingqing looked into Su Jialuo's eyes that were about to spit out fire, shrugged and said fearlessly:

"Don't test my emotional intelligence. This thing is just like the flames in the autumn wind. It's hard to say when I will come. If you don't want to get burned, you'd better be yourself quietly and don't act like the police in the Pacific. , the tube is so wide.”

Su Jialuo was so angry that she turned around and directed her anger at the hairstylist.

"Take it easy, it hurts me!"

hairstylist:……

She just sprayed hairspray here, why did it hurt you? What? Are you allergic to hairspray?

The hairstylist said he was innocent.

Glancing at Fang Qingqing's hairstylist with envy, the two smiled helplessly. The poor migrant worker's joy and sorrow were connected at this moment.

The two actresses were bickering in the dressing room, while the two male leads were already having sex outside.

Meng Jingzhou had been influenced by Fang Qingqing in the past two days. He always felt that his fighting scenes were not exciting and good-looking enough, so he dragged the actor Gu Yan to practice together.

Gu Yan was also willing to help the younger generation, and Meng Jingzhou agreed as soon as he opened his mouth.

The director and producer were already waiting at the arranged scene. They were very pleased to see that every member of the crew was so dedicated.

Chen Xiong touched his beer belly and sighed:

"Who would have thought that a few days ago I thought that the hard work I had been working on for several years was going to die. I didn't expect it. Not only did it not die, but I also welcomed the actor Gu. I'm really, Old Chen, I'm afraid if you tell me, you will die. I don’t even believe it, I’ve been fasting and chanting Buddha’s name for a week…”

Chen Xiong was filled with emotions, but it was so quiet around him that he could even hear the sound of flies rubbing his face.

"Old Chen, Old Chen?"

After talking for a long time and receiving no response, Chen Xiong not only turned his gaze from the two actors to Chen Mingkai beside him.

Then I saw Chen Mingkai using his knees as a desk, lying there like a good student, writing furiously.

"No, you are a director after all, not a screenwriter. Have you written tens of thousands of words in the past two days? Let me tell you, the script cannot be changed anymore."

Still no response.

Chen Xiong bent down and snatched the small notebook from Chen Mingkai's hand, "Let me see what you are writing."

Chen Mingkai was so anxious that he jumped up from his chair and rushed forward to grab his little notebook.

If he saw this, he would be laughed at for 800 years!

"Give it to me, give it to me! Don't look around!"

Chen Mingkai was yelling, his face was red, his legs were numb from sitting, and he couldn't catch up with Chen Xiong who was running on his stomach.

The next second, I heard Chen Xiong read: "If longing has a sound, it must be deafening. If longing has a color, it must be colorful black..."

Chen Xiong thought about it and felt something was wrong.

"Chen Mingkai, this isn't a script, it's a love letter?"

Chen Xiong was so old that when he looked at Chen Mingkai, who was a few years younger than him, he just felt incredible.

"What do you know? It's amazing to know a few words!"

Chen Mingkai felt so embarrassed that he grabbed the notebook, unzipped his jacket and stuffed it into his arms, "Don't touch things that aren't yours."

Chen Xiong held back his laughter and looked at Chen Mingkai, who had a youthful expression like a young boy. He walked over and put his arm on his shoulder:

"Old Chen, tell me, after all these years, your old elm tree has finally bloomed. Tell me, who is it?"

"You don't care who I am, get your big belly off!"

Chen Xiong's chubby belly was pressing against Chen Mingkai's hand covering his clothes. Chen Xiong's face turned red as he was mercilessly criticized.

He fought back: "You're so shameless. You still play such youthful tricks at your age. I'm going to blush for you."

"Your face is already red, like that monkey's butt. You didn't even look in the mirror. Only now do you realize it."

Chen Xiong was so angry that he grabbed Chen Mingkai's clothes and tried to take out the contents.

"If you have the ability, let everyone take a look at the sour things you have written and see if I am right."

Of course, Chen Mingkai couldn't let him succeed, so the two people struggled together inexplicably.

The two male actors who were practicing martial arts over there stopped their movements when they heard the noise.

Other crew members also panicked, and the producer and director got into a fight, which was okay.

They all stepped forward to break up the fight.

Originally worried that the two actresses would really quarrel, they came out to find the director's crew assistant, but when they saw this scene, they were so shocked that they ran back again.

"Oops, the director and producer got into a fight."

Fang Qingqing was still styling. When she heard this, she immediately put down her phone and turned around and asked, "Who is the best?"

assistant:? ? ?

"The winner hasn't been decided yet, the fight has just started."

Fang Qingqing stood up, this was not going to work, she had to go and cheer up the director.