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

Because she liked a Weibo post, Fang Qingqing got a nickname on the crew——

Sister Qingzhou.

For this reason, Fang Qingqing lay in Liu Zhenzhen's arms and cried loudly.

"It sounds awful, what a boat, I'm not a piece of wood..."

Liu Zhenzhen was flustered and patted her back to comfort her.

"What do you mean? There used to be a female star who was nicknamed Sister Baizhou by the entire Internet. You, Qingzhou, sound more literary and artistic than Baizhou."

Fang Qingqing Lihua raised her head with rain, "Why do you call her Sister Baizhou?"

Liu Zhenzhen: ...

Isn’t your internet speed pretty fast? Don’t you know anything now?

She patiently explained, "Maybe it's because she prefers plain porridge."

"Wow……"

Fang Qingqing cried louder.

"Who would like to drink white porridge? I'm afraid it's because life is difficult and they drink it just to survive. It's so pitiful..."

Liu Zhenzhen held his forehead.

"Okay, don't cry anymore. You have a big part to play later. It's all a crying part. Don't cry until it's over."

Fang Qingqing picked up a tissue and blew her nose.

"How do you know I'm looking for a show?"

Liu Zhenzhen: ...

Well done you old man!

She kindly thought that she was really sad because of the nickname, but why did they leave it here to act for her?

Liu Zhen was really tired.

The makeup artist came in to touch up Fang Qingqing's makeup. As soon as the beautiful and miserable war-damaged makeup was applied, her whole body felt broken.

Fang Qingqing sobbed and turned to ask Liu Zhenzhen: "Do I look miserable?"

Liu Zhenzhen bit her tongue, not knowing how to answer, for fear of being tricked by her again.

"Whether it's miserable or not depends on how you act."

The surefire way to answer a question is to give it back to the person.

Fang Qingqing:......

With red eyes, he asked the makeup artist, "Am I miserable?"

The makeup artist raised her chin, admiring her carefully crafted makeup with satisfaction, and nodded: "It's very miserable."

A tear fell, and Fang Qingqing stepped out of her weak posture.

"If I had known that being an actor would be so miserable, I wouldn't have come here~"

The makeup artist was amused.

Liu Zhenzhen gritted his teeth and looked at her back, his temples twitching.

When will this ancestor become more emotionally stable?

No matter how unstable she is, she will be unstable.

Today's scene is basically the final scene between Fang Qingqing and Meng Jingzhou.

After the two massacred the Kunlun Mountains, they were hunted by the entire world. They were a thorn in the side of the decent and the enemies of the Kunlun Sect.

There is no place for them in this world.

Even if there was a reason, even if she was the original victim, no one wanted to hear that an upright disciple who got involved with the Demon Cult was a traitor.

Fang Qingqing suddenly stood on the opposite side of the entire world.

The decent people organized and strangled Yuan, played by Meng Jingzhou, and Fusang, played by Fang Qingqing.

There is no place left behind.

In front of me is a vast cold pool.

Fang Qingqing was precariously surrounded in the middle. She smiled miserably, with a cold light sword lying in front of her.

"You all claim to be a decent family, but you dare not face the truth. You don't allow any deviants to appear in the decent family, and you don't allow them to have their own thoughts and love. It's so ridiculous!"

"The people you kill are bad people, but what about you, are you good people?"

Full of emotion and energy, her performance made Chen Xiong, who was holding an ugly walnut, open his mouth.

"This Fang Qingqing is really getting stronger every day!"

Chen Mingkai shook his head in dismay, "That's right, don't even look at who discovered it, me!"

Chen Xiong glared at him and continued watching the show and plating walnuts.

The decent people, led by the female protagonist Su Jialuo and the male protagonist Gu Yan, are upright and stand in front of their acquaintances.

Su Jialuo's performance can be said to be the combination of personal hatred and acting skills. She looked at the helpless Fang Qingqing with wide eyes and said:

"When you made your choice, you should have thought that you would be here today! Fusang, you have a corrupt character and your heart is devoted to the Demon Sect. The Kunlun Sect has no disciples like you!"

Fuso smiled coldly.

"Who is the Kunlun Sect!" Gritting teeth came with hatred, "My biological father and my mother, who didn't die by your sword! What did they do wrong?"