The system asked me to save people, and he agreed with his life

This silly girl had almost forgotten that she was the one who asked Yan Jinxi first, but Yan Jinxi didn't answer and asked back. Not only did she not feel anything was wrong, she even said so much.

Yan Jinxi looked at her lovingly: "Don't be so unable to hide your words to others."

Zou Qingqing pouted: "I'm not a fool."

Yan Jinxi nodded in agreement: "Then do you remember that you were the one asking me how I knew about this show in the first place?"

"Yes!" Zou Qingqing's eyes were clear and slightly stupid, "Then where did you know about this?"

"I saw it." From the plot.

Zou Qingqing didn't ask where he saw it, and curled his lips and said: "You also said that you did a good job in keeping secrets, is that all?"

Yanjinsi’s fair evaluation: “It has been done very well.”

At least she didn't know about it before watching the plot.

Zou Qingqing didn't look like he could keep secrets, but he actually knew what he could say and who he could say it to.

The reason why Zou Qingqing told her the inside story of "The Brightest Star" was because he found out that she also knew it.

After all, when we talked about the little puppy enthusiastically before, we didn't reveal a single word.

It can be seen that he has promised the other party not to spread the news.

That little naughty dog ​​also had a big heart. He knew it couldn't be spread and even told others.

Even worse than Zou Qingqing.

"Did you read today's hot searches in the past and present?" Zou Qingqing pointed to Wen Ao's entry, "I still have friends with his rumored girlfriend."

She clicked on the WeChat chat interface and looked at the chat history for Yan Jinxi, "She and I became friends last year. After that, we occasionally acted as tree holes to listen to her complain. A few months ago, she suddenly said she had a boyfriend. , my boyfriend is extremely handsome.

Unexpectedly, the boyfriend in the industry that she kept secret turned out to be Wen Ao. "

Zou Qingqing beeped softly: "I think Wen Ao is just okay. In their small band that has been disbanded long ago, Shen Ye has always been the frontman, so he barely ranks second."

Banquets now and then: "..."

With Zou Qingqing's talent, it would be a pity not to be a paparazzi.

While listening to her chattering, she was showing off her rice. Not to mention, she was pretty good at eating.

"Do you have Shen Ye's WeChat account?"

"How is that possible! You have thought too highly of me now and in the past. Shen Ye is well-known in the small group, and we are not in the same circle. How can I add him as a friend?"

"If you work hard to climb up, maybe you can add it?"

Zou Qingqing nodded in agreement: "I also feel that this day is not far away. Hey, hey, leave some for me!"

-·-

Yan Jinxi's face is always said by the director to be popular every time he joins the set. Once we spend more than a few hours together, this idea will disappear.

How could someone have such a face but have no sense of existence?

Typical of being amazed at first sight, I still find that face extremely beautiful when I meet again, but it gives me a mediocre feeling.

However, today's senses have completely changed.

It's the same costume made of cheap materials, wearing plastic fake flowers, and the face is still the same. Why does it feel different?

It seemed like it suddenly became very spiritual, making even cheap costumes look expensive.

Director Li looked at the actors who were following the instructions and sighed to the assistant director beside him: "I'm going to be slapped in the face."

The assistant director knew what he meant.

On the day Yan Jinxi joined the group, Director Li said that Yan Jinxi’s face was so white that he was a person who could be famous just for his appearance, but his presence was too low to be remembered by others, so he was destined for death. The kind of person who can't even be praised.

The assistant director glanced at the set. Whether it was the staff or the actors, they unconsciously turned their attention to the same person.

"That's a good thing!" The assistant director's chubby face raised up into a smile, "Maybe this little drama of ours became popular all over the Internet just because she broke out of the siege?"

"You can throw it down." Director Li rolled his eyes at him, "The success of every film does not depend solely on one person."

Then he secretly whispered, with an excited look on his face, "But you are right, if an absolutely outstanding character appears in the show, it will definitely attract a wave of traffic.

I also think that this little drama of ours can become a hit. "

Director Li was gearing up. Seeing that the actors were almost familiar with each other, he started filming directly.

Yan Jinxi plays an assassin who is tasked to replace a courtesan and approach and assassinate a romantic prince.

During this period, she accidentally met the male protagonist in the play and was impressed by his personal charm. Her mission was to kill the male protagonist's uncle. Therefore, a rare assassin who had a close friend betrayed the organization, causing serious losses to the organization.

Liu Pan's fingertips played on the strings, and the sound was gentle and distant.

There was a knock on the door, and the maid serving her came forward with refreshments, poured a cup of tea, and placed it beside her hand.

The hand playing the piano paused, and the sound dispersed.

Liu Pan looked at the mist rising from the cup of tea, hiding the amorous expression in his brows, and picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "I'm tired of smelling the same incense every day. Let's change it."

The maid pursed her lips and followed the instructions. When she was blowing the fire tune, she suddenly said: "Perhaps if you change it another way, the girl won't be used to it?"

The firelight reflected on the maid's face, revealing the traces on the edges of her cheeks.

Liu Pan looked at her intently and suddenly smiled, saying: "Don't be soft-hearted, don't imitate me."

The maid looked at her fiercely, with tears in her eyes: "You are the best assassin, you shouldn't..."

"There is no right or wrong, only willingness or not. Assassins...how many have ever had a good ending? Today you are here to give me a ride, which makes me happy."

The maid shed tears: "But I'm not happy!"

Liu Pan stood up and walked towards her, took the fire stick in her hand, and personally lit the incense stick that could induce poisonous hair: "I have expected this day since I made the decision."

The rich aroma spread into his nose, and Liu Pan frowned: "Go back and recover."

The maid choked and turned away.

Before opening the door, he paused again and said with unclear meaning: "Do you know why I didn't let you escape? Isn't it the king's land in the world? Perhaps it would be easier to die now."

"I know."

They say she is the best assassin, so how could she not realize who the real master is?

The door closed again, and Liu Pan sat down in front of the piano table again. The first time he plucked the strings, a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

There were chaotic footsteps outside the house.

When the door is kicked open, the sound of the piano is also interrupted.

"Liu Pan!"

Liu Pan only had time to glance at the person coming before he fell softly...

"Crack!"

Director Li replayed the scene he had just taken, and the more he watched it, the more strange he became.

"Is this enlightenment??"

Even though he suddenly had a strong sense of presence, even the acting was infused with soul, but it seemed that the arrangement of this scene was too hasty.

If you change the script, it will be impossible to change it again. The tone has been set long ago and the cost is there. Director Li has the intention to make a high-quality film, but the hardware is not strong enough.

"Congratulations on finishing!"

Zou Qingqing rushed over and took a few photos with her.

Director Li didn't say anything when he saw it.

In fact, his small crew is very casual except for not leaking the filming content.

He wished that someone would expose some tidbits to Reuters to draw some attention to the little drama.

It's a pity that I couldn't make any splash before.