Male God Please Lie Down

But Luo Wentian couldn't play that feeling at all, so the director directly asked her to speak with her head down. Anyway, when the time comes, letting the dubbing come later is equivalent to giving the character a new soul.

It's better than Luo Wen's sweet and dry voice!

Although the production fee will increase a lot because of this, but the owner said, everything he does, then there is no problem.

"It's you he really likes!"

Long Qingming's voice was very flat, but there was mixed pain in his eyes.

"If I go, I should actually go!"

After Long Qingming finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Don't you go!"

When Luo Wentian said this, the hands of the two were entangled. Finally, Luo Wentian pushed Long Qingming down.

"what……"

The look on Luo Wen's sweet face has always been very exaggerated.

"Card--"

The director frowned and called to stop.

"Luo Wentian, pay attention to the look on your face. It's panic... You are panic. Did you just see a ghost?"

The director felt that he was a real dog and met such a person.

"Yeah, I got it!!"

Luo Wen nodded for dessert.

The clothes on Long Qingming's body were soaked.

"What if the director has no costume?"

The people in the clothing room came over.

The director frowned and looked at Luo Wentian again.

"Long Qingming's one is over, single shot Luo Wentian."

As soon as Luo Wentian heard this, her lungs were really blown up. She could have lived by herself, but she just asked Long Qingming to jump in the river a few more times.

But it was obvious that... Long Qingming passed safely, but she was about to take another shot with her body wet.

The culprit is Fang Yating.

Luo Wenting glanced at Yating with sharp eyes, and Fang Yating was so frightened that Fang lowered her head quickly.

Luo Wentian took a few shots wet again before being taken by the assistant to change clothes.

When I arrived at the clothing room, I watched Long Qingming sitting there blowing his hair, and he was drinking a cup of hot **** tea in his hand.

"Ah cut..."

Luo Wentian looked at Long Qingming with straight eyes, filled with resentment, but Long Qingming didn't even look at her.

"Ah cut--"

Luo Wentian sat down and sneezed continuously. She originally wanted to frame Long Qingming. Long Qingming was not framed, and she seemed to be unlucky.

Especially in the mirror, seeing Long Qingming's calm expression, Luo Wentian became even more resentful.

At this time, the hair stylist pulled her hair.

"Are you sick? It hurts me... OK, you..."

Luo Wentian has turned her anger to the hair stylist who blows her hair.

"Sorry, Miss Luo!"

The hair stylist had no choice but to swallow.

Long Qingming put down the teacup and chatted with the hair stylist behind him in a low voice.

Compared with Luo Wentian's anger here, Long Qingming and the others are talking and laughing.

Seeing this, Luo Wentian became even more furious, but in front of Long Qingming, she continued to get angry with the stylist behind her, as if she had fallen behind.

No matter how I think about it, I don't feel very comfortable.

After Long Qingming finished it, he had already left.

Luo Wentian hasn't gotten it right yet, she just planned to toss Long Qingming, but instead she lost her wife and chose soldiers again, embarrassing herself and went to grandma's house.