I send love to Lao Gong [Quick Transmigration]

As soon as Yang Qi turned her face away, she quickly patted him on the shoulder and said to his face, "Ancestor, I'm really angry."

"I really didn't say anything, I just talked about my views on that script, although my role is a supporting role, he can be regarded as the third male lead..." Yang Qi was so anxious that she couldn't say anything.

Jiang Luo raised his face: "Don't touch me, be careful to be photographed."

Yang Qi hehe: "Ancestor, I was wrong, I got it when it was filmed, I stopped filming, and I will be taken care of by you for the rest of my life, can't I serve you?"

Jiang Luo said with a wooden face: "Nonsense, I mean the truth, sit down."

After Yang Qizai carefully observed his eyes, he sat down on the pony next to him: "I won't talk to Director Liu in the future, and even tried to destroy our relationship, hmph."

Jiang Luo was almost amused by him, wanted to pat him on the head but didn't dare to do it: "Don't talk nonsense, Director Liu is a good director, get along well with him, show all your acting skills, and you will have the opportunity to act more in the future. "

Yang Qi looked at him and smiled: "Don't, don't, I only cooperate with our little director, let our little director make me an international superstar."

Although it was all to make him happy, Jiang Luo was really happy when he heard it, and his mood improved a lot. He clapped his hands: "Okay, you will say it, and I mean it."

Yang Qi blinked: "I mean it too."

Jiang Luo had no choice but to habitually plan to slap his face with a big palm, but an annoying voice interrupted the two of them.

"Director Ning, why are you sitting here?" Chen Heming walked over with a smile.

Yang Qi is a junior, she quickly stood up and stretched out her hand: "Hello, hello."

Chen Heming ignored the tall and burly Yang Qi, walked towards Jiang Luo with his hands behind his back, and followed his gaze to the field: "It's so hot here, why don't you sit in my shaded area."

Chen Heming has a big show, and he must bring four assistants and one agent when he goes out.The shady area under the tree was opened up by him as a small summer sanctuary, with sunshade umbrellas above, two oscillating electric fans whistling below, and iced drinks in front.

Just this assistant was scolded bloody, just because he didn't buy the drink he likes to drink.

Jiang Luo glanced at the sun umbrella above his head, looked at the obtrusive person in front of him, and sneered: "Scary."

Chen Heming happened to see a staff member who would rather take a long way under the sun than approach his place, his face darkened immediately, and he forced a smile twice: "Director Ning really knows how to joke."

Jiang Luo lowered his head and clapped the dirt on his feet: "I'm just an assistant director, and I'm the kind of person who doesn't care about other things and only studies. If you call Director Liu like this, he will be angry, and maybe he will cut your role."

Chen Heming: "..." Just now I said that I can joke, now what should I say next.

Jiang Luo stood up, unbuttoned his shirt two times without even looking at it, and left straight away, exposing his slender figure.

Chen Heming only thought of him as an idiot and sweet academic bully who hadn't socialized much and was distracted by others, or the kind of young master from a rich family who blushed after just a few words with strangers. The painting style, standing in place awkwardly.

Turning his face to meet Yang Qi's, he couldn't save his face immediately, and left with a cold snort and a shake of his hand.

Yang Qi pouted, looked at the domineering back of her little director, and silently gave a thumbs up.

Why does Chen Heming look like a little girl? He must have watched too many brain-dead dramas.

Yang Qi didn't play, and watched two scenes outside the scene, and today's filming is over.

He didn't leave in a hurry, and followed the staff to pack up all the props. After greeting Liu Shu at the end, he stood aside and waited for Jiang Luo.

In just one day, he talked to many people in the crew, and people kept passing by to say hello to him while standing there.

"Yang Qi, don't you want to go?"

"Leave right away."

"Then let's go first."

As soon as Jiang Luo in the distance came out of the bathroom, he ran into someone who had been accosting him today and bumping into obstacles, but he was completely persistent.

"Director Ning, are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together."

Jiang Luo shook the water in his hand, ignored the winking eyes he threw, and walked over while rubbing his shoulder: "No, I'm not free."

Chen Heming chased after him relentlessly: "Didn't Director Ning just come back from abroad, why don't you give me a chance to do my best for the host."

Jiang Luo glanced at him, and said lightly: "Go back and look up the dictionary to find out what the host means?"

Chen Heming was stunned for a moment, his face turned pale, he laughed twice, Ning Xingyuan had a big background, he had to be coaxed.

"It's not that I want to invite Director Ning to have a meal. If there is a suitable role in the future, I will ask Director Ning to save face."

Jiang Luo snorted coldly: "I don't plan to shoot geisha roles in the future."

"Director Ning, why don't you lose face like this?"

Jiang Luo turned his face: "Could it be possible that strong buying and strong selling are popular now?"

Chen Heming stopped talking completely, after all he didn't know what to say, he was angry but couldn't show it, his face turned into a jam color.

Jiang Luo wiped off the water on his hands, took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, looked at the recording time on it, pursed his lips and turned it off, and then sent a text message to Mo Yao.

Anyway, it's better to keep a distance from Yang Qi during this time.

Here, Mo Yao looked at Yang Qi's mobile phone as if facing an enemy, and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that it would be safe and sound when it came back.

"Brother Yang, don't worry, Brother Ning will let himself suffer." Brother Ning's brother is a big boss who shakes the entire entertainment industry, who dares to break ground on him.

Yang Qi knew that Jiang Luo would not suffer, he just—

Thinking of my little ancestor being coveted by outsiders, I just feel uncomfortable.

Taking a deep breath, he returned the phone to Mo Yao: "Are you going to eat?"

Just as Mo Yao was about to nod, he raised his face to meet Yang Qi's expectant expression, and sighed: "Why don't you go back to the hotel first, I haven't had time in the morning to tell you about the accommodation of each staff member."

Yang Qi's eyes lit up immediately, and she managed to maintain her image without nodding like a pug, but spat out a word reservedly: "Okay."

Jiang Luo saw Yang Qi outside the hotel, just nodded lightly and walked into the elevator.

Yang Qi took two quick steps and collapsed. Mo Yao, who was carrying a big bag on her back and didn't know what she was trying to move, said, "..." She stepped up and ran two steps with her short legs before barely getting into the elevator.

Mo Yao nodded to Jiang Luo: "Thank you Brother Ning."

Jiang Luo withdrew his hand from the side of the elevator: "It's okay."

Yang Qi looked at the sky, why didn't she leave this little assistant behind.

Yang Qi pretended to be calm and asked, "Where are you going?"

"The twelfth floor." Jiang Luo bowed his head.

Yang Qi only pressed twelve.

Mo Yao turned his eyes around the two of them, and finally couldn't help but said: "Brother Ning, what a coincidence, we are also on the twelfth floor."

Jiang Luo glanced at him: "Well, 1205."

Mo Yao: "That's pretty close, we're at 1208."

Yang Qi glanced at Mo Yao, her eyes flashed with admiration, in fact, sometimes it's nice to have an assistant.

Mo Yao pursed his lips, smiled and said, "Brother Yang, I haven't had time to tell you today, we booked the room late, the hotel over there is full, and the rest of the crew will not be staying with us."

Yang Qi's eyes lit up again, and she looked at Jiang Luo like a ray.

Mo Yao scratched his head and lowered his head: "But this is a film and television city after all, so we will inevitably meet reporters."

Yang Qi: "No one took pictures of me."

Before Mo Yao could speak, Jiang Luo retorted: "Anyway, I'm still filming now. The paparazzi are everywhere. If they are filmed now, they will be a black spot."

Yang Qi nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, yes, but I don't have anything to pay attention to, and I probably won't be able to take pictures."

Mo Yao: "...??????" Dog abuse is not like this. Stop, I want to get off the elevator.

The pink bubbles in the elevator were almost overflowing, and Mo Yao wanted to cry but had no tears.

This job can't be done without money.

*****

At night, just as Jiang Luo came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, the door rang.

Holding the script, Yang Qi stood at the door enchantingly: "Director, can you tell me about the play?"

Jiang Luo looked at his expression of desire and dissatisfaction, laughed out loud, and turned around directly: "I said no, do you want to go?"

Yang Qi stepped in and came in directly: "Go, why not go, go inside."

Jiang Luo gave him a white look: "Where do you want to go?"

Yang Qi pointedly looked at the place where the white towel was wrapped, and raised her eyebrows: "I want to go, but I'm afraid the road won't open."

Jiang Luo untied the towel from his head, and half bent over to wipe his hair: "Pay the toll and leave."

Yang Qi hugged him, and rubbed his chin on his face and shoulders, feeling the tenderness and smoothness of his whole body, and said urgently: "Really?"

Jiang Luo struggled for two minutes, but didn't break free: "I'm not so impatient at home, why can't I bear it outside?"

Yang Qi made a bitter face and yelled forward, pushing the person inside in such a way: "Someone at home didn't let me go."

With his hands still on his head, Jiang Luo muttered in a low voice, "You didn't even say you wanted it."

In other words, Yang Qi said that the time he had been with the young director was too short, and he was afraid that the young director would think he was cheating money and cheating himself, so he had to endure it and have a platonic love.Kiss|kiss|touch|touch and hug is okay, but if you go deeper, you can only rely on gritting your teeth.

Yang Qi pulled the towel and helped him to sit on the sofa: "Shall I wipe your hair for you?"

Jiang Luo leaned against him with half-closed eyes, and suddenly straightened up again: "The clothes are uncomfortable."

Yang Qi: "...then you can't take it off."

Jiang Luo glanced at him with disgust: "Why can't you take it off?"

Yang Qi glanced at herself, if she took it off, she would not see immediate results, and pressed her hands firmly: "Ancestor, please forgive me, my concentration is not so strong."

Jiang Luo snorted coldly: "Who told you to take off the bottom, the top shirt is off, it hurts my back."

Yang Qi took a glance, red marks appeared on her snow-white skin, she pursed her lips, compromised, and reluctantly took off her shirt to Supervisor Jiang Luo's eyes, revealing eight big pieces shyly muscle.

Jiang Luo nodded in satisfaction, he was much prettier than the actor's Bai Zhanji.

Yang Qi touched the muscles with her palms indiscriminately, and even spun around like a young girl trying on a skirt, asking for credit: "Well, isn't it great, I used to fantasize about being able to play the role of a tough guy Yes, exercise every day."

In fact, it was because there was no show, and I happened to pass the time in the company gym, and I could take a shower for free.

Jiang Luo leaned back, he was quite organized in his hard|bang|bang manner, he was a little strange that he didn't have one, and always felt a kind of indescribable sense of comfort, so he hummed with a laugh: "Well, it's okay." Except for the high temperature A little bit, almost as good as leaning on a radiator.

Yang Qi's hand dexterously shuttled through his hair, which effectively relieved his fatigue. Jiang Luo's eyes slowly closed, and a small nasal sound came out from his nose.

The back moves up and down regularly to prevent the skin from being scalded and to prevent myself from being uncomfortable if I lean on it for too long.

Feeling something was wrong after a while, Jiang Luo paused, half-closed his eyes and moved again, feeling something even more wrong.

When he was about to turn around and take a look, Yang Qi pressed his shoulders violently, and his heavy panting sound came from his ears: "Don't move."

Jiang Luo was taken aback for a moment, and it became more obvious when he moved slightly, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He broke free from his shoulder and turned around to meet Yang Qi's slightly confused eyes.

He stared at the honey-colored skin on his chest for a while, then leaned on his body and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Qi took a deep breath, hugged him tightly, trying to let his whole breath wrap herself: "Where?"

Jiang Luo lightly|bited his shoulder: "What else can I do? Are you uncomfortable? Would you like me to help you?" He lifted his eyelids and gave him a look.

Jiang Luo was lying in his arms, so lazy that he didn't want to move at all, and even his voice had a soft ending.

Yang Qi snorted|hummed, and slightly distanced the two of them: "Ancestor, are you going to kill me?"

The corners of Jiang Luo's eyes slightly raised, hooking his heart like a hook: "Like it?"

Yang Qi's brain is a little confused, she has lost the ability to think, and her mind is full of little directors who have turned pink.

Pink face, pink ears, pink neck, pink chest, and pink—the little director.

He gulped down a big mouthful of saliva.

Jiang Luo's gaze slowly slipped down, and the whole person slipped down softly, giggling: "Then do you like it so much?"

Yang Qi took a deep breath, turned over and lay down on the sofa, one arm clasped him tightly: "Ancestor, what do you want to do?"

Jiang Luo's body was so weak that he turned a corner when he spoke: "What do you think?"

Yang Qi buried her head in the socket of his neck: "We still have to film tomorrow."

Jiang Luo turned his face away, blushed and whispered, "I won't take pictures."

Yang Qi grabbed his limp|slumped body with one hand, a look of shock flashed in her eyes: "But it's outside."

If I had known it earlier, I would have done it at home. It was the first time for his little director.

For Jiang Luo, this is not the first time, it's the same everywhere, he put his arms around Yang Qi's neck, leaned forward and gently blew on his ear, this was learned in Wei Zhao, He's not very skilled at it.

But Yang Qi was still provocative: "Do you have the excitement of a one-night stand? If you don't perform well, then I don't want you?"

Before he finished speaking, he was bitten hard on the neck, Jiang Luo almost kicked him out in pain, his eyes were red: "What are you doing?!"

Yang Qi's eye circles were also red: "You are not allowed to say that."

Jiang Luo was taken aback, and quickly kissed|kissed his lips to please him, the tip of his tongue brushed across his lips, and apologized earnestly: "Okay, I was wrong, I want to give you a chance to learn from me if my skills are so bad. ?”

Yang Qi was almost teased by him, and bit his mouth with one bite, completely conquering the city.

*****

Jiang Luo didn't go to the set the next day. When Mo Yao came to pick up Yang Qi, his eyes were dazzled by the grand brilliance on his face. He covered his eyes and prayed in his heart for Jiang Luo who was lying on the bed soundly asleep .

Liu Shu asked a lot: "Is Ning Xingyuan sick?"

Yang Qi couldn't hide a smile in her tone: "He's caught wind and his voice is hoarse."

Liu Shu adjusted the monitor: "Let's just say that when he called me this morning, his voice was so dumb that he could hardly speak. The weather was so hot yesterday, and he was really spoiled at home."

Yang Qi looked away from him: "It's because it's too hot."

Liu Shu just said a few words casually, and the topic quickly turned to Yang Qi's role today.Yang Qi figured out the role very successfully. After Liu Shu told him about the scene for a long time, he immediately forgot about Jiang Luo, and even laughed and patted Yang Qi on the shoulder to add to Yang Qi's scene.

only--

"Why didn't you see Chen, Mr. Chen today?"

"Oh, it's too much. If you provoke someone who shouldn't be provoked, you will be transferred away." Liu Shu sneered.

Yang Qi instantly thought of the text message Mo Yao showed her yesterday, and initially estimated that Ning Xingyuan had complained to his brother.

Liu Shu smiled: "Let's think about your script carefully, it will be easier if he doesn't come to our crew."

After all, Chen Heming has been immersed in the circle for a long time. Even though everyone knows that he got up by hugging his thighs, no one can do anything to him. Even some new stars really have to support him and respect him. Let the people's backstage be tough.

But now-

After all, it's just for sale.

Yang Qi shook her head, he was different from Chen Heming.Ning Xingyuan is his thigh, but he is also his lover.

Yang Qi spent a lot of time preparing for this drama, and occasionally discussed with Jiang Luo at home, and even Jiang Luo would help him analyze the feelings Liu Shu wanted, which led to him getting off to a good start.

The more Liu Shu took pictures, the happier he was. The happier he was, the more he took pictures. Almost all of them were just one pass, and only a few were two corrections.

In the end, Yang Qi wiped the sweat from her forehead, took a sip of the mineral water Mo Yao handed over, and finally relieved her dry cough that almost burst her throat, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Director Liu, how are you doing?"

Liu Shu stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Good boy, what did you do before, why haven't you seen a few of your works?"

Yang Qi smiled embarrassedly: "I'm also an actor, but I haven't received any big roles."

Doubt flashed in Liu Shu's eyes, and then he understood again: "Which company do you belong to?"

Yang Qi: "It used to belong to Hengfei, but now it belongs to Huanyu."

"No wonder." A trace of disdain flashed in Liu Shu's eyes, "Hengfei is not an entertainment company."

Yang Qi heard the soft humming in his throat, but just smiled and didn't answer.

Liu Shu also knew that it was difficult for him to say such things as an actor: "Huanyu is pretty good, who is your agent, if there is a new play in the future, I will directly find you."

Yang Qi nodded quickly: "Thank you Director Liu, but I just signed here, and the company said that it will send me an agent in two days. I didn't come directly to your crew, I just gave an assistant in time, look at me Leave a contact information for you, and you can contact me directly when the time comes."

Liu Shu naturally agreed and left Yang Qi's phone number: "You have worked hard today, so go back and rest first."

Yang Qi thanked her and was about to turn around when she was stopped again.

"By the way, you live with Ning Xingyuan and take care of him more. The kid is a bit cold-tempered but has no temper. He probably hasn't suffered much before. Help me visit him more often. I can't get enough of him here. Get out."

Facing Liu Shu's apologetic eyes, Yang Qi repeatedly agreed.

But I was retorting in my heart-who said that our little ancestor was cold-tempered and enthusiastic, especially yesterday.

Thinking of last night, Yang Qi almost laughed out loud.

Mo Yao who was walking behind him: "..."

*****

When Yang Qi went back, Jiang Luo was still sleeping. He looked at the person on the bed who rolled himself up and smiled, and walked up to pat the quilt: "Ancestor, are you up?"

Jiang Luo opened his eyes in a daze, and glanced at the heavy curtains: "Sleep for a while."

Yang Qi pulled back the quilt, revealing a flushed face, and kissed|kissed his forehead: "I don't have a fever, why don't you get up and eat something, ancestor, I'm late."

Jiang Luo grabbed his hand: "It's okay, I'm not late."

Originally, Yang Qi was going to ask for leave with Jiang Luo today, but after being threatened by Jiang Luo in the morning that if she didn't go to work, she would not be allowed to climb the bed for the rest of her life, Yang Qi had to worry about something. The little ancestor who was sleeping, who knew that Director Liu was still adding drama, and he didn't come back until now.

Yang Qi squeezed his feverish hand: "No, get up and tidy up, I bought some porridge, how about some drink?"

Yang Qi was very patient last night, but Ning Xingyuan was different from him. The little director was an otaku or a weakling. I can't even open it.