God is the king of acting

The heroine is heartbroken because of the misunderstanding of the heroine. The first thing she does is to pull Feng Rujin to complain and tell him the love story between them. Although Feng Rujin is in pain, she also acts as a close friend to enlighten the heroine.

Chu Lian sat on the sofa unable to complain, why did the heroine find a man in the middle of the night, but he was acting like a brocade now, so he put on a male number three face that was painful and barely maintained a smile.

The plot is very bloody. After the heroine gets hurt and leaves, the hero realizes how important she is to him, so he immediately drives to track down the heroine's location. After kicking the door forcefully, he finds his beloved woman lying in someone else's arms. His pride made him shake his fist.

"Ka, Lin Haoran, what's the matter with you, you should be showing anger at this time, what's the matter with that smile on your face." Director Lin looked at the picture shown in the camera and said dissatisfied.

"Sorry, I just laughed a little bit, please give me another chance."

Director Lin waved again.

Except for Lin Haoran and Chu Lian who knew that the fist was really hit on the face just now, only Wang Ziying could see it clearly.

The scene was repeated again, and a fist was greeted to Chu Lian's face again.

"Kaka, Wang Ziying, why are your eyes in a daze, hurry up and fight."

"Start again, Lin Haoran, you are in the wrong place."

"Again!"

After ten ng times, the filming of this scene was finally finished under Director Lin's impatience. The angry director Lin didn't have a good look at Lin Haoran at all.

Lin Haoran doesn't care about this director. In his opinion, even if he is bored by an unknown idol drama director, it's not a big problem. If it wasn't for the high salary, he wouldn't lower his value to act in this drama.

Thinking of the ten fists just now, Lin Haoran smiled refreshedly. He is a person who has practiced martial arts. Those fists hit the bones, which will only make people hurt and will not leave marks. convenient.

Seeing the opponent's weak appearance, Lin Haoran looked away contemptuously, and it was still the same as before, he became honest after a few punches, no wonder people often say that a dog can't change Chixiang.

Wang Ziying stepped in the middle and didn't dare to speak. Thinking of what Lin Haoran said just now, she was a little tempted. Yes, stepping on a third-rate starlet will not only increase her topicality, but also get the attention of her beloved man. Why not do it.

"Hurry up and get ready, the next scene will be filmed in 10 minutes." Director Lin nodded in satisfaction with the scene just now, they acted too realistically.

After the scene, Chu Lian ran to the toilet with an excuse and looked at her face in the mirror. He felt hostility just now, so he directly cut off his pain sensation, but if there were scars on his face, he would definitely not do it.

"Hmph, I'm just trying to make you suffer. If you dare to go out and talk nonsense, it won't be a matter of fisting." Lin Haoran directly closed the toilet door, threatening.

Chu Lian turned her face sideways, and said strangely: "...you came in behind me."

Lin Haoran felt that the other party's expression was a bit strange, but it was still attributed to the other party's fear of such emotions.

Chu Lian put her arms around her chest, leaned on the sink casually, and pointed to her face: "Since we're here, let's figure out what happened just now."

"You!" Stared at by contemptuous eyes, Lin Haoran rushed forward angrily, and he insisted on teaching this bitch a lesson today.

Chu Lian raised her hand to easily block the slow and soft fist: "Are you going to fight? What should I do in the next scene if I am injured? Oh, by the way, there are people outside. Are you afraid of being photographed? Beating Junior or something."

The blocked fist couldn't move half a minute, cold sweat gradually appeared on Lin Haoran's forehead, when did this bitch become so powerful.

When she didn't get an answer, Chu Lian began to talk to herself: "It seems that there has been a way to beat people without leaving traces since a long time ago. I guess you have learned a little, but it's a pity..."

Chu Lian hammered the opponent's abdomen mercilessly: "I will do everything in this way."

After being hit hard, Lin Haoran felt that the acid in his stomach had been kicked out, and the pain that seemed to be tangled in his intestines made him curl up on the ground, his eyes full of fear.

Chu Lian withdrew her coercion, her eyes widened in astonishment, are all human beings so fragile? Did he even use his strength?

Seeing that the other party hadn't gotten up from the ground for a long time, Chu Lian deeply reflected on her mistakes. Now she is no longer a human being who could cultivate herself ten thousand years ago, and time flies.

"Are you okay?" Chu Lian bent down and asked lightly with a smile.

Seeing the other party making sarcastic remarks, Lin Haoran wished to grind his teeth. Could it be that they were all deceived, and the other party had been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

wrong.

Lin Haoran immediately denied his thoughts, because no one can bear the humiliation of being treated like a dog before.

"You, cough, who are you?"

"Chu Lian." She replied without hesitation.

Hearing that the door was closed, Lin Haoran got up from the ground enduring the pain, locked himself in a small room in the toilet, and began to make a phone call tremblingly.

This injury was just a temporary pain, and it was almost healed after the phone call. He had just informed Fang Xiong that this manager was a gangster, and this time it would definitely make Chu Lian unable to bear it. Fang Xiong will let this little star not die or be disabled.

"Are you okay, did that Lin Haoran really hit up just now?" Assistant Xiao Liu, who had been paying close attention to Chu Lian, immediately went up to him, but he couldn't see clearly from the distance.

Although this assistant is a little dissatisfied with his current position, he really does his best. No wonder Yinshi said he is a capable young man.

Chu Lian seemed to have thought of something, and nodded expressionlessly: "I had some conflicts with him before, he seems to have misunderstood something."

Xiao Liu patted his head silently, why did he feel that the other party was being wronged because of his expressionless face.

do not care.Xiao Liu routinely reported Chu Lian's affairs to his former boss, the current indirect salary payer.

When he was reviewing the printing of the document, he heard the voice of the text message and took out his mobile phone, frowning to see what happened, and then asked his secretary to look up the matter about Lin Haoran.

Xiao Liu looked around and didn't see any signs of being beaten on his current boss. He happened to meet Lin Haoran coming out of the bathroom, so he had to step aside.

Lin Haoran didn't look sideways, as if he didn't see Chu Lian, he said something to Director Lin and drove away.

"Chu Lian and Wang Ziying are preparing for the next match."

Chu Lian put on a hospital gown. Because it was a low-cost TV series, she didn't borrow someone else's hospital to shoot. Instead, she built props and then post-production. Anyway, it was just something that happened on the hospital bed.

Sunlight came in through the curtains and shone on the person on the hospital bed. His already pale skin was nearly transparent, his lips had no color, and his beautiful eyes were covered by white gauze, lifeless.

Wang Ziying cried loudly: "Who told you to give me your eyes? I don't need them. Take them away quickly. What should you do if you can't see them?"

Chu Lian stretched out her hand and waved it in the air for a long time before being caught by the other party and sticking it to her cheek. Feeling the warmth, Chu Lian smiled softly, without the original elegance and gentleness, leaving only a trace of loneliness and relief.

"Wanran, as long as you are happy is enough for me. No matter who you are with in the future, I hope you will be happy. Use these eyes to look around, and don't leave any regrets for yourself."

"But, but what do you do." Wang Ziying began to sob, her sadness mixed with guilt, it was obvious that this person loved her so much, but now she couldn't tolerate anyone except him.

"Me?" Chu Lian raised the corners of her lips sourly. There was nothingness in front of his eyes, but in order not to worry the other party, she still comforted the girl as before, "Although I am sad to see your smiling face again, but Your every move is imprinted in my heart, I have no regrets, I just hope that the girl I love can live a happy life."

The wind is like a brocade, the son of a famous nobleman, the proud son of a generation, and a genius in music, he has separated from the light in this way, and has been immersed in darkness all his life, listening to the laughter of his beloved woman in the arms of others .

In two days, in just two days, Chu Lian's scene was about to wrap up, with no more than twenty shots in total.

When Feng Rujin appeared on the stage, Feng Rujin comforted the misunderstood heroine, and Feng Rujin donated his cornucopia. From now on, his scenes will end.

Feng Rujin runs through the entire plot, but the appearance of the real body is pitiful. Even the scenes of Feng Rujin helping the heroine all the time are reflected from the mouth of the heroine or the mouths of various supporting roles.

It took two days to complicate the people on the set, because these two days were spent shooting pictures of Feng Rujin, it was like watching a virtual character gradually plump up in front of him, and seeing Feng Rujin lose his eyes After the loss and the joy of regaining the light for the lover, the emotional person weeps faintly. The ending of such a character should not be like this. Some people even think that it would be great if Master Feng hadn't met the heroine.

Director Lin also had a complicated look on his face. No one understood how ethereal Feng Rujin was. people.

The last game.

Feng Rujin listened to the wedding march, her dull eyes were slightly bent, her thin wrists were exposed from the delicate suit, and she clapped her hands to the rhythm of the song.

Youth, no one can be the master.