After the official announcement with the disabled actor

Ting Miao's ears moved slightly, his eyes fixed on Fu Ying's bony fingers with sticky eyes, after thinking about it, he simply bent down.

He turned around like a fish on the plank bed as nimbly as he lay beside Fu Ying, with his elbows propped up, his head tilted, his palms mopping his cheeks, and he blinked and said, "It was selected by the modeling team."

From the prone position, the lapels of the collar that Fu Ying had just covered fell loose again.

Fu Ying looked worried: "It's not good-looking."

After the words fell, he put his hands on the bed and slowly got up.Seeing this, Ting Miao couldn't care less about whether the clothes looked good or not, so he got up from the bed in a hurry, his clothes were not straightened, and he went to help Fu Ying.

However, Fu Ying has been handicapped for three years, and has long been proficient in these things, and she can get out of bed and sit in a wheelchair without Ting Miao's help.

He slid the wheelchair slowly away from the thatched cottage, Ting Miao didn't know what provoked him, and walked behind sullenly.When it came to the door of the thatched cottage, Fu Ying paused for a moment with the hand that was manipulating the wheelchair, and turned around abruptly.

Ting Miao, who was immersed in his own thoughts, almost bumped into Fu Ying. He stuttered and said, "Mr. Fu, what's wrong?"

"Bend down." Fu Ying's fierce eyes lowered slightly, and his eyes seemed to linger on Ting Miao's body, and his voice was low and lazy.

Ting Miao didn't ask anything, just obediently obeyed.

This behavior obviously pleased Fu Ying, and the corners of his tightly pursed mouth softened slightly.

Ting Miao seemed to realize what he was going to do, he was so obedient, with a pair of deer-like round eyes blinking ignorantly, he bent down and put his upper body very close to Fu Ying.

So close that he can now count Fu Ying's eyelashes.

One, two, very thick eyelashes, densely packed, but not too curled.

But this is also good-looking, and the shadow of the eyelashes under the eyes is more obvious.

Being looked at by Ting Miaozai carefully, Fu Ying was a little stunned, and raised her eyelids, thinking that she could see Ting Miao's blatant eyes, but surprisingly, there was no other meaning in his eyes. Qingming, innocent and pure, it seems that he is just counting eyelashes.

Fu Ying frowned subconsciously and stopped thinking about it.

He stretched out his hand, his warm fingers touched Slim's collarbone, pulled out the slightly messy skirt, and covered it to the right.

Finally, fasten the belt on the right armpit.

There was a series of inexplicable shudders at the fingertips, and it was Fu Ying's fingers that touched his waist inadvertently.

Ting Miao trembled all over, a tingling sensation flew from the side of the waist to the top of the head, and the eyes were instantly covered with mist.

He hummed, stretched out his hand unconsciously, and stopped Fu Ying's movement on his waist: "Don't touch here, it's itchy."

Fu Ying didn't let go, but wrapped Ting Miao's little soft hand in the palm of her hand.

With big hands wrapped around small hands, Ting Miao could feel the thin calluses in Fu Ying's palms.Ten fingers connected to heart is true, he felt his heart was about to jump out, his face was a little hot, he was shy and wanted to get closer to Fu Ying, these two thoughts occupied his little head, making his face dyed with rouge. Yes, it was so red that it was about to bleed.

But soon, Fu Ying helped him make a decision.

Fu Ying let go of his hand, with a serious expression on his face, and fastened the belt around his waist in twos and twos.

"Don't wear black in the future." After saying that, she turned the wheelchair and turned her back to Ting Miao.

Ting Miao rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe away the thin layer of water mist, but he didn't realize that his eye sockets were getting redder, "Well, why?"

With a voice like a little sheep, soft and waxy, Fu Yingxin missed a beat.

He pressed the center of his brows to cover up the inexplicable desire for exclusiveness in his mind: "Forget it, you can wear whatever you want."

The crew will have to change scenes after a while, and the shooting time in Anhui City is very tight. Just after the filming of the two of them, it will be the scene of Ting Miao and Lin Wenyuan, who plays the role of the emperor.

Although Lin Wenyuan's acting skills are a bit lacking, he found a good role this time. The emperor has a gentle temperament and always smiles, which makes him a good match for Lin Wenyuan.It's just that since his debut, he has played too many roles like this, which will inevitably give the audience a negative impression. If he plays other roles in the future, he will have more than enough energy, and it will be difficult to make a breakthrough.

"Card!" Director Zhou yelled with a loudspeaker: "Lin Wenyuan, pay attention to your position. You blocked Ting Miao. Let's do it again."

Lin Wenyuan forced a smile: "Miao Miao, I'm sorry."

Ting Miao was so exhausted that he was out of breath, wiped the sweat off his cheeks with the back of his hand, and waved his hand: "It's okay, senior, please mark down where you are going, we will come again."

In a short scene, I got stuck five or six times, most of which were due to Lin Wenyuan's positioning or lines.Director Zhou didn't expect that Lin Wenyuan, who had debuted for so many years, could not even speak his lines clearly. He sat in the monitor room and sighed several times.

It was almost noon, the sun was shining fiercely, and there was a sense of restless fatigue in the air.

Lin Wenyuan didn't get scolded later. After the scene with Ting Miao was over, the director wiped off the sweat from his brow and shouted, "Everyone rest, let's have dinner first, and continue at a later date."

The field and logistics personnel have already prepared the boxed lunches and are preparing to distribute them in the arbor.

We set up two sheds for food delivery, so it wasn't too crowded.

It was extremely hot at noon today, and Ting Miao was wearing several layers of ancient clothes. Although the fabric was light and thin, his head was still covered with sweat.When he heard Director Zhou calling for disbandment, he relaxed all over, raised a bright smile, and rushed directly to Fu Ying's resting place: "Mr. Go in line to get lunch."

He said it was hot, but he was like a little sun, he didn't know what he was happy about.Fu Ying's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes followed Ting Miao's back, seeing him obediently lining up in line.

Although there is a shaded shed, the hot sun still takes special care of Ting Miao, making his cheeks flushed.

It seems that within a few seconds, Lin Wenyuan also walked to Ting Miao's side, and lined up with him, surrounded by several actors, all talking intimately around Ting Miao.

Lin Wenyuan smiled and put his hands on Ting Miao's shoulders without getting too hot.

Fu Ying's expression darkened.

"Boss." Qin Li glanced at the line that Ting Miao had lined up, and said, "There are a lot of people here, I'll go to the next shed to get food."

Fu Ying bent her fingers and tapped the handle of the wheelchair: "Two copies."

Qin Li was stunned for a moment: "Okay."

"Wait." Fu Ying's eyes suddenly became sharp, but she leaned on the wheelchair and said casually: "You go and ask Ting Miao to come over."

Without hesitation, Qin Li said that he understood, and went to Ting Miao's side first.Ting Miao happened to be waiting in line soon, and when he heard Assistant Qin's words, he responded with a smile: "Okay, I'll go right away."

After Qin Li spoke, he left.

It happened to be Ting Miao's turn. He looked at the sumptuous two meat and two vegetables, and said with a smile, "Miss Sister, I want two boxed lunches and two mung bean ice."

Lin Wenyuan, who was standing behind him, was startled, and was about to ask, "Miaomiao, you took so much..."

Before he finished speaking, Ting Miao hugged the lunch box, raised a bright smile, ran to Fu Ying, and called out in a sweet voice, "Mr. Fu, shall we eat together?"

Fu Ying's dark eyes suddenly dissipated, and her bent fingers trembled slightly in the air.

Ting Miao didn't notice anything, and helped Fu Ying unfold the small folding table in front of him, and put the boxed lunch and mung bean ice in order.

As soon as it was set, Qin Li came over with two meals.

Ting Miao seemed to understand something, and glanced at Fu Ying who was expressionless.

Fu Ying said lightly: "Qin Li, it's for you."

Qin Li looked down at the rice in his hand:? ? ?

Ting Miao snickered with his chin on his hands, picked up mung bean ice and handed it to Fu Ying's mouth, beaming with joy: "Mr. Fu, try this, it's very delicious and sweet."

Fu Ying didn't move her mouth, staring at the cold drink, her eyes slowly shifted from the straw to Ting Miao's expectant face.

"It's really comfortable. A small sip won't hurt your throat." Ting Miao urged him.

Fu Ying's throat rolled down, she lowered her head, and without taking a drink, she put the straw in her mouth with Ting Miao's hand.

"Well, sweet."

"Let's just say it's very sweet." Ting Miao cocked his tail triumphantly.

Lin Wenyuan, who was holding a box of lunch, saw this scene, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.Originally, it was the assistant who helped him with the food, but when he saw Ting Miao queuing up by himself, his mind moved slightly, so he followed him, who knows now.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then walked to Fu Ying's resting place with the boxed lunch.

Ting Miao's back was facing Lin Wenyuan, and he didn't see him coming, but Fu Ying, who was facing Ting Miao, glanced over there, and found that Lin Wenyuan's eyes wanted to stick to Ting Miao's body.

He put down his chopsticks and said lightly, "Qin Li."

Qin Li was very good at winking, and after hearing the boss's order, he said directly with the rice in his hand, "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, our brother Fu is going to play with Mr. Ting. It's not convenient for you to be here. Look..."

Lin Wenyuan: "..."

Obviously still eating, playing against each other, ha ha.

But having said that, Lin Wenyuan didn't dare to provoke Fu Ying.He felt that Fu Ying had no quarrel with Fu Ying after joining the group. For some reason, he always felt Fu Ying's cold eyes turning around him.

Lin Wenyuan had no choice but to leave without saying a word.

After he left, Ting Miao raised his eyes and looked at Fu Ying: "Mr. Fu, are you going to correct the script, but I haven't finished eating yet?"

Fu Ying met his eyes, and saw that Ting Miao was chewing mung bean ice in his mouth, his mouth was pouting, and his cheeks were bulging, which was inexplicably cute.His eyes moved, and he picked up the chopsticks again: "You eat."

"Ow."

But the script still needs to be correct. All the plays in the afternoon are the two protagonists of the poetry collector, and the lineup is full.

After the meal, Ting Miaoruan sat in the shade of Fu Ying's resting place, holding the script in his hand, and narrated: "People in the world often say that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books, but I have traveled the Central Plains for several years, but after all, I can't do anything." Can you understand whether the statement that "the prince breaks the law and the common people are the same crime" is true or false? If it is true, why does the dignified dragon commit crimes and kill people, and still live at ease; while the persecuted common people have complaints and are separated. "

He opened his mouth with ease, his voice was excited and indignant, and his unique voice contained the emotions that Chu Fengmo should have at this moment.

Fu Ying looked at Ting Miao, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes.From the first day of filming, he knew that Ting Miao's lines were very good, with suitable emotional ups and downs, cadence, standard Mandarin, without the slightest accent, and not as sweet and waxy as he usually speaks, with ancient rhyme.

The most important thing is that he can always be in it, his emotions fit the plot, and he has a strong control over the plot.

Ting Miao had a lot of lines, and the two walked for ten minutes with each sentence.

It gradually stopped feeling hot.Ting Miao was familiar with his lines, but when he read a sentence, his tone changed slightly, and his voice was like a kitten's sticky voice: "Brother Huo, how about the gentleman waiting for you for three, five or ten years? Could it be that you are hard-hearted, and you are really separated from her. You can't bear the pain of lovesickness, and she can't bear it either."

Fu Ying stared at Ting Miao with deep eyes.

This cat-like voice tickled Fu Ying's heart. He put down the script and reminded, "This sentence is wrong."

Ting Miao glanced at the script in his hand, as if he didn't find anything wrong, he asked with puffy eyes, "Is it wrong?" The tone of the word "Lang Jun" was aggravated.

"That's right, Mr. Fu heard it wrong, right?" Ting Miao said with a smile on his eyes.

A trace of astonishment flashed quickly in Fu Ying's dark eyes, and she stared at Ting Miao with sharp eyes, holding a knife blade in the dark, as if trying to gouge out his heart, and put it in front of her eyes for a clear view.

See what he is thinking.

Lin Wenyuan, who was in the same group, did not hide the news of the two of them. Seeing Ting Miao's unreserved smile, Lin Wenyuan felt blocked, and then remembered what Ting Miao said in the real interview, and was even more embarrassed.

Depressedly, he came to the outside of the set to breathe fresh air, but received a call from his agent.

As soon as the connection was made, the other party couldn't wait to say: "Wen Yuan, you asked someone to send the poetry picker Reuters. I have to emphasize again and again that Jinrui Entertainment can't be messed with. Why do you want to stir up CP with Ting Miao!"

Lin Wenyuan's ears were already callused after hearing these words.

He nodded perfunctorily, and when he was about to speak, a piercing scream came from the phone: "Sister Wang, something is wrong. The assistant to the president of VEJ International just called, saying that we should remove Reuters and publicly apologize to the crew."

VEJ International, Lin Wenyuan hesitated.

There was a panic on the phone.

He heard the agent ask in surprise: "VEJ International, are you sure? What does this have to do with them!"

"I don't know...just say that it's the investor, that our company has harmed his interests, and if we don't apologize, we will pay compensation."

That's right, all the cast and crew of the Poetry Officer signed a non-disclosure agreement, but the investor, Sister Wang, never thought that VEJ International would invest in a small crew.

Sister Wang was anxious and angry: "Apologize? Isn't this asking us to slap ourselves in the face!"

She naturally wanted to find the person involved, Lin Wenyuan. At this time, she lost her gentle attitude towards Lin Wenyuan, and said angrily, "Look at the good deeds you have done!"

Lin Wenyuan frowned, and said calmly, "They have no evidence."

The manager paused for a moment, but he didn't know what to think, and suddenly let out a sneer, and said coldly, "Lin Wenyuan, do you think VEJ is a vegetarian?"

Lin Wenyuan's face turned pale when he heard the cool laughter on the phone.

Even if he doesn't pay attention to the business world, he still knows the name of VEJ International.

That is a real wealthy family. According to rumors, the current head of VEJ International succeeded the president three years ago and is also the largest shareholder of VEJ.He acted decisively and ruthlessly. He cleared up the family's infidelity as soon as he succeeded, dismissed dozens of employees, and developed his brands more aggressively.Real estate, finance, jewelry, catering and hotels are all involved, and the parent's industry has been continuously expanded. In the past two years, it has become a national brand passed on by word of mouth.

Lin Wenyuan couldn't help thinking, is VEJ going to develop the entertainment industry...?

There was not even the slightest sound.

But at this moment, he was not allowed to think too much, the agent sighed: "The company has decided to issue an apology statement, you come directly to the company after finishing the filming, compensation or termination of the contract, I am afraid it is not up to you to choose."

Lin Wenyuan's wrist trembled, and the phone he was talking on suddenly fell to the ground.

He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but there was no manager's voice.

There were only two "beeps—" and they disappeared with the wind.