Passion collision

Holding the warm ginger soup, Ran Xuanyang walked to the bathroom, well, he should express his concern both emotionally and rationally, after all something really happened, this scene cannot continue to be filmed, and he is the one who has a headache.

On the straight road that was about to reach the bathroom, a person suddenly appeared sideways, staring at Ran Xuanyang with angry eyes, and did not seem to want to give way.

Needless to say, who else is this person besides Jing Mo?

Those eyes were very simple, except for the disgust, there was also some anger added. Looking at the god of plague, he almost shouted "Lin. Bing. Fighting. Zhe. All. Array. Array. Before. " Subdue the monster Ran Xuanyang.

However, based on the lessons learned from being tied up before, he was much wiser this time, instead of yelling loudly, he used a silent pressure to prevent Ran Xuanyang from approaching Mingyu.

Ran Xuanyang just smiled at this, and did not slow down at all. He slowly approached the little beast whose hairs seemed to stand on end. At the moment when his body was about to touch, he could clearly feel the other party's slight trembling and hesitation. After a moment, he forcibly stopped his strong desire to get out of the way.

"I said... In fact, I have endured it for a long time..." Ran Xuanyang didn't feel uncomfortable, he simply leaned over, even bent his head, and whispered in Jing Mo's ear with a voice that only two people could hear Said, "I hope you can clarify a concept. On the set, no matter what the situation is, I am the emperor. No one can disobey me. Even if that person is the leading actor, I will pack up and leave!"

The last sentence was said very vigorously. Although it didn't reach the point of gnashing one's teeth, but in other people's ears, it felt full of threats no matter what.

Biting his lower lip tightly, Jing Mo didn't refute or move, just watched Director Ran Da pat him on the shoulder with an unusually bright smile, and walked over to the white door.

Pulling this classmate friend aside, Wu Si pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, Mingyu is very important to Director Ran now, and he won't mess around."

As for the post-scene, there are no guarantees. At least during the filming of the idiot, Jing Mo can absolutely rest assured that the big bad wolf will approach the little sheep...

Randomly took out a key, Ran Xuanyang handsomely inserted it into the locked toilet door, turned his fingers deftly a few times, and heard a crackling sound, the lock was beautifully breached, the corners of Ran Xuanyang's mouth curved even more, and turned a bit The doorknob directly opened the toilet door.

That action is so handsome, if you dare to love your uncle, is it necessary to open the toilet door and make it as handsome as opening a small vault? !

Wu Si only felt that the black line on his forehead slipped down again. Turning to look at Jing Mo, Xiao Mian also had twitching at the corners of his mouth and stiff facial muscles. What about the others? The people who were doing the work all squinted at the situation here, not afraid that they would never be able to come straight again.

After entering the toilet, Ran Xuanyang habitually locked the door again with his backhand, although he knew that without his permission, no one would dare to enter this door again even if he suffered internal injuries.

Mingyu kept rinsing his face and gargling his mouth. Hearing the sound, he raised his face that was so weak from the stomach ache, glanced down at the person, and then continued to pour clean water down his throat.

At this time, his clothes were already soaked in the play, and he hadn't changed them. They were just so wet and stuck to his body. The gray dirty clothes flowed all the way to the ground with muddy sewage, and his whole body was in a state of shock. It was a dirty mess, but that face was forcibly washed off the ugly makeup, revealing fair skin, and a pair of black eyes shining.

No wonder Wu Si gave himself a cup of ginger soup first instead of antiemetics. Compared with the psychological nausea, his body really broke down, and he couldn't get out of it even if he wanted to.

Leaning halfway on the cold tiles, Ran Xuanyang didn't continue to approach Mingyu, but put down the ginger soup, crossed his hands on his chest, smiled with an unknown meaning, and looked coldly at the actor who wanted to plug his mouth into the faucet.

"I don't know, it turns out that your professional quality is so poor..."