The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

The director arranged for Xia Zhitao to change clothes, and Zhang Kuang was waiting for her outside.

She had nothing to do and looked around for a while, and happened to see Xia Zhisong standing on the sidelines watching, and walked towards him.

Seeing Zhang Kuang approaching suddenly, Xia Zhisong smiled stiffly: "Zhang, sister Zhang Kuang?"

Zhang Kuang smiled very friendly, and even stretched out his hand to gently pat him on the shoulder: "Hi Zhisong, we meet again."

Xia Zhisong: Master, you laughed so hard that I felt hairy.

He tried to be calm and said, "Well, I'm relatively free recently, so I'll drive my sister off."

"Driving?" Zhang Kuang thought for a while, and said, "Tell me next time, I'll take you to fly there."

fly over?

Xia Zhisong recalled the horrible experience of being dragged by the collar to fly at high altitude last time, and couldn't help but trembled, expressing that he really didn't want to experience it again.

Xia Zhisong quickly waved his hand, and said politely: "...Thank you, but it's really unnecessary."

"What were you doing before?" Zhang Kuang said casually.

Xia Zhisong subconsciously wanted to tell Zhang Kuang about the lawsuit, but he suddenly remembered what his sister said.

After hesitating for a moment, he concealed most of the details according to the elder sister's wishes: "It's like this, the elder sister has taken on a new case and is collecting information."

Zhang Kuang nodded and asked, "Then if Lu Qian calls you, will it disturb your work?"

"Nope," Xia Zhisong scratched his head, "It's actually fine."

Zhang Kuang was thoughtful, and there was silence between the two of them for a while.Zhang Kuang leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his eyelids drooped a little, covering the light in his pupils a bit.She seemed to be looking at something with her head tilted, and suddenly said:

"By the way, do you need my help with that case?"

Fragments of room light fell, shining dots of light on the sequins on the clothing.Zhang Kuang raised his head and thought for a while, then changed his words: "Well, but I can't help much."

--No!You can just beat someone up, it doesn't matter if you beat him to death!

Xia Zhisong hesitated and said, "Thank you, it's just..."

"Miss Zhang!" The director shouted, "Come here, we can start shooting."

Although the pronunciation of "Zhang" is not very standard, Zhang Kuang can still distinguish that he is calling himself.She nodded at Xia Zhisong, and responded to the director, "Here we are."

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the brick surface, leaving a series of crisp sounds.

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"Hi."

Xia Zhitao's ears were a little pink, she lowered her head slightly, and tugged at her clothes in embarrassment.

The two stood facing each other. In fact, the two sets of clothes only had slight differences in color and similar styles. At first glance, they looked like couples' outfits.

It's not that Xia Zhitao didn't wear a skirt, but this skirt, which looks complicated and complicated, looks extremely thin on the body.

Light white fabric surrounds the chest and waist, outlining smooth curves.On the other hand, there is only a layer of tulle on the collarbone and the neck, revealing a warm and moist color indistinctly.

Because of work, Xia Zhitao usually bundles his long hair up neatly on his head.But at this moment, the makeup artist helped her take off the hair tie, and her long hair fell down one after another, just hanging down to her waist.

Zhang Kuang stared blankly for two or three seconds, then turned his head away, and unconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his slender fingers: "...I'll go find you a cloak, it's a bit cold."

——What kind of clothes did the director design, what should I do if the clothes are so exposed that my wife is freezing?

Zhang Kuang didn't care if he couldn't understand English, he was very angry and wanted to discuss with the director.

Xia Zhitao quickly grabbed her wrist: "It's okay, in fact, the indoor temperature is well adjusted, so you won't feel very cold."

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The director adjusted the camera, and the two people in the camera stood together, and the whole picture looked beautiful and harmonious, with a natural sense of tacit understanding.

In the first shot, the slender grass trembles slightly in the wind, gently gliding across the ankles.Xia Zhitao put his hands on the "trunk" and looked up.

The other person was lying lazily among the branches, looking down from the layers of leaves, and his eyes happened to fall on the woman who followed the voice.

The woman on the tree held a handful of cut petals in her hands, and the petals leaked from between her five fingers that were hanging down, and from between her slightly opened fingers, floating in the air like tiny rays of sunlight.

"--stop!"

The director looked at Zhang Kuang and corrected her mistakes: "Miss Zhang, you should pay attention to looking at the camera when shooting, and you can't look around!"

Zhang Kuang sat up a bit, and said, "Understood."

Saying "Got it" on his lips, the leader is actually aggrieved in his heart: My wife looks at me, so I naturally want to look back at her sincerely and affectionately, what's the use of looking at that cold camera!

In the second shot, Zhang Kuang jumped down from the tree, stood still among the stacked leaves, and stretched out his hand to the other party with a smile.

Because of the angle of the camera, Zhang Kuang stretched out his left hand.

Between the palms of his left hand, there was a hideous scar, as if bitten by a wild beast.

Although the wound had already fully recovered, one could still clearly see the slit domineeringly slashed down from between the fingers, cutting off all the lines on the palm,

Xia Zhitao put his hand on it, and lightly brushed the scar with his fingertips, a dense pain spread in his heart.

The next moment, her hand was gently held.

The other party's five fingers were slender and strong, with a reassuring temperature, pulling her and walking slowly into the depths of the forest.

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The two followed the instructions and the script, passing the arranged shots one by one.

This is Xia Zhitao's first time filming this kind of commercial. Even if she is only a supporting role and the camera is locked on Zhang Kuang most of the time, she will inevitably make some small mistakes, or act too nervous, which leads to The director asked to do it all over again.

However, the flaws did not hide their strengths, the director was very satisfied with the performance of both of them, and the filming progressed in an orderly manner.

"Very good," the director gestured OK to the two, "There is one last point."

The following shot requires one person to hold the perfume in both hands, while the other person takes the perfume and sprays some on the plastic leaves.

Then the camera zoomed in on the leaves, and took a close-up shot of a perfume dripping slowly along the veins of the leaves, and then being caught by a person's fingertips.

The director put the perfume between Xia Zhitao's closed palms.Xia Zhitao turned his head while holding the perfume, and walked towards Zhang Kuang standing not far away among the lush leaves.

She had to deliberately walk in front of the camera, so she took a slight turn instead of walking in a straight line.

The director observed the effect, nodded, and explained: "Come closer to the camera, otherwise you won't be able to get a close-up shot of the perfume."

When Xia Zhitao heard this, he leaned over again.

Because she was holding the perfume in her hand, she was anxious to get closer to the camera, so she didn't notice her feet for a while.

A tulle skirt happened to hang next to the shoe, she didn't pay attention, and accidentally stepped on it.

It was difficult to stand on high heels, Xia Zhitao's foot slipped, and he was caught off guard and fell face down.

The long hair and the hem of the clothes were raised due to the weight, she subconsciously protected the perfume in her hand, and then closed her eyes.

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The arm seemed to be pulled by someone, and then——

"Puff" sound.

The two hit the ground together.

Without the imagined cold ground, and without the expected pain from the impact, Xia Zhitao was suddenly hugged into a hug.

The person under him withstood all the impact without saying a word, and hit the ground by himself, leaving her with only a very light hug.

Xia Zhitao opened his eyes, and found that he was being held in his arms, and he was leaning on his shoulders.

As far as the eye can see, the man's slender neck and collarbone are in a line, like slender petals trembling slightly in the drizzle.

Xia Zhitao's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he didn't dare to move, so he froze in place a little stupidly.

The fingertips seemed to be submerged in the soft clouds, and everything they touched was delicate and warm.

And the familiar hibiscus flower fragrance ignored her thoughts, just lingered around her upper nose like no one else, drawing out the blush on her face.

The breathing sounds of the two are intertwined, and the heartbeat can be clearly heard in the ears, and it is not known whether it is their own or the person below them.

Xia Zhitao dared not breathe, as if he was afraid of alarming the other party.She held her breath, as if she had endured for a century before the other party gently supported her shoulders.

In fact, only ten seconds later, Zhang Kuang supported Xia Zhitao's shoulders, pushed her away a little, and let her sit up on top of him.

And Zhang Kuang himself also bent his arms, straightened his body, and looked at the person sitting on him with some anxiety:

"Peach, are you okay?"

Xia Zhitao still had the bottle of perfume she desperately protected in her hand, she put the perfume on the ground, and suddenly covered her face:

"Yes, sorry! I..."

Zhang Kuang stretched out his hand naturally, helped Xia Zhitao straighten his hair, and asked, "Tao Tao, are you really alright? Did you fall somewhere?"

Xia Zhitao whispered, "I'm fine, but are you okay? I heard a loud noise—"

Her voice trembled slightly because of anxiety, and she patted her shoulder frantically and comfortingly.

"What's this small bump?" Zhang Kuang chuckled lightly, with a nonchalant tone:

"Don't worry, don't worry about me. You must know that I am the leader of the Demon Cult."

Zhang Kuang first changed to half-kneeling on the ground, and then helped Xia Zhitao to stand up.She lowered her eyes and lowered her head to help Xia Zhitao tidy up the clothes that were a little messy due to the fall.

She looked around, took off the coat she had taken off earlier, and took the opportunity to cover Xia Zhitao tightly.

At this time, the onlookers rushed over, and the director kept asking, "Oh my god, my God! Are you injured?"

Xia Zhitao picked up the bottle of perfume, handed it back to the director, and said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, I accidentally slipped under my feet—but the perfume didn't break."

The director took the perfume and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as there is no injury."

Xia Zhisong was also one of the first to rush forward, but Zhang Kuang moved a step faster and directly protected Xia Zhitao in his arms.

Seeing this, Xia Zhisong stopped not far away. Seeing his elder sister standing there unscathed, he silently breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you all right?"

Zhang Kuang waved his hands casually, and said, "It's a small thing."

In fact, she didn't need to fall down, just summoned the petals directly.However, the director, cameraman and other staff were all there, so it was not easy for Zhang Kuang to use his spiritual power.

Xia Zhitao looked at the people who surrounded her, and she looked at Zhang Kuang, as if she wanted to say something.