My poor boyfriend became the richest man after being dumped by me

In "I Really Like You", the heroine Zhou Xinyi is an out-and-out rich girl who likes to play the piano and dance the national standard dance.

Playing the piano and finding a good substitute, clapping only the hands, and adding post-production screen editing can solve this problem without any flaws.

But today's ballroom dance to be filmed, the crew got caught blind.

In this scene, Zhou Xinyi's first confession to Yu Yue was rejected, and she was in a depressed mood. She danced alone in the dance classroom, and happened to meet the school bully male protagonist who was punished to clean the dance classroom. , Became a happy couple.

A very important scene laid the foundation of this relationship.

The script only writes how beautiful and beautiful, the hero is mesmerized, but how to shoot this?

The heroine Shu Yao does not have any dancing skills, the only dance is the Yangko team in elementary school.

Director Liu crammed together and brought a dance teacher from an art school to give Shu Yao a few lessons.

But one minute on stage, ten years of practice off stage, people who have no foundation in dance, it is difficult to meet Director Liu's artistic requirements in a short period of training. Shu Yao has been tortured in pain for the past few days.

During the lunch break, Su Qiao wore earphones and listened to the lines she had read in the morning. Satellite received two boxes of lunch. The food for the crew was good, with three dishes and one soup, both meat and vegetables.

Su Qiao ate a few mouthfuls casually, took the script, carefully wrote the notes for the lines, and thought for a while from time to time.

Shu Yao supported her sore waist, sat across from him, and glanced at his densely written script, "It's just an online drama, you put it so hard"

Su Qiao took off the earphones, and said while writing a note: "I have poor foundation, I should work harder."

Shu Yao stared at him for a while, Director Liu could see Su Qiao's care with long eyes. It was rumored that Su Qiao had something to do with the higher-ups, and Zhou Ke was at odds with Su Qiao. There is an indescribable relationship.

At Shu Yao's age, she understands whether the rumors are true or not. She believes that the boy in front of her is definitely not the kind of person that others say.

Shu Yao patted Su Qiao's script, "If you don't know something, ask my sister."

"Thank you." Su Qiao looked up at her, reciprocated, and raised his chin, "If you feel pain in your back, it means you did something wrong."

"You can do it too?" Shu Yao's back hurt so badly that she just lay down on the table.

Su Qiao said, "A little bit."

He put down the ballpoint pen in his hand, and was rarely willing to say a few more words to the crew, "Although pressing the legs and pressing the waist is the most basic movement, it is difficult to do without basic dance skills. If you break it hard like this, it will hurt the tendon. "

Shu Yao heard from his words that it was definitely not as simple as that, "Is there any way to make my waist not hurt and dance beautifully?"

Su Qiao glanced at her, and thought about it seriously, "Stop dancing foxtrot, try tango, the flexibility of the hip joint is not so demanding."

Shu Yao was embarrassed to say bluntly that she didn't understand, and asked tactfully, "What's the difference between the two? How can we do it quickly?"

Su Qiao pinched her straight nose, feeling helpless, she stood up and stretched out her hand, "Come on, sister, I will teach you."

His fingers were slender and slender, and his nails were soft and round with light pearls, which was very beautiful.

These are pampered hands, well-clothed and well-fed, Shu Yao thought.

Although Shu Yao didn't know ballroom dancing, she could sense that Su Qiao's technique was better than that of the dance teacher in the second-rate school, leading her forward and backward with just the right rhythm.

In the spirit of teaching a man how to fish rather than giving him a fish, Su Qiao pushed Shu Yao backwards with a clear and clean voice: "Tango needs your sense of strength, and the movements of your hands must be smooth and powerful."

"This movement, a little longer."

Shu Yao nodded quickly, and couldn't help following Su Qiao's rhythm.

The crew's official Weibo operation will occasionally post some news. Seeing Su Qiao teaching Shu Yao to dance, he took a few small videos and posted them on Weibo to make his presence felt.

[Rugged but not clumsy, soft and unremitting, this male second dancer is very professional. 】

[I only saw long legs full of screens, I can, brother come and hug my waist! 】

【Holding Mr. Shu so tightly, Mr. Shu's face turned red with embarrassment, this man is really nasty. 】

[I don't respect women's wishes at all, did Shu Yao agree?This is a person who has no sense of proportion! 】

[I'm [Lemon], I'm at Shu Yao's age, and I want to have a pretty brother to dance with me. 】

After Satellite saw the comment area, his hands shook with anger, and he couldn't help but put on a small vest and end up theorizing.

It's unimaginable for Su Qiao to even take care of her, let alone eat the girl's tofu while teaching dance. If it is to eat tofu, Weixing is even more worried that Shu Yao will eat Su Qiao's tofu.

Suburban golf course.

The lush green lawn stretches as far as the eye can see, and the golden sunset casts a layer of golden brilliance, which is too beautiful to behold.

Director Li of Lime Entertainment, in a suit and leather shoes, brought along Mr. Li of Juhua Entertainment, who was well-dressed, trekking across mountains and rivers for four hours from the city, and finally met He Zhijin.

Mr. Li was so tired that he was out of breath, and patted Director Jin's arm, "Old Jin, what exactly does Mr. He mean? You can tell me the truth."

Juhua is a new type of entertainment company. In the past few years, Mr. Li has been in charge of coding, self-made scripts or comic IPs. Lime Entertainment pays for the filming, as long as it participates in equity and dividends.

Mr. Li has been earning money for several years while lying comfortably. He didn't expect that Lime would terminate the contract yesterday. Doesn't this mean that he cut off his source of income?

Fortunately, he usually called Director Jin of Lime Entertainment brothers and sisters. Director Jin just vaguely said that he had done something wrong, and because of his past friendship, he helped him make an appointment for He Zhijin for half an hour.

Let Mr. Li ask himself clearly.

He Zhijin is wearing a pure gray slim-fitting sports uniform, with a tall and strong back, holding the club in both hands, and swinging a beautiful streamline at will. The thin muscles on the back look explosive because of the tension.

Director Jin clapped his hands, "Mr. He, your shot is too accurate."

He Zhijin turned around, glanced at him, took the mineral water handed by the secretary, and took a sip of water slowly.

Mr. Li stepped forward, lowered his head slightly, and said with a smile, "Mr. He, our Juhua Company..."

"Play with me for a while." He Zhijin interrupted him with a flat voice.

Mr. Li was taken aback for a moment, with an old face on his face, "Mr. He, I'm so sorry, I came in a hurry today and didn't bring a cue."

He Zhi raised his thin chin lightly, and Mr. Li looked along. There was a ball frame with black iron bars on the ground, filled with white golf balls.

Mr. Li has an ugly look on his face. He is usually the number one figure in the entertainment industry, but He Zhijin actually asked him to be a caddy.

"Mr. He..." Mr. Li hesitated to speak.

He Zhijin turned his head and looked at him. It wasn't the rumored "death stare", but when Mr. Li thought of his identity, he immediately felt that this gaze carried an infinite sense of oppression, which made people feel chills all over his body.

Mr. Li unconsciously took a deep breath, picked up a ball without saying a word, squatted down his round body, and gently placed it on the tee, "Mr. He, about our Juhua..."

Before the words hit the ground, He Zhijin casually swung the club, and the ball that Zong Li had just placed on the tee was knocked down to the ground and rolled down the arc of the lawn.

Mr. Li was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, He Zhijin looked down at him, with a straight nose and thin lips, half of his cheeks were in the shadows, making him look very indifferent.

"Come again."

Mr. Li's scalp was numb, and he picked up a brand new golf ball and put it on the tee. Just like last time, He Zhijin swung it out without a trace.

After repeated several times, the dull President Li realized that he had offended He Zhijin so much that he humiliated and mocked him like this. He was so blessed that he remembered the boy in the hotel that day, "Mr. He, I understand, you belong to Su Qiao." ...ah... my hand..."

He Zhijin swung the club violently, and the expensive metal forging ball hit Mr. Li's hand, making a crisp sound of bone cracking. Mr. Li covered his hands and let out a series of tragic cries of pain.

He Zhijin handed the cue to Director Jin, took the wet wipe, wiped his hands slowly, with a little gentleman's apology and extreme elegance, "Sorry, I'm not in a good state today, I didn't see it right."

He took a few steps forward, turned around, looked at Mr. Li who was lying on the ground and howling, and said calmly: "Wu Dong's risk assessment team has re-evaluated the project with Juhua based on the current market. It does not meet Wu Dong's cooperation requirements, this is my reason."

He Zhijin paused briefly, thought of something, and asked casually, "Is it this hand?"

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