Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 221 "Did you have a bad stomach and pulled your brain out when you had diarrhea?"

Nan Song: "."

She turned her head and glanced at Director Lan who was sitting behind the monitor.

Lan Zhengfeng was staring at the monitor screen, frowning like something, with an expression of being very confused and wanting to jump into the river immediately.

Nan Song silently expressed his sympathy for Lan Dao in his heart, and then continued to watch the play.

Finally, after Song Qianying shot No. 16 times in that scene, everyone finally heard Director Lan shout "It's ok".

Not only Song Qianying herself, but the entire crew present secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But Nan Song heard very clearly that Director Lan's three words "It's ok" were weak when he uttered them, and it was obvious that he agreed very reluctantly.

Alas, it's not easy being a director these days.

Because of some personal matters, Song Qianying joined the team a little later than the others, so after the normal shooting process these days, the director team will make up some of the shots she left behind.

The progress of the filming was rushed, and because of the fact that this person's acting skills were not very good, Nan Song had one feeling overall - very stretched hips.

But she has never been a good teacher, and she didn't know Song Qianying at all before, so apart from watching plays, she didn't put too much energy on this person.

But Song Qianying couldn't stand it, and unexpectedly danced in front of her very ignorantly.

After dinner that day, Nan Song was resting in the dressing room when he heard the door behind him being opened.

Nan Song glanced up, saw the person in the mirror, raised his eyelids and only spit out two words.

"Is something wrong?"

No matter in any field, there will be people with poor professional ability. It’s okay to have poor professional ability, but Nan Song has always been a little uncomfortable with people who know that they are not capable enough but don’t know how to work hard.

She will not take the initiative to belittle the other party, but she will not show much intimacy.

Song Qianying smiled sweetly: "It's nothing, I just want to chat with Sister Songsong."

There is a saying that goes well, never hit a smiling face with your hand.

Nan Song was originally unwilling to talk to you, but he smiled at you sweetly and offered to show his kindness. If you don't give some sincere reaction, it seems that you are not a human being.

The original "don't get close to strangers" expression on Nan Song's face eased a bit, turned the chair under him to look at Song Qianying and said, "Well, then what do you want to talk to me about?"

Song Qianying didn't sit down either, she stood beside a chair and looked at Nan Song with a smile.

"Sister Songsong, ah, by the way—do you mind if I call you sister?"

Nan Song raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "What's so strange?"

After thinking about it, I added: "But of course, if you have to call me Sister Song, you can just call me Sister Song. I'm not used to repeating words."

The Min Dong I met before was like this, and now there is another Song Qianying, do young people nowadays like to use reduplicative words to address others so much? ? ?
It's okay for people who are close, but if someone you don't know calls you that, it will really make you feel a little physically uncomfortable.

A trace of unnaturalness visible to the naked eye flashed across Song Qianying's face, she smiled and said, "Alright, then I will call you Sister Song from now on."

"En." Nan Song responded lightly.

"I thought you would mind if I called you 'sister', because now older women don't like others to call them that. Sister Song is really different from others. You are very generous."

After Song Qianying said these words, the whole dressing room was so quiet that one could even hear a needle drop on the ground.

Nan Song looked at her quietly, the light in her deer eyes was a little deep.

Well, she can see it clearly. I dare to say that this Miss Song is in the style of green tea. It will be easy to handle the style if she understands the style clearly.

"How old is Miss Song?"

"Me? I'm 21, just graduated from university." Song Qianying replied with a sweet smile.

Nan Song looked thoughtful: "Oh, 21 years old, he is indeed several years younger than me, but I think it's okay to be older, but it's not good if the face is too big ,What do you think?"

There is something in Nan Song's words, so I don't worry that the person in front of me can't understand.

Sure enough, Song Qianying was stunned for a moment, and pretended not to understand and asked coquettishly: "I don't understand what Sister Song means."

After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at himself in the mirror, stroked his face and said, "I think my face is quite small. When I auditioned in college, some directors said that I have a slapped face. It's very delicate."

Song Qianying's tone of voice successfully disgusted Nan Song.

But from Song Qianying's first sentence just now, she knew that the rank of this little spicy chicken was not at the same level as her own.

Nan Song turned around slowly on the chair, looking at Song Qianying with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

"Tsk, it's indeed a slap in the face, but I think it's almost meaningless."

"What do you mean by almost?" Song Qianying asked.

"Slap the face, slap the face, you must have been slapped before it can be regarded as a veritable slap face, what do you think?"

Song Qianying was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect Nan Song to speak so bluntly this time, she was usually seen in the crew talking to others in a gentle and elegant way, and she didn't look like someone who would say such harsh words at all.

Why is it like a different person now?

Nan Song looked at Song Qianying's expression that she couldn't spit out the flies after eating them, and sneered.

How dare you dance in front of her with his mother's talent? ? ?I don't know how much stinky green tea I weigh.

"Sister Song, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

It's okay to pretend to be stupid for the first time just now, but you actually pretended to be the second time, thinking that she would spoil her?
Nan Song casually took an eyebrow trimmer from the dressing table and played with it in his hand, with a careless look.

"Sister, don't you understand? Then forgive my sister, do you have a bad stomach, and you pulled your brain out when you went to the toilet? I have said it so bluntly. What are you pretending? You are plastic Can the bag hold it like this?
I didn't know you at all before, and it was a coincidence that we were filming a movie together this time. In the end, you had to find trouble for nothing. I have a bad temper. If you think there is something wrong with me, please tell me. Anyway, I It won't change, so don't hold back your illness. "

Song Qianying's face turned red and then turned white: "."

She stared at Nan Song with wide eyes, with a shocked expression on her face as if she had eaten shit.

Didn't Song Yan'er say that this Nan Song is a high society lady?How could a famous lady say such rude words without shame?
I'm afraid it's not a fake celebrity.

Although she thought so in her heart, Song Qianying dared not say a word due to the oppression of Nan Song's momentum.

　The playwright couple is about to start the hate mode!Take a small notebook and take notes! (dog head)
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