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Chapter 312
Contrary to Fang Jing's imagination, the bed scene was actually very awkward to shoot, with more than a dozen cameras around and a bunch of people watching outside.

But the director also taught you how to raise your waist and lower your eyebrows.

This scene is an interior scene, a small room with little light. In order to create an atmosphere of night, the director also sealed the windows, and the lights in the room were extremely dark.

"Xiao Linzi, we will be husband and wife starting tomorrow, don't worry, I will seek revenge with Yu Canghai with you after we get married."

"Well! Thank you, Senior Sister!"

At this moment, Lin Pingzhi has mixed emotions, his mind is early in confusion, he is very powerful in killing his father and enemies, and he may not be able to defeat him in his lifetime with his martial arts.

Originally, he wanted to borrow the power of the Huashan faction, but a few days ago he found out that what his master was after was also their Lin family's evil sword manual, and he got it.

Now he has no use value.

"We're getting married tomorrow, aren't you happy?"

Sensing that Lin Pingzhi's tone was a little light, Yue Linshan looked sideways slightly.

"No, I'm happy!"

"Ok!"

Feeling something tickling behind him, Li Yitong hummed inaudibly, his heart beating faster.

Of course she wouldn't naively think that it was a lighter.

But she didn't blame Fang Jing, the two lived upstairs and were very close to each other. It's normal to have physiological reactions when filming this kind of scene. Fortunately, they were covered by a quilt, so people outside couldn't see it.

"Sister, I..."

Fang Jing's face showed embarrassment, he was really embarrassed, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, scolded Lu Yang bloody in his heart, if he was filming, he was filming, why did he still hug him?

Hug it, just hug it, it won't end soon.

For no reason, Lu Yang took the blame.

"What's wrong? Are you worried?"

Li Yitong turned his head, his face flushed.

Taking advantage of others not paying attention, Li Yitong's willow waist trembled slightly, making a little teasing.

At this moment, if Fang Jing doesn't feel the slightest, he is no longer a man.

Although he still felt something was wrong in his heart, the moment Li Yitong moved slightly, it was almost difficult for him to control.

Is this woman the devil?
The people outside didn't know what was going on, they saw one with a shy face and one with a familiar look dodging and flustered, and applauded their acting skills.

Now Lin Pingzhi was torn in his heart, he had already made up his mind to practice the evil sword manual, and felt a little sorry for Yue Linshan.

But hatred blinded his eyes, and he had to avenge his bloody revenge.

Frowning slightly, Fang Jing's heart beat faster, he just hoped that the shooting would end quickly.

Who can stand this?
He is not Liu Xiahui. Thousands of years ago, Liu Xiahui hugged a girl in the cold wind at night, shivering from the cold, and even the big thoughts were blown away by the ice and snow.

It's different now!The beauty is in my arms, the breeze is just right, and the sun is not dry.

"Senior Sister..." Fang Jing's voice was filled with guilt.

Li Yitong turned around and leaned on his shoulder, caressing his face and said sweetly: "Xiao Linzi, we will be husband and wife tomorrow, you still call me senior sister?"

……

In Shanghai, at night, Fang Jing, who couldn't sleep, got up in his slippers and went to the study, and turned on his laptop.

He has come back from Mount Hua, and he will attend an event tomorrow.

The matter with Li Yitong was tacitly shared by both of them and they did not mention it again.

He didn't dare to look at Li Yitong afterwards, but she was calm, as if nothing had happened, and she was still smiling.

This made Fang Jing very hurt. If the other party threw another 500 yuan, the scene would be unimaginable.

"Boss, can you add a little more words to this instinct? Guo Jing can fight so many moves with Huang Yaoshi in martial arts, is it going to end later?"

In the book review section of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, some careful readers noticed that the Condor Shooting is coming to an end, but it is only about 80 words now!

In the era of online articles with millions of words at every turn, Fang Jing's complete word count is really the conscience of the industry.

After logging into the author account, Fang Jing replied to the readers: "What is my book? I'm a newbie. This is the first book. I haven't thought about lengthening it. Just finish the story."

After clicking on the backstage, looking at the remaining ten chapters of manuscripts, Fang Jing sent out two chapters.

Then continue typing.

Now start to save a chapter every day, and it will be finished almost at the end of the month. Readers can see the final testimonials in mid-August.

"Hey, I'm already level five!"

Half an hour later, Fang Jing, who finished writing a chapter, went back to the page and found that his writer level in the upper right corner was level five.

A fifth-level author, which means that his annual income from manuscript fees has reached more than 15.

This vest was issued by Fang Hui's ID card, and the reserved phone number and bank card account number are naturally Fang Hui's. He has not known the status of the payment of the manuscript fee until now.

Occasionally, I forgot to mention that I was giving Fang Hui pocket money when I called my family.

For Fang Jing, who had a deposit of more than [-] million yuan, the monthly manuscript fee of tens of thousands of yuan was really not interesting.

……

In the morning, in Rongcheng thousands of miles away, Fang Hui got up early, and she wanted to work in a restaurant later.

She graduated from junior high school in June and planned to work part-time to earn some money before school starts in September. She has been working for a month now.

In the past, Fang Jing would still give her pocket money, but for some reason in the past six months, she didn't give her a cent, and she didn't dare to ask.

Fang Jing is under a lot of pressure at work, and he rarely sees him on TV this year. Fang Hui suspects that his brother may lose his job.

In the last singer show, he sang one song a week, and he was given 2 yuan for his support!How much is left over for air tickets and food and accommodation?

Moreover, the foundation has a lot of expenses, and many poor people who don't have enough to eat like her before also need help.

"A little sister who is as beautiful as me can make money with her own hands!" Looking at the 1.6-meter-tall beautiful girl with a single ponytail in the mirror, Fang Hui encouraged herself.

Taking off Fang Jing's white loose shirt, Fang Hui changed into her own clothes.

At home, she secretly wears Fang Jing's clothes, not to mention, they look good, but they are a bit too big, so they can only be worn as pajamas and home clothes.

If Fang Jing knew that he had made a tailor-made shirt, Fang Hui would probably vomit blood if Fang Hui used six or seven thousand shirts as pajamas.

"Godmother, I'm going out!"

At 07:30, Fang Hui was wearing a small bag, a pair of light white jeans, and white sneakers in the yard, ready to go out.

"Come back at noon and bring me food!" Upstairs, Xu Li opened the window and yelled, and then threw down a small ball.

"understood!"

Fang Hui picked it up skillfully, and opened it to find 15 yuan, ten yuan for a piece, and five yuan for a piece.

Seeing her leaving downstairs, Xu Li chuckled. This girl thought that Fang Jing had no money, so she became self-reliant. The day before yesterday she said that she would send Fang Jing five hundred as a salary.

Walking on the street at a brisk pace, when passing the cash machine, Fang Hui remembered that this month's salary seemed to be paid yesterday.

The place where she works mainly deals in breakfast, and she comes back at noon, so she doesn't have to go in the afternoon.

The boss was busy yesterday, so he didn't know if he had put the money into the card.

Taking out the bank card from the bag, Fang Hui approached the ATM and entered the password.

"One hundred million..."

Looking at the balance of hundreds of thousands, Fang Hui was dazed and panicked.

(End of this chapter)