After the divorce, the wife's vest became popular all over the world

Chapter 25 Don't mess with me
Fei Ming had just fired at the props group, and when he turned around, he met Wen Anran who was still wearing normal clothes, and the anger in his heart rose again.

"Wen Anran! What are you doing standing there? The end result is that you and Wen Shuyu will play against each other. If you don't go to the makeup artist, are you going to play in this outfit later?"

Fei Ming's voice was loud and clear. Wen Anran shuddered and immediately came to his senses.

She bit her lower lip, tears slowly filling her eyes.

"Okay Director Fei, I understand, I'll go right away."

Fei Ming shook his head in disgust, and his expression softened when he saw Wen Shuyu coming side by side with Jin Sinian.

"It's better that you keep up the good work and make people feel at ease."

Wen Anran's footsteps paused for a moment, and then he headed towards the dressing room even faster.

Wen Shuyu just smiled and accepted the compliment generously, but added another one.

"Isn't that thanks to Mr. Fei's suggestion? In the scene you told me about yesterday, there is a place that I think would be better if I changed it. Mr. Fei can take a look?"

When Wen Anran changed her clothes and came out, she immediately saw the men and women surrounding Fei Ming.

The two stood one behind the other. Wen Shuyu tilted his head slightly, pointing his finger on the script and talking to Fei Ming, while Jin Sinian looked at her quietly, with a hint of smile on his lips. .

Because of the height difference, Jin Sinian's figure can completely cover Wen Shuyu.Although there is some distance between the two, there is an atmosphere that does not allow others to interfere.

Anyone who sees it can't help but sigh that the two of them are a perfect match.

Wen Anran gritted her teeth, lifted up her skirt and strode over, then pretended to be casual and squeezed Wen Shuyu away.

"Director Fei, I'm ready. When should we start?"

Wen Shuyu felt amused watching Wen Anran speak to Director Fei with a sweet and gentle voice between his throats.

It is clear that the drunkard's intention is not wine, but Jin Sinian's goal.

Wen Shuyu raised his eyes to look at Jin Sinian, only to see that he had taken a few steps back and distanced himself from Wen Anran.

The two looked at each other, and Wen Shuyu couldn't help but curl his red lips.

Fei Ming and Wen Shuyu were suddenly interrupted in the middle of their performance. They were a little dissatisfied, but they didn't say anything and just waved their hands for the prop team to prepare.

The camera started working again. Fei Ming confirmed the position of the camera and said loudly: "Get ready, field management, come on, let's start!"

The filming begins.

Two tears fell down Wen Anran's cold white face. She looked at Wen Shuyu in front of her, her eyes full of unwillingness and resentment.

Suddenly, she picked up the teacup at hand, raised her hand and poured the herbal tea inside into Wen Shuyu's face.

"Why are you watching with cold eyes! You obviously have the ability to help us, but you just watch our family suffer this man-made disaster. Do you have any intention?"

Faced with such accusations and embarrassment, Wen Shuyu's eyes were extremely calm, and he just brushed the Snow-Flowing Sword in his hand with his hand.

The two sides suddenly fell into a stalemate of silence, and the atmosphere gradually became depressing.

Wen Anran looked at Wen Shuyu, who seemed to be aloof, and suddenly felt empathy with the character at this moment.

Why are you looking at me like that?You were just a piece of trash that I stepped on, how could you possibly stand up for yourself?

The anger in her heart prompted her to suddenly take a step forward. This step not only blocked Wen Shuyu's figure in the camera, but she even reached out and pushed Wen Shuyu directly.

The original script did include a scene where Wen Anran took action, but not at this time.

Wen Shuyu frowned. Seeing Wen Anran's provocative eyebrow raising, he glanced at Fei Ming who was frowning behind the lens from the corner of his eye.

"Stop, stop, stop, Wen Anran, you're wrong in this part. That's not what's written in the script. What's wrong with you?"

Wen Anran was out of sorts for a second. She grabbed her skirt uneasily and her body trembled slightly, as if she was frightened.

"I'm sorry, Director Fei, I was too nervous just now and misremembered the plot. Let's do it again. I will shoot it well this time!"

She admitted her mistake very quickly, and her attitude when apologizing to Wen Shuyu was also very sincere, and there was no trace of any discord between her and her.

Fei Ming waved his hand and did not start directly, but looked at Wen Shuyu with concern.

"Wenman, can you do it?"

Wen Shuyu wiped off the tea with the towel Jin Sinian handed over, closed his eyes and asked the makeup artist to touch up his makeup, and responded after hearing the words.

"No problem, Mr. Fei, let's have another one."

Wen Anran's tricks were so clumsy that she didn't even bother to argue with her.

But there was a hint of chill in Jin Sinian's eyes.

He glanced at Wen Anran and spoke calmly.

"I hope Miss Wen can get through it this time without wasting everyone's time."

Wen Anran responded quickly, but when he turned his back, a light flashed in his eyes.

How could she miss this opportunity to torment Wen Shuyu?

Before the filming started, Wen Shuyu inadvertently raised his eyes and met Wen Anran's eyes. Seeing the eagerness in her eyes, a bad premonition surged in his heart.

Sure enough, it was just as Wen Shuyu predicted.

In the next few posts, although Wen Anran no longer steals the spotlight, she can always find various NG methods after pouring Wen Shuyu's tea.

Wen Shuyu endured it again and again, until at the beginning of the eighth shooting, she saw from the corner of her eye that the water in the tea cup seemed to be steaming, and her face immediately turned cold.

She was too lazy to argue with Wen Anran, but it didn't mean that she was afraid of Wen Anran.

Now that Wen Anran has become more aggressive, there is no need for her to be merciful anymore.

Fei Ming didn't notice the undercurrent between the two of them, and only signaled that the business started.

After the slate was taken, Wen Shuyu quickly entered the state just like the previous few games.

Only this time, when Wen Anran picked up the tea cup, Wen Shuyu unexpectedly took a step back.

Hot tea was poured on the ground, and Wen Anran was stunned for a moment. Before he could realize why Wen Shuyu changed his movements, the snow-white sword had already left his body with a clang.

The cold sword edge was placed on Wen Anran's neck, and the blood all over her body went cold.

She was still holding on to the empty teacup and staring blankly at the woman in front of her.

The ends of Wen Shuyu's eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a little cold light in her pupils, as if they were covered with a layer of ice. The bright color between her eyebrows could not cover up the coldness that permeated her body.

Her red lips were slightly parted and her tone was calm.

"Does it mean that if I don't speak, you just think that I have a soft temper and can be rounded and flattened by others?"

This line was also different from the script, but Wen Anran didn't notice it, because she was already frightened by the sword on her neck, and couldn't say a word at all.

Looking at Wen Anran, whose face was pale, Wen Shuyu twitched the corner of his mouth, with a mocking smile, and pressed his sword towards the side of Wen Anran's neck.

"It's true that I have the ability, but why should I help my enemy? Who do you think you are, to accuse me in such a condescending manner? Are you worthy of it?"

"For all the grievances back then, you should burn incense and thank me now that I haven't taken revenge. How can you have the courage to challenge me in person?"

Wen Shuyu sheathed his sword, raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of disdain.

"If you still want to die, don't mess with me."

(End of this chapter)