Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

297 Chapter 2 Tired to Little Zombies ([-])
Cheng Siqi naturally understood what the instructor meant, and nodded sullenly at him.

"Don't be nervous. I mainly think about the essentials of the movements. If you don't think about it for a while, you will forget it." The MV director who was watching her also picked up the loudspeaker and said.

"Come on! You can do it." Holding the water bottle, Su Jin also yelled at her.

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back!" Cheng Siqi looked at his satisfied face, choked up speechless, and muttered something.

"Get ready!" the director shouted, and her expression suddenly became tense.

"Running movements," the instructor shouted to her with a loudspeaker, "yes, bigger range, jump, flip, turn around again, lip-sync, head-shaking lip-sync, the third paragraph..."

"Jump up, hook your feet back, pay attention to your smile, be bright and happy!"

"Yes, front flip, head shake, lip sync!"

"Very good, a little faster, pay attention to the sense of rhythm!"

"Let go of your running movements!"

"Step bigger, jump, yes, pay attention to the camera."

The instructor's voice fell next to her ear, and Cheng Siqi felt dizzy and nauseous. She was sweating, and her vision gradually blurred. I don't know how long it took. She was put down and raised several times in the middle. She nodded and drank water completely by instinct.

At the end, approach the robot and follow the instructor's voice to complete the movements as much as possible.

"OK!" Suddenly there was a voice in her ear that sounded like heavenly sounds. She let out a long breath, her hands and feet dropped directly, tired and paralyzed, covered in sweat.

Song Wang entered the studio and saw exactly this picture.

His precious little zombie was suspended in the air by the wire rope, and his two arms suddenly dropped, dangling in the air.

Damn it!
Song Wang was so distressed, he stared at the boss, looked at the middle-aged man with a trumpet beside him, he didn't know if it was the director, and said sternly: "Put it down, put it down, put it down quickly!"

"Oh my god!" The instructor was frightened to death by him, and jumped up with the horn, and when he turned around, he saw the man with a livid face and gnashing his teeth.

"Song, Mr. Song!" The instructor called subconsciously, and said bluntly, "The filming is over!"

"Hanging all afternoon?" Song Wang was taller than him, stood a step away and looked down, talking condescendingly, with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he wanted to crush him.

"Here." The instructor stepped back holding the trumpet, "Sooner or later, we have to shoot, Siqi performed very well."

Is it good?
Damn, I'm tired like a little zombie!
This is to feel sorry for whoever died.

Song Wang gave him a hard look, and strode towards Cheng Siqi who was put down. Seeing her standing there in a daze, letting the staff help her to untie her, her heart ached so much that she held her hand with one hand. He held her arm and said softly, "how do you feel, baby?"

"It's okay." Cheng Siqi's face was sweaty, and she stretched out her hand to brush her hair, looked at her and smiled.

LOL!
Song Wang didn't know what to do with her. Seeing the staff unload the things, he hurriedly stepped over to support her.

Cheng Siqi was hung up and down until her legs became limp. She leaned against his arms and didn't bother to move. She raised her head and said, "Why are you here?"

"I'll pick you up." Song Wang hugged her horizontally, "It's already seven o'clock. You asked me how to get here."

"It's already seven o'clock?" Cheng Siqi was stunned and yawned.

"Are you exhausted?" Song Wang lowered his head and rubbed against her forehead, "I'm sorry. Do you want to love me to death?"

"Put me down." Cheng Siqi suddenly remembered that the two of them were still in the shed, and said something hastily.

"Don't let go." Song Wangrong said something, with a livid face, he hugged her and walked out.

"I have to say hello to the director." Cheng Siqi couldn't laugh or cry, being hugged by him, she felt soft-hearted and messed up, and discussed in a small voice.

"No, no, no." The director had already come over, and stood beside him, waving his hands and smiling, "The filming is over today, let's go back."

Uh……

Cheng Siqi looked at Song Wang helplessly, and said, "Then I have to go to the lounge to change, and the phone is also in the lounge."

Song Wang paused, looked down at her, and said in a stiff voice, "I'll carry you there."

So-

While everyone was watching, he carried Cheng Siqi to the rest room, got his things, and then carried him out of the rest room, all the way to the parking lot.

Zhao Qing didn't come, he held Cheng Siqi in his arms, leaned on the car with one leg bent, opened the door, and carefully put her into the co-pilot.

"There's nothing I can do about you." Song Wang glared at her and said, fastened her seat belt, closed the car door, walked around to the driver's seat, and started the car.

"It's not as exaggerated as you think, mainly because it's my first time and I'm not used to it." Cheng Siqi looked at his depressed face and coaxed him with a smile.

"It doesn't necessarily have to suffer." Song Wang glanced at her, still extremely depressed, "Do you know what you look like when I saw you just now?"

"Robot?" Cheng Siqi raised her eyebrows and asked.

Song Wang hummed twice, but did not speak.

"How about marionettes?" Cheng Siqi deliberately teased him, and asked again with a smile.

"Zombie." Two words popped out of Song Wangbo's lips, and then he said, "I see you hanging there, it's just a zombie, that's it."

Uh……

Cheng Siqi bit her lip and looked at him, speechless for a while.

Song Wang glanced at her, turned a corner and left the film and television city, his eyes fell on her lap, and asked again: "Does it hurt?"

"Huh?" Cheng Siqi said.

"Does your leg hurt?" Song Wangnu pouted.

"A little bit." Cheng Siqi smiled again, and said in a small voice.

"A little?" Song Wang held the steering wheel with one hand, and while speaking, reached out with the other hand, touched the root of her thigh through the shorts, and rubbed it lightly.

"Hmm." Cheng Siqi was caught off guard and frowned in pain.

(End of this chapter)