A few days later, song Qinbei had gone back because of his work, but the two children didn't want to go back, so Tang Xin let them stay.

That day, Tang Xin was playing games with her two children when Xiao Ju suddenly came in. "Sister Tang Xin, the crew sent a message to ask you to come over and say that you need to take a set of make-up photos."

"Well, I'll go down after I clean up. You can arrange it."

"Good."

Two small milk bags, who were playing games, immediately ran to Tang Xin's legs and looked up at her with big watery eyes: "Mom, we also want to go there, OK?"

Staring at by two equally cute and handsome faces, Tang Xin is so soft that he can't refuse them.

"OK, let's go there together."

When he came to the crew, director John was already busy. Seeing Tang Xin, he just took time out of his busy schedule to show her a direction - "go there, someone will shoot for you."

This time, her role is a woman warrior in a different world, with excellent skills and special functions, so the performer needs a lot of imagination, and the rest is left to the later stage.

It's the first time that Tang Xin has come into contact with this kind of thing. It's all based on imagination from beginning to end, and it's a little uncomfortable at the beginning.

"What's the matter! Is this the man chosen by director John! I have said for a long time that Chinese people are not suitable for our movies. They don't know art at all

The photographer who took the movie to Tang make complaints about it after ng.

Tang Xin frowns slightly. It's normal for her, and she hasn't grasped the feeling yet, but this man says

"Come on, a second time!"

But the second time, Tang Xin had performed very well. Even the lighting engineer nearby had put away his things and thought it was ok, but the photographer was still dissatisfied and even more angry.

"If you don't shoot, go back to your country. Our time here is not wasted like this. It's a waste of yellow pig!"

Tang Xin's face suddenly cold down, her Weiya fell down, three or two steps to the man's front, eyes cold stare at him - "you say it again!"

The two babies who were looking at the back rushed over when they heard the words just now.

Men see them three people, a woman, two little kids, the corner of the mouth ironic smile is more presumptuous.

He looked up with disdain and looked at people with his nostrils: "what if I say it again! You, and you, yellow pigs, are even more stupid than pigs. They don't know how to make movies. Go back to your country

If he only scolded himself, maybe Tang Xin could bear it, but just now he also scolded his two children.

Tang Xin just felt the anger came up. He was just about to open his mouth, but there were two small figures in front of him.

Xiaobao's cute and handsome face has now become as cold and indifferent as qian'er's. The two little milk bags incarnate two icebergs, which is quite like the Northern Song Dynasty.

Xiao Bao stares at the photographer and blurts out in fluent English: "you can look down on a person, but you don't deserve to look down on a country, a race, a person!"

"We are much better than you. When we had history, you didn't know where it was."

When the photographer was so angry that he was taught by a child pointing his nose, he raised his hand and wanted to slap it down.

Tang Xin's quick eyes and quick hands seized him and pushed him behind.

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