Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

"Director Lin, everything is ready. Can you clear the venue?"

Lin Huai gritted his teeth in the end and turned to look at Xia Mingxiu, "President Xia, you see, since Yuan Yao has agreed to act, it is reasonable to ask for clearance at this time..."

Xia Mingxiu sneered, "Of course, it makes sense."

After speaking, he glanced at Yuan Yao deeply, turned around, and walked away.

Liang Luo smiled contemptuously at Yuan Yao, followed Xia Mingxiu and left quickly, for fear that some disgusting scene would dirty her eyes.

The door of the villa was closed, and everyone was relieved.

Yuan Yao also softened, and threw Durex in her hand to the ground like a hot potato.

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed, but everyone had no thoughts.

The same is true for Lin Huai. No matter what he does, he needs his emotions in place. He has no years of wanting to be filming now.

Seeing how far Yuan Yao has thrown the Durex box in her hand, Lin Huai can also see that she is not a person "dedicated to art" as she just said.

Looking at the dark weather outside, he sighed and threw the notebook on the stool in front of him.

"Let’s stop here today! Remember, I can’t tell me a word about this matter today, but if I hear anything about it, everyone on this crew, I’m the fuck!"

Everyone was silent.

Yuan Yao exhaled, then leaned against the wall and gave a wry smile.

In her life, why didn't she have a good thing.

She didn’t even bother to count the roles she had been robbed of before. In the end, she got an excellent script by means, but she was changed beyond recognition. She changed it, but in the end, she had to be her former gold master. The boss makes a trip.

Is it because she has a bad temper, or is her life bad?

It's amazing!

It seems that she may really not be suitable for survival in the entertainment industry.

The crew of the crew was busy cleaning up the machine, Wen Muyan looked down at her and said in a low voice:

"Xia Mingxiu is notoriously non-female. Perhaps this rumor is not true."

Yuan Yao looked up at him, smiled, and shrugged, "Who knows?"

Wen Muyan's extremely dark eyes glanced at Yuan Yao deeply and turned to leave.

The equipment of the crew was sorted out. Yuan Yao went to change clothes, but she couldn't find assistant Bai Ping on the left and right. She simply went upstairs to change clothes. A bedroom in the villa was used as a dressing room for the actors. When she went upstairs, it happened. Bai Ping got into Liangluo's super atmospheric white nanny car under the street light downstairs.

He snorted, walked into the bathroom, took off the makeup from her face, looked at the slightly pale face in the mirror, her look was so ugly that she could not accept it.

She forced herself to laugh, and it turned out to be uglier than crying. She reached out her hand and touched her neck, her eyes flashed, hesitated, and lifted her foot into the bathroom.

She rubbed every inch of her skin vigorously, especially the lips, neck, and shoulders that were kissed by Wen Muyan.

A soreness in my heart suddenly rushed to my nose, and his eyes instantly reddened.

"What are you doing, Yuan Yao, it's all sold out, what are you hypocritical here?!"

Yuan Yao cursed herself, her voice low, with a little vibrato.

But despite this, she stayed in the bathroom for more than forty minutes before she came out.

There was no sound in the entire villa, and it seemed that everyone had already gone.

She didn't want to leave, but the villa was rented, and the director said that she could not stay here, and could only take the bag out of the villa.