Hey, I'm Leaving Again

At this time, Mo Qianxing strode over and grabbed song Ran's arm, as if he wanted to pull her away.

Song ran was stunned. Obviously, she didn't react.

Silently looking at Mo Qian's punishment, he bit his lips hard, as if her lips had something evil with himself.

Ji ran saw that Mo Qianxing was about to pull song ran away and cut off his feet. For a moment, he didn't care about his image.

"Mo Qianxing, so many people are watching here. Are you sure you want to pull her back like this and openly announce that you are going through the back door?"

Mo Qianxing stopped his steps and looked back at Ji ran. His eyes were very cold. Ji ran shook his hand. For a moment, he regretted his recklessness.

"I..."

"Director Wang just said to have a rest this afternoon."

Silently shook his hand and didn't speak.

"If the young lady has anything else to do, please ask director Wang yourself."

What else can I say now.

With a cold face and holding song Ran's arm, Mo Qianxing returns to the hotel room. Mo Qianxing throws song ran onto the sofa and says it's dumping. In fact, it doesn't use much force.

Song ran wrung her eyebrows and could see that she was dissatisfied with Mo Qian's punishment.

Mo Qian suddenly smiled.

"Song ran, why did you lose your temper in the face of solitude just now? Huh?"

The last word "um", Mo Qianxing's tone is really cold to the extreme. Song Ran is also a person with a temper after all. She sipped her lips, and then opened her mouth with a slightly stubborn taste.

"It's none of your business."

Mo Qian's punishment is really going to be laughed at.

Song ran gets up and is ready to leave. Mo Qianxing frowns and holds song Ran's arm.

"Where are you going?"

Song ran pursed her lips.

"It's none of your business."

"Don't worry about me? Well, you're so backbone now. Why did you just let others bully you?"

Song ran listens to Mo Qianxing's words. Of course, she knows that what Mo Qianxing says is true. However, song Ran has her own temper. She already feels very wronged. Now Mo Qianxing still talks like this. Song ran only feels that her heart is wronged.

"I don't want you to care."

"Leave it alone."

Song Ran's words were more and more determined and stubborn. When Mo Qianxing wanted to say more, he suddenly felt a little water stain on his hand. He was stunned, and found that song Ran's voice was more and more choking.

"You..."

"I don't want you to care."

Song ran said it again, and then turned around to leave. Mo Qianxing lost his temper because of her tears.

"Where are you going?"

"Leave it alone."

It seems that song ran can only say such a sentence now.

Mo Qianxing twisted his forehead impatiently, and then pressed song ran on the sofa.

"Wait here."

Song ran doesn't know what happened to Mo Qian's punishment, but after she was pressed on the sofa by Mo Qian's punishment, she felt that her grievances seemed to gush out. The whole person's grievances were not good, and her tears kept falling down like broken beads.

Mo Qianxing soon came back from the house. He looked at Song Ran's shrugged shoulders from behind. He felt helpless again and again. He handed over the paper in his hand. Song ran sobbed his nose. The whole person was wronged.

Mo Qian Xing sighed helplessly, touched her head, and handed over the things in her hand.

Song Ran's eyes were full of tears. For a moment, she couldn't see clearly. She sobbed.

"What is this?"

Mo Qianxing touched her head. He really felt that he had not been so helpless in his life. All his helplessness and patience gave her a person.

"Script, audition with you."

Song ran pursed her lips and raised her head. The makeup on her face had been spent, and crystal tears were still hanging on her nose.

"Why..."

Mo Qianxing touched her head and unconsciously relaxed his tone.

"If you don't audition now, I'll go."

Song Ran's small eyes are very confused. There are bright tears in his eyes, just like a very sad look.

Mo Qian was helpless.

"Would you like some water?"

"Why? You're not convinced? If you're not convinced, you can only suffer like this until you're expelled from the company."

Mo Qian was stunned for a moment before he realized that song ran was talking about her lines, but song ran itself felt a little soft and cute. In addition, there were still crystal tears in her eyes. The whole person looked more and more wronged and lovely. People couldn't help but want to hold her arms and bully her.

But her lines were still so bad. Mo Qian was helpless and almost laughed.

"Very good. Again, be vicious. Imagine that I'm the one you hate."

Song ran looks at Mo Qianxing and sucks his nose. Mo Qianxing is helpless. She touches her head and wipes her nose.

"Let's go."

After that, the two people in the hotel room have been repeating the same process.

Song ran knows her own problems. Mo Qianxing can let song ran not play this play now and change a play suitable for song ran. However, Mo Qianxing understands song Ran's personality. If song Ran is not allowed to play this play now, song Ran is afraid that she will be more sad than now.

Outside the hotel, on the set, she quietly held her hand. In her mind, she kept remembering that Mo Qianxing left without looking back while holding song Ran's arm. The newly made nails were deeply embedded in her hands. The atmosphere on the whole person looked very terrible.

At this time, Jiang Ping'an happened to come down from the set, and the people and the director praised her, not only because Jiang Ping'an played well, but also some flattery. After all, Jiang Ping'an's family background is as good as Mo Qian's punishment.

Ji ran watched Jiang Ping'an come over. She hooked the corner of her mouth and handed a glass of water.

"Is Miss Jiang tired?"

Jiang Ping'an lowered her eyes, as if she didn't want to talk to her.

It's a pity that Ji ran can't see what Jiang Ping'an means.

"Also, people with acting skills and good-looking people need to work hard. On the contrary, some people can't make vases and have no acting skills. I really don't know how to get into this crew."

Jiang Ping'an had heard about it when it happened here just now. Now he looks like a complainant, and his face is a little unhappy.