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Fengsheng or that pair of cold eyes glared at Hua Yifei: "pro..."

"The intimate play also uses the double to shoot!" Hua Yifei, who had just said a word and knew what he wanted to say, did not wait for him to finish.

Feng Sheng looked at Hua Yifei a few more times, and the director was still on the way.

"Wait a minute." Luo Yangyang's big eyes turned left and right, and finally spoke.

As soon as she spoke, Feng Sheng and Hua Yifei looked at her at the same time.

"So you've decided to let me film?" Luo Yangyang each looked at them, the final question to the canonization, "I really don't want to shoot."

Although she has never set foot in the performing arts circle, she knows that this circle is very complicated. If it is too complicated, it may break into pieces if she is not careful.

So, she thought about it when she chose the writing major.

Write the script quietly, and do your part in the professional field of screenwriter.

As for the rest, she doesn't want to dabble too much.

"To change the costume." Feng Sheng loosed Luo Yangyang's hand and ignored her question.

"I..." Luo Yangyang's small eyebrows are about to wrinkle into mountains and rivers.

"Go." Feng Sheng grasped Luo Yang Yang's thin shoulder and turned to face the tent in the dressing room.

Looking at the tent, Luo Yangyang was very dissatisfied with his mouth.

What? She was pushed to the camera, but she didn't even have a chance to express her opinion?

Hua Yifei just watched helplessly, Luo Yangyang intuitively walked into the tent.

Luo Yangyang, will you listen too much to the words of canonization?

Hua Yifei didn't know that he was too dictatorial and obedient was the lesson Luo Yangyang got from his blood and tears.

Feng Sheng and Hua Yifei, an investor and a director, have a cooperative relationship, but their conversation has always revolved around Luoyang central bank.

Fengsheng doesn't care whether the film is well made or not and whether it can make money.

Hua Yifei doesn't care about the sudden withdrawal of capital.

As soon as Luo Yangyang left, the two men were silent, and none of them spoke.

Being a saint is not familiar with Hua Yifei. There is nothing to say.

Hua Yifei is to achieve the goal, Fengsheng nods to agree with Luo Yangyang to film, and he doesn't care about other things.

In addition to the sound of mountain wind blowing branches and leaves, the whole scene was silent.

The attention of the staff is focused on Fengsheng and Hua Yifei. If they don't speak, the others will be more difficult to talk and make a noise.

Cattle match also want to find a chance to show themselves.

Just as she was racking her brains how to naturally let the canonization look at her, Luo Yangyang, who changed her clothes, walked out of the tent.

In the cold mountain wind, Luo Yangyang is wearing an ordinary black coat with long hair on his shoulders. His temperament is pure and gentle.

Without running water, the makeup on Luo Yangyang's face has not been washed off.

Delicate make-up under the small face powder powder a piece of tender, a pair of smart big eyes crystal bright.

At first glance, it looks like a little girl who comes out of the cartoon and is not familiar with the world. It seems that anyone can abduct a sugar.

Feng Sheng just looked at her, her throat suddenly tightened, and her sexy Adam's knot rolled up and down.

Damn it.

The first time he saw a little thing make-up, he was damned good-looking.

It's better than when you're in costume.

He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have let the little thing film on the spur of the moment.

Hua Yifei's lazy eyes were stunned for a moment. Before he had time to take a closer look, he saw that Fengsheng stepped forward and took luoyangyang without saying a word.

"Wait!" Hua Yifei suddenly called on the two people who were going to leave, "they said that they would film."

"It's a holiday today. We'll start shooting tomorrow." He will not return to the throne.

“……” Investors a wayward, Hua Yifei was so put off, the entire crew will waste a day of spending.

Luo Yangyang was crammed into the back seat, and Feng Sheng followed in.

"Bang!" The door had to close so loud that it seemed to contain anger.

Luo Yang Yang eyebrow heart move, weak look to the saint, just see he is staring at her coldly.

She a counsels, shriveled small mouth sajiao way: "don't be angry."

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