My Sister is the Female Team Leader

After that day, Pei Xian was shooting on the crew separately, not to mention going home, just staying at the crew’s residence.

After shooting for several days, I almost forgot about the time. I didn't remember the day of the week. If he didn't wake up in the morning and was told to go out, he didn't know that there was another show recorded today.

After a long time to meet with the program crew, Pei Xian met with them this time in a dimly lit room inside the TV station.

"what is this?"

He just sat down, and the camera opposite had already started shooting. Park Canrong pd handed a blank piece of paper to Pei Xian and said, "Pei Xian xi, there is a specially edited short film on the computer in front of you. From the first issue At the beginning, part of the screens up to today, this is a gift from the program team, and I hope Pei Xianxi can write the last message to Joyxi on this piece of paper."

message?

This is really like MBC's style, Pei Xian nodded with a slight smile, quietly picked up the pen and started writing on the piece of paper.

Said it was a message to Park Xiurong, in fact, it was written a suggestion from the program group, and then deliberately showed a paragraph in front of the camera.

In the past, Pei Xian disdainfully used these, but now there is no way. People in the program group held up a sign suggesting that Pei Xian should write down the above words, while preparing for the sensational points that were edited later.

Pei Xian raised his head and glanced at the text on the sign, smiled in his heart and still didn't write it all down. In addition, he asked the PD for a piece of paper and wrote one more.

The first one can be given to her during recording, and the other one can be given in private.

The recording in this room only lasted for half an hour. When I went out, I realized that Park Xiurong was not in the TV station at all, but in the apartment where I was married. Just like him, he recorded this message and watched the short video separately.

"Can you run back and forth so hard, isn't it tired?"

Taking the envelope from PD, Pei Xian smiled and teased him, then opened the envelope and looked at it.

The letter he wrote was sent to Park Xiurong by someone from the program team, and she had written it in his own hands.

The content is quite formal, rather like the style of the show crew, not her own. At least, Pei Xian thinks that Park Xiu Rong can't say that kind of euphemism.

I don’t know if the rainy season is ahead. It started to rain outside again. Walking out of the TV station, Pei Xian glanced outside and told the cameraman that he would wait for him on the spot, and then ran into the nearest place under the rain. Of a convenience store.

I bought two umbrellas temporarily and gave one to the cameraman. I didn't care about the rain that was getting heavier outside. I had a lot of things in my mind. I was still thinking about the content of the letter Pu Xiurong had sent to me.

‘There are a lot of regrets, but there are regrets to no avail. I missed a lot of things and did not do. If there is another time, I hope you can say what you want to say in front of me’

I was thinking about something in my mind, the umbrella was not stable, and when I arrived at the destination, I realized that my shoulders were wet.

The door of the apartment opened quickly. The person who opened the door was wearing a loose sweater and black tights. His hair seemed to have been specially groomed, and his face was lightly makeup. It can be seen that she is here today....it should be. I did it in the dormitory myself.

Pei Xian looked at Park Xiurong, smiled, and said, "I haven't seen him for a while, don't come here without problems, do you want to have a meal together?"

It was indeed considered that he hadn't seen each other for a while.

Park Xiurong nodded without hesitation, as if he was afraid that Pei Xian would go back, and walked out without even changing the slippers. "Let's go, I just happen to be hungry."

Before even stepping in, Pei Xian just walked up the stairs, and went downstairs with her together. It was still raining outside, and the two of them were holding the same umbrella, so they inevitably got closer.

Pei Xian raised his eyes and glanced at the umbrella in his hand, silently moved it to Park Xiurong, but was pushed back.

Staying on the spot for a while, he turned his head and saw a folded piece of paper handed to him.

"this is...."

"Thank you letter, the one just now, just write it casually. This is more true and sincere." Pu Xiurong smiled and put the piece of paper into his hand. When turning around, he saw that his left shoulder was soaked with a lot of expression. Subconsciously reaching out to block the rain, the other hand held Pei Xian and walked back, "Don't go out on rainy days, look at your clothes, don't you know if they get wet?"

Hearing this, Pei Xian looked at his shoulder. The clothes were soaked and pressed tightly to the skin, but his attention was never on the clothes. Seeing Pu Xiurong more anxious than himself, he chuckled and said, "It's raining." ,inevitable"

"It's inevitable. The umbrella is too small. Go back quickly. You can also change your clothes. Otherwise, you can easily catch a cold." It is easy to catch a cold as soon as you blow it. Worrying is one thing, and selfishness is also the same.

Today is the last episode of my recording. She doesn't really want to record outside just like that. If only the two of them can get together and relax, she feels better in her heart.

She was already ready to get out of the car. When it was really time, Park Soo-young didn't feel any sadness or reluctance, probably because she thought too much. Besides, they were going to enter the same crew again not long after. Filming.

There are many opportunities to meet, but there is no such a fair reason.

Back to the apartment building, put away the umbrella, Park Xiurong watched that the camera crew had turned off the camera, reached out and turned off both her and Pei Xian's microphones, and asked, "Oba, do you know when to go to the crew? , Directed by Jin Ronghua..."

"In March, he told me that last time." While walking upstairs, Pei Xian looked at the staff of the program group that followed, and asked softly, "Why are you asking this suddenly? I remember the director told you all Come here"

"The director asked me to go to class. Fortunately, Dechun doesn't need to take so many courses like you do, but I still have to learn the language of the nomadic people before, which is so difficult."

When it came to these things, Park Xiurong's face was embarrassed. Yu Guang looked at the clothes on Pei Xian's body and unconsciously speeded up his steps.

"Director Jin Ronghua always finds ways to train the actors" Pei Xian chuckled and comforted her with a few words, "It's also pretty good, learn a language more, the female idol is the only one, and it's great to say it."

Personal skills, multi-language, not only people in our group can speak English, Spanish and Chinese (Sun Shengwan: Hehehehe, I am under a lot of pressure), and now there are others who can speak the Hu language of the Qiang people in ancient times.

The expression on Pu Xiurong's face hesitated. After thinking about it, I thought it was not bad. At least I can show off by participating in the show during the event.

Which female idol~www.readwn.com~No, which idol would say.

I struggled for a while, and suddenly felt that this course was also good, and I gained a personal skill by making a movie.

Pei Xian didn't know what she was thinking, so she went to change her clothes as soon as she entered the house, and discussed the issue of eating next time.

Recording belongs to recording, but!

The wool that should be gathered must be gathered. Food and drink are all paid for by the program team. The two people are separated by a door, and they have tacitly chosen big fish and big meat with red wine.

"Is it expensive, Wagyu?"

"Wagyu?"

Piao Xiurong's words scared the show crew so much that they almost rushed down from the tower room to stop her.

"Korean cows, there are too few Japanese cows, and they are expensive again." Pei Xian heard the hurried footsteps upstairs, and helped her change her mouth with a low smile.

"Um... OK." It was the last meal. Piao Xiurong raised her eyes and looked at the top of her head. The smile on her face seemed to be non-existent, and the meaning of gloating could be vaguely seen.