The Little Stalker of the Paranoid Big Guy is Turned Over

Obviously, Xian Yu didn't expect the other party to offer such generous conditions, and the whole person was stupid.

"Of course, the premise is that your script can satisfy me. My temper is no better than Zhu Junzhuo!" Feng Zhe raised his eyebrows and said jokingly.

This is how he is. If he doesn't make a move, he will do his best. Once he makes a move, he must do his best.

"You, are you really willing to help?"

Xian Yu was flattered.

"Let's talk after reading the script."

Feng Zhe didn't say anything to death.

But she couldn't wait.

"The script is in my study. Please drop by to pick it up when you go back. The house code is 210921."

Excited, Xian Yu's eyes filled with pleading.

Just as the visit time was almost up, Feng Zhe got up and said goodbye to go home.

Fifteen minutes later, he stood at the door of Xianyu's house, hesitating for a long time, he pressed the password and opened the door.

The room was still as messy as when the two left. He walked to the terrace and spent twenty minutes tidying up the terrace.

After folding her washed clothes and placing them on the sofa in the living room, Feng Zhe went to the study, picked up the script called "Prisoner's Love" on the desk, went to the terrace and sat down to study.

As Xian Yu said, the script was not long, but he finished it in half an hour.

After reading the script, he couldn't recover from the desperate suffocation and depression in the script for a long time.

This is... her love with Sheng Lifan?

Such suffocating love, can it really be called love? !

Is everything that happened in the script real, or is it... her imagination due to her unfortunate marriage! !

Unable to calm down for a long time, Feng Zhe, who had not smoked for a long time, picked up the cigarette that Xian Yu had placed on the table, lit it, and took a deep breath.

The thick smoke made his beautiful peach blossom eyes darker, making it difficult for people to see clearly, and a faint sense of danger.

With complicated eyesight, Feng Zhe called his friend.

"Help me check the person... Sheng Lifan, Yihao Real Estate is small."

The deep voice indicated the violent wind and rain beneath his calm appearance.

Three days later, Xianyu was discharged from the hospital, and Feng Zhe took her to meet the production team of the micro-movie.

"This is Jin Mian, a graduate of the Film Academy and a newly signed artist from my studio, who will play the character Ming Hao. This is Yue Yihan, my friend and music producer, and he is solely responsible for the songs in the micro-film. ."

Feng Zhe introduced Xianyu to everyone in the conference room.

Jin Mian is an artist under his studio. Although he has just signed into the company not long ago, he is very promising. He is an artist that the company is preparing for a big hit.

And Yue Yihan, a well-known domestic music producer, who wrote the songs of the micro-movie is simply overkill, which is enough to prove that Feng Zhe attaches great importance to this micro-movie.

Everyone has read the script in advance, and like Feng Zhe, they are deeply shocked by the script, and they are extremely sympathetic to the woman in front of them.

"Hello, I'm Xie Ruoqing."

Xian Yu smiled and greeted everyone.

"Teacher Xie, do you really want to perform this micro-movie yourself?" Jin Mian asked uncertainly with worry in her eyes.

Everyone is a little worried in their hearts. If this is really her personal experience, re-interpreting it is equivalent to uncovering her **** scars again and letting her face the pain and despair again.

They were afraid, afraid that she would break down in the middle of filming and do something irrational.

Xian Yu nodded and said in a very serious tone, "Well, I will perform in person."

Seeing that she has made up her mind, it is difficult for everyone to persuade her any more. They can only make a secret decision in their hearts. After starting the shooting, they will definitely pay close attention to her emotions. If there is something wrong, they will stop immediately!

"Since Mr. Xie, you have decided to act, if possible, I think you will also be responsible for the opening and ending of the episodes. After all, it's just a micro-movie. We don't need to spend too much money. Find time and go to my recording studio. , try the sound."

Yue Yihan said that they did their best, apart from selling Feng Zhe's favor, they wanted to help this poor woman regain her strength.

After everything was negotiated, Feng Zhe spent two days preparing, and officially started shooting on the third day.

No one could have imagined that Xianyu would shoot Xie Ruoqing's story in the form of a micro-movie.

The plot is short, but it shows her sad life vividly.

The previous filming is very simple, and it is basically the sweet part. Xie Ruoqing in the play has a slight career change, from an artist to a college student.

Before the filming started, everyone was worried, for fear that with Xian Yu's current state, she would not be able to interpret the carefree "Ouyang Qian" life in college.

Unexpectedly, Xianyu did not have a single NG, and she played the carefree, enthusiastic and cheerful Ouyang Qian without flaws.

In the play, Ouyang Qian and Ming Hao, the rich second generation, met for the first time, and soon fell in love with each other's enthusiastic pursuit. Every corner of the campus was full of laughter and laughter.

Her splendid cat eyes were full of youthful enthusiasm, and when she looked at Ming Hao, her eyes were bright and bright, full of love.

Through the camera, you can feel her love for Ming Hao, the sweetness of her first love, and people can't help but yearn for it.

For this part, they finished filming in just one day.

Immediately afterwards, the next day began to film the two of them graduating from college and entering the marriage hall.

In the nanny's car, Xian Yu, who had put on her wedding dress and makeup, sat in front of the mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, unable to return to her senses for a long time.

"Okay? It's almost time to start..."

The door of the nanny's car was pushed open, Feng Zhe walked in, and the words were choked in his throat before he finished speaking.

Good, beautiful.

The woman in front of her is sitting in front of the make-up mirror. The white wedding dress and the milky white skin echo each other, which is sacred and dust-free!

It's a pity that those beautiful cat eyes are lifeless, like a glass doll without a soul, only emptiness and sadness are left.

"You said...wearing the wedding dress again...is it a tribute to my dead marriage and love? How can a **** be worthy of this white..."

The corner of his mouth raised a strange smile, and Xian Yu spoke slowly.

Feng Zhe walked to her side, raised his hand and rubbed her head, "It's just acting, don't think too much."

"I like white, because white symbolizes purity, and I take it for granted that marriage should be just like a wedding dress, pure and white... Reality, but it's cruel. This is probably the last time I wear this holy wedding dress... ...because...I don't deserve it."

With deep sadness in her eyes, Xian Yu raised her hand gently and stroked herself in the mirror.

"It may not be the last time. I believe that one day, you will meet the same pure and beautiful love as the wedding dress."

Unaccustomed to her self-abandonment, Feng Zhe's eyes were full of seriousness.

He believed that someone would take her hand again and give her happiness.

"There won't be... such a me, I even spurn myself, why should I expect others to love me... Let's go, it's time to shoot."

Xian Yu smiled lightly, her eyes faded away? All the brilliance was gone, and only the eyes full of desolation remained.