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Chapter 104: Something Happening?


The corners of Feng Sixia's mouth twitched, "The wind is roaring?"

” "Uh......"

Gong Xiaoqiao hurriedly pressed off the phone.

"Gong Xiaoqiao, if you are given three days, take it back now, today, just now, give you one last chance, if you are still like this, then, from tomorrow onwards, you will not hear the wind roaring, huh?"

Kazejixia's face darkened, apparently losing the last of his patience.

As soon as the words fell, someone immediately whispered, "The director has finally spoken!"

” "This kind of newcomer who doesn't understand anything and relies on men to come in should have been changed a long time ago!

I really don't understand how people were chosen in the first place!

” "I have no acting skills and I don't know anything, I waste so much time on everyone, it's almost noon, and I have to accompany her to toss if I can't eat!"

"It's time to start!

Anyway, this waste of time is finally coming to an end!"

…… …… In the past month, Gong Xiaoqiao has already been accustomed to hearing these words, and he didn't react much, so he hurriedly ran to prepare.

The makeup artist complained while casually putting on her good makeup.

Jin Muxuan leaned against the wall and frowned, seeing that she was finally here, her brows widened, but she was only secretly relieved, didn't say anything, and went to change her clothes without saying a word.

Yesterday, he saw Gu Xiaorou coming, but he left crying after a while, thinking that he knew what was going on, he had been worried today, and thought that he was being in trouble, but now it seems that her face seems to be not bad, red and fluttering, unlike those days when she was pale and haggard.

Could it be that something good has happened?

Or is it moisturized?

Is it Qin Yao's ......?

The more Jin Muxuan thought about it, the more angry she became, and she almost broke her sentence and went directly to question her!

But in the end, I held back!

He must be cold and violent to the end, and let her admit her mistakes by herself!

However, looking at the director's stern reprimand, the cynicism of the staff, and the rumors that the outside world questioned her, he still couldn't avoid being distressed and anxious......

Due to the slow progress, this month only Shangguan Xianyue and Jun Yichen have just gotten married.

Yesterday, I photographed Jun Yichen going to the disaster area to control the water, and only came back three months later, and the two of them were newlywed.

There are very few lines in this scene, mainly the expressions and eyes express the inner emotions, and Gong Xiaoqiao has not filmed for three whole days. actn!

The maid Yuxiu ran all the way through the corridor into the house, "Miss, Miss!

The prince is back!

” Shangguan Xianyue was embroidering, and when she heard this, she was shocked when she heard this, and her finger was accidentally pricked by a needle, but she couldn't care about the injury on her hand, and hurriedly ran out.

As a result, when the person was in front of her, she stopped and didn't dare to step forward, her eyes were full of water, as if she had a thousand words.

"Yue'er ......"

When Jun Yichen saw her, he was stunned, and then strode forward, hugging her tightly, the thoughts in his heart were stirring but with forbearance, and finally broke through the etiquette and picked her up and walked into the house.

Shangguan Xianyue's expression was one point surprised, two points charming, three points attachment, four points shy, every emotion was no more, no less, but a simple look made people's hearts ripple.

The scene cuts to the house.

Jun Yichen placed her on the couch, stroked her hair and cheeks with her hands with great cherishment, and then gently printed her lips on her forehead, nose, cheeks, and corners of her lips, tossing and turning......

It wasn't until Gong Xiaoqiao was about to be stripped away that someone finally reminded him, "Director, isn't it time to shout?"

” "Ahem, click......"

Feng Sixia shouted to stop.