After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

"No, read the last sentence."

"Yuan Bingyao simply tore her face and slapped Gu Ruoran," the assistant read.

"That's the sentence. Did you say what strength and how you slapped it here?" Xue Jingrou's eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to ask.

"This is a confrontation between two people. Yuan Bingyao hit him suddenly. The strength is not written in the script." The assistant explained.

"Okay, great." Xue Jingrou laughed abruptly.

For some reason, the assistant felt a little creepy when he heard her laughter.

After reading the script, Xue Jingrou repeatedly practiced the slap passage, and asked the makeup artist to sharpen her nails.

The assistant shuddered when he saw the sharp length of the nails.

Mo Xiaoyu rested comfortably for half an hour. If she was not afraid of delaying the process, she really wanted to continue to rest.

She is just too responsible and dedicated.

Mo Xiaoyu touched his face narcissistically.

After talking to the staff, Mo Xiaoyu got up.

As soon as she walked into the set, she immediately felt the difference.

The staff's unconventional eyes were gone, and other actors who had been ignorant of her still smiled and nodded when they saw her, and even Deputy Director Wang, who was cold-eyed when he saw her, now saw her whole face beaming with joy.

"Mrs. An, have you rested? If you haven't rested enough, you can rest for a while."

"No need, let's officially start filming." Following An Zhengye's example, Mo Xiaoyu said calmly.

Although the expression was calm, but the momentum was not weak, Deputy Director Wang responded immediately: "Okay, let's start shooting now."

The staff quickly set up the scene, only waiting for Deputy Director Wang's order.

"ACTION!"

Mo Xiaoyu walked towards the arena with his back straightened, and the maid immediately opened the seat.

"Ma'am, sit down."

Mo Xiaoyu let out a casual "um" and sat down on the chair with a heavy heart.

"Your Majesty, are you still thinking about Concubine Yao?" The servant girl poured a cup of tea and asked softly.

"It has nothing to do with her." A trace of disdain flashed in Mo Xiaoyu's eyes, and he said the designated lines: "I'm thinking about the matter in the court."

"My lady, how dare you..." The maid hadn't finished speaking when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Xue Jingrou rushed in angrily.

"Bold, you dare to trespass into the queen's palace without notification!" the servant girl said sharply.

But Xue Jingrou waved her back: "Go away."

"Ouch." The servant girl exclaimed.

Just as Mo Xiaoyu praised the maid in her heart for her amazing acting skills, she suddenly found three bloodstains on the back of the maid's hand.

Can't help frowning, looking at Xue Jingrou's hand.

Before Mo Xiaoyu could see clearly, Xue Jingrou raised her hand high and said in a hateful voice, "Gu Ruoran, you lowly woman!"

Mo Xiaoyu only felt that Gu Ruoran was calling out to herself, and the hairs on her back stood on end.

Xue Jingrou suddenly changed the scene and moved quickly, Mo Xiaoyu was completely unprepared this time.

Watching her slap across the face, he could only close his eyes in vain.

However, the expected pain did not come, only Xue Jingrou's cry of pain and exclamation were heard.

"Brother Ye!"

Mo Xiaoyu immediately opened his eyes and found a tall figure standing in front of him at some point.

Mo Xiaoyu recognized An Zhengye immediately.

I saw him clutching Xue Jingrou's wrist, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

Mo Xiaoyu had never seen such an ugly expression on his face.

Xue Jingrou was also taken aback. An Zhengye was indifferent most of the time, and there was no emotion on his face. Even if he exposed her in the hospital, his eyes were just a little cold. He had never looked at her with such cold eyes. she.

Those eyes are so cold that they can freeze to death!
The strength of his grip on her wrist was as if it wanted to crush her wrist.

It was as if Xue Jingrou didn't recognize An Zhengye at all, and an inexplicable fear arose in her heart.

Coupled with the severe pain in the wrist, the soft and charming face gradually distorted and deformed, and the tears flowed out without squeezing.

Taking advantage of the situation, she pretended to be cute and said pitifully, "Brother Ye, you hurt me."

An Zhengye slammed her wrist away with such force that Xue Jingrou almost fell to the ground.

After staggering a few steps before standing still, he looked at An Zhengye in shock.

"I said, don't call me Brother Ye." An Zhengye's voice was as cold as his gaze.

Xue Jingrou said with a trembling voice, "Yes, I'm sorry, Ye... Mr. An."

An Zhengye looked at her coldly with a pair of black eyes, without the slightest emotion, and then withdrew his eyes, looking at Mo Xiaoyu for a moment, and then his eyes gradually softened.

Holding her face, he looked carefully: "Are you all right? Did you hit you?"

"No." Mo Xiaoyu's cheeks flushed slightly, and he pulled An Zhengye's hand shyly: "We just started filming."

"That's good." An Zhengye squeezed her hand, then frowned, and looked at Deputy Director Wang with dissatisfaction: "What's going on with this scene?"

The crew were all confused by the sudden situation, and Deputy Director Wang came back to his senses after hearing An Zhengye's dissatisfied questioning.

"Back to Mr. An, this scene is like this." Deputy Director Wang hurried forward with the script.

An Zhengye was the biggest investor in the crew, and Deputy Director Wang didn't dare to offend him.

"The script doesn't make sense." An Zhengye frowned, glanced at the script, and said in a deep voice.

"What you said is, what is unreasonable in your opinion?" Assistant Director Wang asked obsequiously.

"It's no longer popular for the female lead to be abused, but for the female lead. It's interesting for the female lead to hit other people." An Zhengye said solemnly.

When Mo Xiaoyu heard the words "battered" and "female cool" that came out of his mouth, his jaw was shocked.

Where did An Zhengye learn this? Isn't it someone who studies acting?

"You're right, so how do you change the plot?" Assistant Director Wang asked with a nod.

"Gu Ruoran should have slapped Yuan Bingyao, so that it will be interesting." An Zhengye reached out and casually clicked on the script.

"Okay, I'll ask the screenwriter to change the play." Deputy Director Wang immediately took the script and greeted the staff.

Before Xue Jingrou recovered from the shock just now, she saw An Zhengye treating Mo Xiaoyu tenderly, and she was trembling with jealousy.

Before the flames of jealousy were over, they heard that An Zhengye wanted to change the script.

"It can't be changed, this scene can't be changed, if it's changed, I can't act." Xue Jingrou said immediately after hearing the fear.

"Is there anything I can't do? Didn't I want to do it just now?" Mo Xiaoyu smiled softly: "Don't worry, I will take it easy."

Mo Xiaoyu's expression was very gentle, but his hands were clenched into fists, and he made a hitting movement, deliberately scaring Xue Jingrou.

"No, I won't act!" Xue Jingrou was even more frightened, and ran away after yelling a U-turn.

"Miss Xue, don't run away. This scene will be changed soon. Didn't Mrs. An say that she will be gentle..." Deputy Director Wang saw that the third woman had run away, and quickly chased after her.

Mo Xiaoyu and An Zhengye looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Both the director and the female number three have run away, and this scene cannot be filmed for the time being.

Director An couldn't make it back from another set, so Producer Li simply said, "Okay, everyone will have a holiday this afternoon."

"Boss An, Mrs. An, I'm sorry." Producer Li apologized to the two.

"It's okay." An Zhengye took Mo Xiaoyu's hand and said coldly, "Since there is nothing wrong, let's go."

"Please." Producer Li didn't dare to stop him, and sent him off politely.

Producer Li breathed a sigh of relief when the two walked away.

An Zhengye came so suddenly, if she hadn't met him at the door, she really wouldn't have known about his visit.

What was even worse was that An Zhengye was allowed to see the scene where Mo Xiaoyu was slapped, and Producer Li was about to be scared out of his nerve.

Fortunately, there was no danger in the end, and An Zhengye didn't blame the crew.

No, she has to quickly find a screenwriter to change the play. This kind of scene of being beaten can be avoided as long as it can be avoided.

Producer Li thought, and left in a hurry.

When Producer Li went to find the screenwriter, Mo Xiaoyu changed out of his costume and came out from the cubicle of the dressing room.

"I'm fine, let's go."

"It's windy outside, tie your scarf." An Zhengye said as he stepped forward and tied the scarf for Mo Xiaoyu.

"Thank you." There were makeup artists and Luna in the dressing room, and Mo Xiaoyu was a little embarrassed.

An Zhengye pampered her upturned nose: "You're welcome, let's go."

"Okay." Mo Xiaoyu nodded shyly, walked a few steps before remembering, turned around and waved: "Sister Luna, Xiaolin, let's go first, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, you and Boss An have fun." Luna and the make-up artist winked ambiguously.

Mo Xiaoyu glared at them, picked up An Zhengye, turned around and left.

After walking out of the crew door, the temperature on Mo Xiaoyu's face dropped.

She stole a glance at An Zhengye, and found that his expression was as usual, with a calm expression on his face.

Mo Xiaoyu felt a little unbalanced.

Why is she always blushing and heartbeating every time, but he is more okay?
Everyone who is a president has a thick skin, or is he more experienced than himself?

Mo Xiaoyu was a little upset after thinking about it, so he gave him an unhappy look, and pulled his hand back.

An Zhengye's hands were empty, and he lowered his head in surprise, meeting Mo Xiaoyu's rather dissatisfied eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" Why did Xiao Yu seem unhappy?Wasn't it fun just now?

"Hmph." Mo Xiaoyu snorted softly, but did not speak.

An Zhengye was quite puzzled, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong with you?"

After asking, he wanted to hold Mo Xiaoyu's hand.

Mo Xiaoyu immediately put his hand into his coat pocket, and asked coolly, "Where is the car?"

An Zhengye raised his eyebrows. He didn't know what Mo Xiaoyu was doing, but looking at her "high-spirited" appearance, she was inexplicably cute and cute.

"Over there." An Zhengye pointed in a direction with his eyes.

In fact, Lamborghini is very eye-catching, and Mo Xiaoyu saw it after asking.

With a snort from his throat, he walked over with his head held high.

After walking a few steps, he realized that An Zhengye hadn't followed him, so he turned around and said, "Why are you dawdling? Why don't you come and drive."

"Yes, Mrs. An." An Zhengye stepped forward helplessly and amusedly.

The two quickly got into the car, and the car started. Mo Xiaoyu still looked cool and flamboyant.

When An Zhengye talked to her, she just hummed and refused to answer properly.

An Zhengye was not angry, his eyes were full of smiles, and he drove quietly.

It wasn't until the car drove a long way that she asked aloud, "Where is this going?"