Dressed as the favorite of the three villain brothers

"Mengmeng, where is my cell phone?" As soon as Cen Nanqi returned, he met the assistant who was about to go out.

"Oh, miss, I was about to find you. The director said something happened at your third brother's place." The assistant, who was hurriedly walking out, turned around and said after seeing Cen Nanqi.

As soon as he heard about his third brother, Cen Nanqi stopped asking and followed the assistant directly.

Bo Lianye, who had just finished shooting, listened casually to the compliments from the people around him, and looked at the familiar figure walking in a hurry, with meaningful eyes.

that direction...

Acting in groups.

Bo Zhixun? ?

Other actors with important roles also completed the corresponding tasks one by one. The stuck is Bo Zhixun. When taking makeup photos with all the beggars to serve as the background, his eyes were too cold and aloof, just like... Children from rich families are down for a while and then go through hardships and then feel like they can turn over.

The director and the photographer thought hard and discussed countermeasures.

Even if the background is blurred, it will still steal the spotlight from the protagonist.

Which beggar has such a temperament?

The assistant director held his chin and looked at the director and suggested: "Give him another role, don't waste this good appearance."

"Hmm... that's okay, but there is a character who was amazing and then disappeared after appearing." The director thought about it before leaving and asked: "I have another character here."

Bo Zhixun's eyes slowly focused on him, and the dark eyes under the dirty bangs looked at him calmly.

"Would you like to consider changing roles?" the director asked in a friendly tone.

This question attracted the attention of many people in the circle.

Silently, they automatically labeled the boy as someone who should not be offended.

The director did not know the identity of the young man in front of him. He only thought that he was playing well with the eldest lady of the Bo family, so his identity must be either rich or noble.

"What's there?" the young man asked quietly.

"Well... there is a type of young man from a noble family. He was dissatisfied with his parents' control, so he escaped from home and accidentally saved the protagonist. However, he was later arrested for revenge."

(The author has something to say: It’s a bit superstitious. I read on the Internet that if you change someone else’s disaster, then the disaster will appear on you. The cycle of cause and effect has its own destiny.)

"No, I play a beggar." The young man's eyes were firm.

What Bo Zhixun thought when he heard this was: How can I stay with my sister so soon?

Readers who are particularly open-minded: If you change the situation, you let the third brother play the villain who can stab the protagonist, ensuring the true feelings.

The director was in trouble upon hearing this.

Cen Nanqi saw that even the messy hairstyle on the third brother showed a different kind of beauty, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, his good looks can really defy the heavens.

"Bring a bucket of instant noodles." The girl ate the candy and looked at the handsome face of the third brother and thought.

The worried director's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he ordered the prop team: "Go get the whole bucket of instant noodles, fish out some of it, and make it look like someone else's leftovers."

After a while, a disguised instant noodles was delivered.

"Here, show off with the instant noodles." The photographer put the instant noodles into Bo Zhixun's hand.

Bo Zhixun looked up at his sister, saw her smiling at him, and picked up the instant noodles in a daze.

Ok…

Cen Nanqi put away his smile and looked at his third brother repeatedly.

Why does it feel like the third brother has a noble feeling when holding instant noodles...

The photographer frowned, still feeling something was wrong.

Why does it feel like what he eats is not instant noodles, but like lobster.

Cen Nanqi turned around and saw the pen in the staff's hand. Suddenly his mind lit up. He reached out to Amy who was watching the excitement and asked, "Do you have any eyeliner?"

Although Amy didn't understand Cen Nanqi's behavior, she still gave her the eyeliner in her pocket.

Cen Nanqi took the eyeliner and twirled it, squatted down in front of the third brother, opened the lid, and lightly drew a few strokes of beard, and then added a thicker stroke.

The prop master behind him hesitated to speak.

In fact, they have beard props.

Bo Zhixun was fine. Seeing his sister's focused eyes on him, he felt a strange sense of pleasure in his heart. He obediently let her manipulate him, with a cooperative look on his face.

"Okay~" Cen Nanqi finished the last stroke and nodded his head with a sense of accomplishment.

Bo Zhixun couldn't help laughing when he saw it, and suddenly he was very curious about what his face was painted like.

However, my sister’s painting must be very handsome! !

Looking at the photo of Third Brother and the Beggars, Cen Nanqi returned the eyeliner to Amy, then walked around to the assistant and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah? Miss?" The assistant was still watching them taking pictures, but after being photographed, he turned back to look at his little boss.

"My cell phone?" Cen Nanqi looked at the assistant with big eyes without blinking, and stretched out his hand to him.

"Ah!" The assistant touched her body casually, and then said to Cen Nanqi as if she remembered something: "Miss, the boss sent someone to take your phone away not long after you put it in me."

"Okay." Cen Nanqi retracted his outstretched hand and walked out the door.

Bo Zhixun's eyes followed his sister, and at that moment she disappeared through the threshold. His eyes also dimmed a lot.

Where is my sister going?

"Okay, okay, that's it. The shape of your eyes this time is very good." The photographer took a look at the photo he just took and excitedly stepped forward to hold Bo Zhixun's beggar-clad hand.

Bo Zhixun: "?"

…………

In the room, Bo Chaojin looked at the vibrating cell phone, his eyes a little more tangled, and he just looked at it until it went out again.

He was afraid that if he answered Zhizhi's phone at will, Zhizhi would make trouble with him again.

Recently, he had a lot of insights from reading the parenting book. The book said that adolescent children are particularly sensitive and do not accept others touching their private areas, and they are also prone to impulsivity.

Knowing that these calls were from the two girls from the Ge family and the He family who were usually friends with her sister, Bo Chaojin relaxed.

A little girl's superficial privacy sometimes needs to be respected.

A white and beautiful hand came into view and picked up the mobile phone on the table.

Cen Nanqi swiped up a few times and found several missed calls. He found the nearest one and called back.

The phone was connected quickly.

Bo Chaojin's eyes slowly looked at the girl who was talking on the phone, and he tapped his fingers on the armrest.

"Xiaxia? Where are you?"

"Okay, I'll go out to pick you up now." After the girl said that, she was about to walk out, but the next second someone grabbed her wrist.

Cen Nanqi looked back and saw Bo Chaojin holding her with one hand and raising the other hand, and the bodyguard behind him took the order and went out.

Cen Nanqi: "???"

"Sit down and let's talk." The man's calm voice contained a trace of imperceptible pleading.

Although he didn't know what to talk about, Cen Nanqi still sat on the other side obediently, waiting for his next words.