Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

"Xiao Song, what did I tell you to do? To be more restrained and not to go too far! But you are comparing MC to Hua again!"

"The company really doesn't care about the artist's private life, but you can't put your private life out in the open."

Song Yuesheng crossed her legs, looking at the three people who were sitting like sculptures, while listening to Zhang Mo's chatter in the headphones.

Twenty minutes ago, after hearing her answer, Feng Wenshen and Li Yi sat in their chairs in a daze in tacit understanding.

Xia Tiantian wanted to talk to the two of them but was ignored.

"Song Yuesheng, did you hear my advice? If you keep hinting at your private life regardless of the occasion, I will never give you any public relations!"

Zhang Mo was really angry and even called out her full name.

"Sister Mo, calm down first, we are still recording. I have been in the company for two years, so I don't have any free time to live my own life."

Song Yuesheng tilted his head and waved at No. 008 with interest.

"Besides, Sister Mo, you know I like sunflowers. I even gave you flower seeds when we first met."

Because of family reasons, the original owner knew the names of many flowers and liked all kinds of sunflowers the most.

She would not be like the original owner, not knowing how to use the existing resources.

She was being deliberately vague.

If compared with those flowers, they are not as precious as those flowers.

Perhaps thinking of the pots of lushly blooming sunflowers on her balcony, Zhang Mo's voice softened.

"Xiao Song, I'm going to accompany Wen Shan to a mountainous area with a poor signal for recording tomorrow. Please be careful about your words and actions in the next week."

This was the main reason why she called.

The company does not value low-level artists like Xiao Song. Once she leaves, no one knows what netizens will say about her.

I hope Xiao Song can restrain himself.

I also hope that the boss won’t bother with Xiao Song.

"Okay, Sister Mo, remember to bring some extra mosquito repellent. I'm about to start filming."

Song Yuesheng couldn't hide his joy.

A pair of beautiful eyes were curved, and even the humming sound was rising.

It is more convenient to go to certain places when the agent is not around.

The blue sparrow looked up dejectedly at Song Yuesheng.

The last time she laughed like this, Wu Yun, who would have appeared later, was advanced by several years.

What is she going to do!

Song Yuesheng only has two shows in the afternoon.

One before being thrown into a dungeon, and one before dying.

Because Li Yi had to rush to Group A to film, he shot the death scene with his opponent first.

Yanran rescued the rabbit demon from the Taoist priest's dungeon safely, which aroused the suspicion of the demon king.

He suspected that Yanran and Qi Yi had an affair and had teamed up to kill many monsters.

So he made a bet with Yanran and set up a trap.

The first scene to be filmed begins after the game is set up.

The young Taoist priest thought he was rescuing the one he loved, but who would have thought it would be a farewell forever.

"Yanyan!"

Li Yi's pupils dilated slightly, and he looked in disbelief at the person who was standing in front of him with his arms outstretched.

The focus of this scene is Yanran's death.

There was not a single line of dialogue for Song Yuesheng in the script before she was attacked by the demon king.

Director Zhang Enjun would not tell the actors how to perform specifically.

"Young Master, you are too defenseless..."

Song Yuesheng spat out a large mouthful of blood and fell forward uncontrollably.

Li Yi quickly caught her.

He had seen Song Yuesheng's previous rehearsal highlights and thought he knew her routine performances very well.

But the three scenes with her exceeded expectations each time.

Song Yuesheng clutched his clothes tightly: "Young Master, am I... ugly now..."

Li Yi recovered and hugged her carefully, reciting the lines: "She is not ugly. Yanyan is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I will take you to find the master now. He will definitely be able to save you."

Song Yuesheng smiled weakly, his chest heaving, and a lot of blood spit out of his mouth.

"You are a demon-catching Taoist priest... so sad... Young Master, I will misunderstand that you like a flower demon like me..."

"It's not a misunderstanding. Yanyan, I like you. I've liked you since the first time I met you."

Tears rolled down my eyes.

Drop by drop, it hit Song Yuesheng's face.

opposite.

Feng Wenshen pursed his lips tightly, his eyes scanning back and forth across several surveillance cameras. The pressure he exuded made the staff around him move around unconsciously.

He was pulling and tugging at Li Yi right in front of him, and he said that it was not a game of hard work?

Want to use Li Yi to get him?

Ah.

This woman, Song Yuesheng, thinks too simply.

He wouldn't let her have her way.

"Yanyan, I have already used the sound crane to tell Master, you just hold on. When you are better, I will take you back to Xuanmen Sect and show you the roses in the back mountain of Xuanmen Sect. You will definitely like them."

Li Yi grabbed her wrist and cried inconsolably.

"Okay... take me..."

Song Yuesheng tilted his head and slowly lowered his hand.

"Yanyan!"

Li Yi leaned over and hugged the girl tightly in his arms.

Suddenly, his body stiffened and he let go of Song Yuesheng in disbelief.

No breath?

Will not.

He watched her make the shapes with his own eyes, and the blood was only plasma, and the torture instruments were harmless to the human body.

There are many people on the Internet who hold their breath.

Correct.

Song Yuesheng is definitely like this.

But when he was acting with other co-actors, he couldn't feel Song Yuesheng's pulse.

Li Yi just felt his head buzzing and didn't know how he managed to finish the whole play.

"Click! Pass!"

Song Yuesheng slowly adjusted his breathing and stretched his arms.

Ok?

Who's holding her?

When I raised my eyes, I saw Li Yi who was suppressing his anger.

"Brother Yi, the filming is over, you should leave."

She didn't comfort him because she had an extra red bracelet.

It's still a little red now.

If it's not an ancient costume, you must cover it with a thick layer of powder.

Li Yi frowned, a hint of annoyance flashing across his eyes.

He was distracted by her tricks and worried whether she really had an accident. She could actually laugh!

He lowered his head and bit her finger.

His bite didn't hurt.

Song Yuesheng, however, cautiously pulled out the hairpin on her head and stopped it a few centimeters from his neck.

Did she see it wrong?

Li Yi was actually not what she thought.

Her eyes were slightly stern: "Let go. If you don't want to die young."

Xia Tiantian followed the ball machine and walked to Li Yi.

She saw it clearly.

At this moment, her face was pale. Neither leaving nor staying was the right choice.

She underestimated Song Yuesheng.

Li Yi suddenly smiled and gently stroked the teeth marks on her index finger: "The hairpins used by the crew are as harmless to the actors as the knives. If you want to threaten me, use the hairpin I used yesterday."

Song Yuesheng uttered a disdainful sound, quickly withdrew his fingers and stood up.

She was not wrong.

Li Yi is too good at acting.

"Song Yuesheng, if you dare to hold your breath and scare me again during filming next time..."

Li Yi stared into her eyes, was silent for a while, and said four words: "Take care of yourself."

Song Yuesheng shrugged indifferently.

Life and death are in my hands, and the world is mine.

The worst that can happen is that both sides will be destroyed and the two will become vegetables in the original world.