The fake daughter was not exposed today

Shan Zhe stared into his eyes, raised his hand and pressed on his wrist.

"Ow!"

Jing Dongzhi watched the little ghost easily break free from the restraints while he was in pain, then patted the shoe prints on the stool and sat down.

"As you said, you've done something similar before. Maybe we can make it work this time?" He looked at the child in front of him. "Besides, I will do my best and won't let you down."

Shanzhe stared at his serious eyes and could hardly keep a straight face.

"I'd rather believe it rains tomorrow than you do me."

He had heard words like this many times, but every time someone said it, he was disappointed.

The young man just stared at him calmly and seriously.

"You don't know me, so how can you be sure that I will fail?"

Shan Zhe sighed and said helplessly, "I'll trust you just this once."

Her eyes were full of the helplessness of a mother facing her rebellious child.

Jing Dongzhi pinched his face. Are all primary school students nowadays so precocious?

Just as he was wondering, he noticed the table.

Before he knew it, the kid had finished the entire meal he ordered, not even leaving any hash browns for him.

"How old are you?"

"Eight years old."

Jing Dongzhi felt that his cognition was impacted.

Is this the amount of food an eight-year-old can eat?

The young man's skeptical expression is still interesting even when I think about it now.

Shan Zhe stared at the sky. If one lost a person completely, there would be one more star in the sky. Then he would have already had a brilliant starry sky.

The next day, early morning.

Jiang Fu was half asleep when he was woken up by the staff.

"Today we're mainly shooting scenes related to the truth. Considering that you have to attend class, Xiao Jiang, we'll start shooting your footage first."

"Well, thank you." Jiang Fu yawned and went downstairs to put on makeup.

When she passed by Sun Miaoxian's room, she smelled an ambiguous scent, as if someone had lingered there last night.

"Good boy, you're having a lot of fun." She went downstairs.

After putting on makeup, Director Luo was waiting for her.

"Here's the script, take a look." He yawned, shook the can of coffee, threw it casually on the table, and walked to the machine.

The two extras were also a little tired, but they still tried to keep their spirits up.

"Xiao Jiang, it might be a bit painful for us to hold you like this. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell us." The two big brothers in the extras communicated with her.

"okay."

The Warlock's solo shots have been basically filmed.

Jiang Fu walked aside and watched the props team handle the props.

"Because Teacher Eyebrow buried it in the ground, it got covered with dirt, but if you move it around, it's easy to scrape off the gold foil on it." The prop teacher was a little distressed as he cleaned it bit by bit with a small brush.

Celebrities and internet celebrities only need to show themselves in front of the camera, but they have to worry about a lot of props.

He chatted casually, "Speaking of which, Teacher Mei Mao is really good to you. This evidence clearly points to you, and she buried it."

Thinking of her eyebrows and remembering the smell she smelled in Sun Miaoxian's room, Jiang Fu was silent for a while.

Then she regained her mood and gestured for her to give the dagger to herself, "Let me do it."

"No, this is my job, so I won't bother you." He motioned for her to look to the side, "Teacher Ge is here, you two should rehearse your scenes first."

Early in the morning, Ge Shiqian had already washed and dressed and walked to the crew.

Her assistant carried two boxes of steaming coffee and distributed them.

"Everyone will have to work a little harder today. This is Sister Qian's invitation."

Director Luo held the freshly brewed milk coffee in his hand and felt a headache coming on. "So the coffee can't stop once we start working."

Ge Shiqian handed her a cup of coffee and said, "You too, I heard you were woken up at five o'clock?"

"Maybe the director took into consideration that I'm a student." Jiang Fu glanced at the label.

Even with coupons, the price can’t be reduced to 9.9.

"You drink first, we'll go over the lines later." Ge Shiqian handed her the script.

Jiang Fu was silently memorizing the lyrics when he suddenly saw assistant Zhou Yitong walking towards him angrily.

"Did anyone touch anything in the dressing room just now? Our sister Tong broke out in a rash right after applying powder."

Besides Ge Shiqian, the only other person who would get up so early was Jiang Fu.

Is this directed at her?

"What's going on?" Ge Shiqian frowned.

The assistant frowned and looked at Jiang Fu, "I suspect she poisoned Sister Tong's foundation."

"Since you suspect me, let me go and see what's going on." Jiang Fu put down the script and looked at them.

Ge Shiqian stopped her, "You are deliberately looking for trouble, you don't have to..."

"I've reached the point of suspicion. If we don't let them produce the evidence, are we going to let them slander us?" Jiang Fu let go of her hand. "I'll be fine."

Powder room.

Zhou Yitong sat in front of the mirror, with assistant bodyguards lined up on both sides. It felt like a court trial.

"Miss Zhou?"

Zhou Yitong pointed at her arm and said, "Jiang Fu, right? You messed up my face, didn't you?"

There are many allergic lumps on it, which look creepy.

Jiang Fu walked straight forward.

Several bodyguards were about to stop her, but she dodged them.

"I did it?" Jiang Fu held her arm and asked in a low voice.

She tried contact therapy with the cells of origin and found no problems. In other words, Zhou Yitong's allergy was fake.

Zhou Yitong felt inexplicably panicked, but she still followed the plan. "What else?"

Without saying a word, Jiang Fu picked up the makeup remover next to him, unscrewed the bottle cap with one hand, and poured it in.

The lump liquefied and blurred with water.

Zhou Yitong's face instantly became as ugly as a jar of soy sauce.

"It's cured. I really am a miracle worker." Jiang Fu squeezed out the makeup remover and put it back in its place.

"you--"

Jiang Fu raised his hand and folded it hard.

Zhou Yitong's face turned pale with pain.

"my hand!"

Several bodyguards were about to step forward, but Zhou Yitong moved twice and found that her hand was not broken.

"Oh, by the way, I remember there is a surveillance camera in this dressing room. Miss Zhou, you must make good use of it." Jiang Fu reminded kindly.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhou Yitong looked grim.

"I'm just reminding you that you can ask your assistant to edit a version that suits you and release it to gain sympathy from netizens, and discredit me at the same time. Maybe I can even use your popularity to become famous." The girl answered kindly.

Zhou Yitong was silent for a moment, then frowned.

Jiang Fu dared to tell her this, firstly to remind her that there were surveillance cameras here, and secondly to tell her clearly that no matter what means she used to stir up trouble online, she could handle it.

The last sentence was to tell her that she was a top star and there was no need to bother with an ordinary student like her, otherwise it would be a waste of traffic for her.

"Tsk, I can't do anything to her." She just felt angry and couldn't swallow it.

But she really couldn't handle it.

shooting scene.

When Jiang Fu returned, Sun Miaoxian had already packed up and was waiting for them.

"Ms. Jiang, I thought you were late." He greeted her casually.

But Jiang Fu did not ignore the strong resentment in his heart.