Transmigration: Raising the Child of the Male Lead Boss

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Exhausted, I changed the group of the male lead Lu Cheng and the young actor, and ended up having another 20-odd ng.

How to shoot, Qi Hang felt wrong.

He is a good director!

Now ng so many times, makes him feel unwell all over.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"You all come here."

Qi Hang simply quit.

Looking at the two actors who can usually provoke a major role in other crews, they shook their heads in hatred.

"What's wrong with you? Xiao Luzi, tell me first, what hit you?"

Lu Cheng didn't play against Yu Yaoyao, so he didn't know the truth, and he was at a loss at the moment.

What's the matter?

Isn't he ng 30 times a day?

Is there something wrong?

"No, director, I'm fine, I'm just acting seriously."

"You ng me, this is not every day? There are ten times today, only thirty times."

Lu Cheng was used to being abused by Qi Hang.

He's actually not bad at acting, and he has his own understanding of the role.

But Qi Hang didn't like to frame the performance steps in advance. He had to try it every time he shot. Lu Cheng basically had to change his performance several times before he could pass.

For example, in a scene of building blocks with a child, the director will have different requirements for the props, the actions of the child, his actions, tone... every time.

Lu Cheng was also annoyed at first, having to do the same action many times.

But he has a good temper and has high requirements for his performance, so he has always cooperated with Qi Hang.

But today when he said these words, Qi Hang sprayed him.

"What is every day?"

Qi Hang stared.

"You don't know, do I have one now?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Lu Cheng with a 'you're not saved' expression.

"Old Wei, tell Xiao Luzi, how did I shoot you the other day?"

"Um...one pass."

Wei Ming smiled bitterly.

In the past two days, I concentrated on filming his rivalry with Yu Yaoyao, all of which went well, and her state was inspired by her concentration.

Saying this, he also felt that his old face was very red.

Today, when he was playing with the actress who played the mistress, he was stuck again!

"Listen! Xiao Luzi, Lao Wei, as a director who likes one, you have raised the ng average again today."

Qi Hang looked sad.

"Um?"

Lu Cheng was surprised.

Recently, he took two days off to participate in variety shows.

He didn't know anything about Qi Hang's changes.

"Hey, you two big men can't do it, you lost to two girls."

Director Qi said, and turned the monitor towards them.

"Come on, take a look at this afternoon shot, wake up, get some blood, fellow men!"

"If this goes on like this, you really have a mid-life crisis, and then you get divorced!"

Director Qi's words caused Lu Cheng and Wei Ming to move their eyes to the screen.

After a while, Lu Cheng's arrogant temperament suddenly became serious!

And Wei Ming, who had been beaten a long time ago, even touched his chin and smiled bitterly, but he couldn't laugh anymore!

The two experienced and acting actors, with their mouths open, were shocked by Yu Yaoyao's cigarette-lighting action on the screen!

Chapter 117

I saw the picture on the monitor, split in half by a wall.

Half is pouring rain and the sky is dark; the other half is a warm scene in a coffee shop.

Yu Yaoyao stepped on high heels, her hair was loose, and she was soaked all over.

Shaking her hands, she took out a lighter from the torn leather shoulder bag, and rummaged all over her body, but couldn't find a cigarette, her eyes were empty like a night without starlight.

She looked outside, the cracked and pale corners of her mouth were soon wetted by the heavy rain.

On the slender eyelashes and the messy bangs, raindrops fell one after another, scouring her old and empty black eyes.

But with such eyes, it seems like he can speak.

The man next to him passed by, only showing a blurred silhouette in the camera, hiding from the rain under the roof beam, slapping the water on his body, but he seemed to understand her eyes.

A cigarette was handed to her.

Her peeling lips moved slightly, but in the end there was no sound and they were pressed together.

She stretched out her slender hand that seemed to be broken, her fingers slightly bent, and her index and middle fingers slowly clamped the handed cigarette.

He lowered his head and bit into his mouth.

With a snap, the lighter flashed a small clump of faint sparks.

Several times, trembling, and finally

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