He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran rode on the horse and raised his eyes to look up at Feng Bao'er with a little triumphant expression. From Feng Bao'er's perspective, it was the youth's unique vitality and cunning. Song Ran's appearance and performance were really impeccable.

She completely convinced Song Ran, and then began to work hard to adjust her mentality. She didn't want to be a senior sister who would delay the younger generation.

In this first encounter, the seventh point was filmed, which finally satisfied the director.

Feng Baoer slowly descended from upstairs holding the skirt, and saw Song Ran rushing over. In the evening light, the youthful vigor shook her eyes. People who never liked to laugh unexpectedly pulled at the corners of their mouths. A smile came out.

Song Ran asked a little flatteringly, "Sister Bao'er, can I act... okay?"

Feng Baoer smiled: "It's not bad... why have you become so tall?"

Song Ran Xianbao said: "Because I want to play with Sister Baoer, I put two raised cushions in my boots."

Feng Baoer nodded: "What about the chest?"

I still remember the weight on her chest when I saw her yesterday... not too small.

Song Ran put her ears on her ears and whispered, "Wrapped the cloth strips so tightly, can't you tell them?"

It is true that she can't tell at all, she is exactly like a man, and it can be seen that she is dedicated.

Feng Baoer nodded in relief: "I'm relieved if you are so serious."

With Feng Baoer's approval, Song Ran was completely reluctant to think about Shu. Both the director and the heroine agreed, indicating that she succeeded!

The second scene was with Wen Huihui. Nangong Yan and the wealthy friends were drinking and having fun in the palace. The literati's daughter, Azhu, stood by and poured wine for them. As her eyes flowed, she was cautiously admiring Nangong Yan.

Song Ran hooked her lips, Wen Huihui, I took this script, it’s hard for you, I hate me to the bone in my heart, but here is a lover who has a deep love for me. Sister waits to see your performance. .

Obviously, Wen Huihui lived up to expectations and couldn't play the meaning of love at all...

In Article 4, the director was vaguely annoyed. Feng Baoer couldn't act and he couldn't offend him, but this Wen Huihui, a newcomer, would reprimand whatever he wanted.

Director Yang shouted into the loudspeaker eight degrees high: "Wen Huihui, you should treat Song Ran as a man, as a man you like. The way you look at her should be loving, not jealous. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

Song Ran turned his head and looked at Wen Huihui, who was sitting cross-legged at the side of the square table with a hip flask in her hand. Yun Danfeng smiled lightly: "Come on."

A word of cheering is almost like Huo Yinzi, almost called Wen Huihui exploded.

Song Ran was gloating. She knew that it would be difficult for her to act infatuated. How could she look at Song Ran with love?

But... if she doesn't perform again, I'm afraid she will really offend the director...

She adjusted her breathing and tried to tell herself, Wen Huihui, forget everything, forget that she is Song Ran, forget that she is Song Ran you hate most, treat her as Nangong Yan, and treat her as Nangong Yan you love...

Well, this is really more painful than killing her, this is all about slowly stabbing her with a soft knife, this is Ling Chi Xing.

Song Ran, a bitch, why did he take the role of a man just to torture her?

Damn it!

The director slapped the script in his hand, and his voice was very harsh: "It's the look of admiration, not the look of hatred, Wen Huihui, what are you doing?"