Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

The beautiful woman is holding a fan in her hand, with knee-high boots, and a red dress that touches the ground. She is unparalleled in her elegance.

The man wears a long white-haired cloak, stands with one hand behind his back, and has a jade-like posture.

White snowflakes fell from the sky, falling on his face, eyelashes, and the thick long cloak, covering this man who was already repulsive to others thousands of miles away with a layer of snow and frost.

The two were separated by a distance and looked at each other from a distance. At that moment, everyone around them seemed to disappear. Thousands of words cannot be expressed in just one word.

Under the attention of everyone, Yi Fuling walked towards him with steps, her eyes bent. Standing on tiptoes, she placed a gentle kiss on his pale lips.

The man was stunned for a moment, his eyes widening slightly in an unimaginable way.

"Card!"

Cheng Chu looked at the footage in the camera and nodded with satisfaction.

"Sure enough, I didn't choose the wrong person. The two roles of Yi Fuling and Yuan Mingqi really belong to you two."

The two people who had just entered the scene separated instantly.

Shi Ling stared at Jiao Yang with a half-smile, her fingers brushing across her lips as if inadvertently.

The kiss just now was a borrowed kiss. After all, she, Sheng Jiaoyang, was Lu Tingwan's woman. Although borrowing a kiss is definitely not as natural as a real kiss, Lu Tingwan has always been domineering towards his women, and he is not that stupid to touch Lu Tingwan's minefield openly.

But behind his back, he would make up for everything she owed him during the day.

Jiaoyang took the drink handed over by Sister Li and drank several sips. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows in disbelief and shouted: "Really? I think the character Yi Fuling is indeed not mine. It’s none other than the Yuan and Ming dynasties.”

She turned her face to Shi Ling, and he happened to look towards Jiao Yang, so he winked at her.

The corner of Jiaoyang's mouth twitched, her fingers rubbed her chin, and she looked at him. Shi Ling spread her whole body on the sofa, letting her look at her openly.

"Although the acting skills of Shi's Best Actor are indeed good, and he looks like what he plays, but compared to the Yuan and Ming Dynasties in my mind, there are still some gaps."

"What did you say?" Shi Ling stood up from the sofa, walked to her side, raised her eyebrows in an evil manner, and then pinched Jiaoyang's face, "You said I don't look like Yuan Mingqi?"

"I'm not saying it doesn't look like it," Jiaoyang blinked, her face being used to eat was in her hands, and she muttered without fear, "I'll tell you the truth, it's just a little different from what I imagined before."

"Okay, can you say it again?" Shi Ling narrowed her eyes.

Jiaoyang scratched him, and then took the opportunity to flexibly escape from his hands. The two chased each other inside the shed and soon started laughing and playing around.

Sister Li frowned, took the drink Jiaoyang handed over just now, and scanned the faces of the people around her.

"Tsk," Su Mei'er sat aside and sneered, "I don't know how to behave."

Cheng Chu was smiling. He had always been very open-minded about the relationship between men and women of this generation of young actors. Who said that if the relationship between men and women is good, they must have that kind of relationship?

He looked at Sister Li with appreciation in his eyes. After all, she was the one who first discovered Sheng Jiaoyang, and he had always admired people with discerning eyes.

"If the relationship between the actor and actress is good, the scenes will be more natural, which is a good thing."

Sister Li nodded, but her lowered face turned a little pale.

She didn't dare to say that she was too sleepy that day and left Jiaoyang alone on the set. As a result, when Jiaoyang came to see her the next day, almost all of her clothes were torn.

She had seen Jiaoyang wearing that coat before. It belongs to the movie king of the time