The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World

   Chapter 292 Long time no see you lost a lot of weight

   A crisp slap sounded very loud in the darkness.

   to cover up the sound of footsteps.

   The dogs in the kennel on the side of the street barked with fright.

   Ying Jingliu is called a fast.

   Back at the place to eat, he sat down with a calm expression, and while everyone was still eating and drinking, he couldn't help but nibble on two steamed pork ribs.

   Everyone was concentrating on chatting and eating, and no one paid attention to the previous situation and left.

   The person gnawing on the ribs looked around the room, but did not see Xiao Qinghe and Song Zai.

   In her impression, she didn't know much about the character Song Zai. If she wanted to be related to Xiao Qinghe, she could question her mouth in such a tone. Ordinary male friends should not do this.

   Could it be that Song likes Xiao Qinghe again.

  Yingjing held a piece of spare ribs that had already eaten meat and gnawed on the bones for a long time, and his thoughts flew to nowhere.

   The color of the bones began to turn white, and Lu Yi kindly reminded her.

   "If you like to eat, there is still on the table."

   Ying Jing almost bit his finger, and the man's low laughter came from his ear. "Why are you so careless?" After saying that, he handed a piece of paper to her.

   When he was hesitating about whether to pick it up or not, Ziyue made it in one step and directly held the cardboard boxes in front of the scene.

   "Jingbao, wipe."

   is really timely and relieves the embarrassment.

   Lay down the bones at the scene.

   "When I think of the plot in the play, I inevitably lose my mind."

   "Oh, where is the plot, let me hear it." He asked earnestly, as if he was really listening.

   Yingjing also said casually, who knew he was still asking. Was this person intentional or unintentional? I have to say that Lu Yi was very serious when filming, and even discussed the plot with them often outside the film.

   Thanks to the good memory of the occasion, I can remember the later episodes.

   told a story that is still the climax of the play.

  Lu Yi nodded after listening.

   "I was impressed when I watched this episode earlier."

  I thought it would be over like this, but the director who was half-drunk and a little sober heard them discussing the plot and couldn't help holding a cup and came over. "What else? The plot? Let me hear it too!"

   Gosh.

   She is going back to sleep.

  Who wants to talk about the plot in the middle of the night?

  Lü Yi seemed to see through her thoughts and pulled the director to the other side with a smile. "You're drunk, let's talk about it next time! Everyone should go back to rest when it's late."

   After he finished speaking, he did not wait for him to agree or disagree, and directly called someone to help the director away.

   On the way back to the hotel, Yan Wei followed them unhurriedly, and Ziyue walked with the scene.

   "Jingbao, I always feel that the way Lu Yi looks at you is not right, you should pay attention."

   bowed his head to reply to the message.

   Hearing what the assistant said, he hummed, probably because he was absent-minded and didn't listen.

   He put down his phone before looking at someone and asking what he just said.

   Ziyue patiently repeated it, and after listening to the words, she thought about it carefully.

   There is no place for Lu Yi to go overboard, and the regular chat and greetings are the same for everyone.

   Could it be that he still has two faces in front of her?

   "That's because you didn't notice it, I can see it clearly, the look he looked at you was like...like..." For a moment, Ziyue couldn't find an adjective to describe it.

   answered in response to the situation for her.

   "It's like the look in Yan Wei's eyes when he looks at you."

  Ah~ yes yes yes yes.

and many more.

   What kind of eyes did Yan Wei look at Ziyue.

   Well, how to say it to them.

   Ziyue stared innocently, Ying Jing smiled and patted her on the shoulder, even Yan Wei, who was following behind, was stunned when he heard what Ying Jing said.

  The way he looked at Ziyue.

   restrained and polite.

  …

   For this little episode, Yingjing didn’t take it to heart.

   After returning to the hotel, he picked up what was interrupted earlier and chatted with Wen Fucheng for more than an hour. Hearing that she had begun to bring on a sleepy voice, the other end of the phone reluctantly hung up.

   Until he hung up the phone, he didn't ask what the words said on the previous phone call meant.

  Assistant Zhang was still working overtime with the boss, and he personally watched the boss's face turn from cloudy to sunny, which was a few words of credit for the occasion.

   Fortunately, he is still racking his brains to figure out how to coax the boss.

  The next day, I went to the studio for the occasion, and along the way, I heard someone whispering and looking in the same direction, with Song Zai's name mixed in.

  I didn't know at first, but later I heard that Song Zai came to the set with that face with a slap in the face, and even the director confirmed it several times and asked him how he did it.

  Song Zai's mouth was so stubborn that he had to knock it, and even the thick foundation on his face still couldn't cover it up, but he felt a little more trying to hide it.

   Indignant to the director.

   "You fell so well! I have to admire that you can knock yourself to the point of slapping yourself."

   The slightly swollen face seems to have been processed, otherwise the old Gao, who is not swollen, will be blamed for the sound he heard last night.

  Rao is like this, this slightly swollen face is also very annoying in front of the director.

  The actor's private life has always had nothing to do with them, but once it affects the play, the attitude is obvious.

  The director directly asked him to go back to rest, and come back when the slap mark disappears.

  Song Jae's scene was moved to the back to shoot.

   After taking a break from the scene, Ziyue happily ran to her side to share the gossip she just heard.

   "Jingbao, do you know what I just knew?"

  Why are you still twisting your mouth.

"what do you know?"

"The slap print on Song Zai's face! There was a lot of commotion in the morning. He insisted on saying that he fell, but thinking about it would make him laugh. He might as well say that he was drunk last night and couldn't open his fan when he was sober. A slap." The director may be more convinced.

   "So you know why."

"I heard it too. The town is just that big. Except for the crew, no one else came. A little sister said that they saw Song Zai and Xiao Qinghe outside last night. Even though they were far apart, they were still vaguely visible. appearance."

   It turned out that it was not only her, but also others.

   "Just listen to this, tell me it's okay, don't pass it on again and again, be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth."

   Ziyue is of course clear, she just heard it and shared it with Yingjing.

  Others, she wouldn't say it out loud.

  If you get caught on fire, you will lose more than you gain.

  Here is the occasion to concentrate on shooting, and the days go by.

   It has been more than a month since I left Shanghai City, because the road is rough, and it has been rainy in the mountains recently.

   Ying Jing refused Wen Fucheng's request to come and see her several times.

   On weekdays, she went to play early, and she stayed in the hotel room to make videos with Wen Fucheng, which could be regarded as relieving the pain of lovesickness.

   Look at the woman with the delicate little face on the screen.

   The man's Adam's apple moved, and he opened his mouth with some distress.

"Thin."

   lost a lot of weight.

   These words cannot be faked due to the situation. Recently, the shooting time is tight, and every day is a drama.

   It is necessary to hang Weiya and make a big movie again. Rao is still a little overwhelmed by Yingjing’s physical fitness no matter how good it is.

   (end of this chapter)