I'm back, finally back to the Wuxi Film and Television Base.
Moreover, although the director gave her a look, Chang Mian was right. What she had worked so hard to achieve was worthless in his eyes.
"Stuck!" The director made a gesture: "Next show!"
"Sister Xin, drink some water." The assistant handed over a glass of lemonade.
Chang Shang wiped the sweat from her neck and fanned herself with her hand.
She looked at the assistant next to her. This was the assistant assigned to her by Master Qin, named Alan, "Alan, thank you."
"Sister Xin, it's my job to take care of you." Alan is about the same age as her, lively, meticulous in work, and not afraid of hardship.
"Sister Xin, you did a great job shooting these scenes. They were all done in one go." Alan leaned into her ear and said, "Although the director didn't praise you, he rarely treats people so kindly. Come on, sister Xin."
Chang Shang herself feels very good. She has thought out these scenes very well, and she doesn't know if she has entered the state. It is much smoother than when she first came to the crew.
She then focused all her attention on filming. The happiest days were when she worked for her hobbies, and she didn't have to look at Chang Mian's face. Although there were intrigues on the set, she would try to avoid them.
She just wants to stay out of trouble and do what she likes with peace of mind.
Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and there were no scenes for her in the past week, so she returned to City A. Alan took her shopping, shopping one after another. The two of them were exhausted and panting. Finally, when they got home, she went straight to Simmons.
Once I fell down, I never wanted to get up again.
"Sister Xin, I'll put your things on the table and I'll leave first."
Xinshangshang hummed: "Well, I won't give it to you."
"It's okay, Sister Xin, you have a good rest. I'll come back to you in two weeks."
Chang Shang turned over, grabbed the pillow, and rested her head on it. She was so tired that she didn't want to move.
After a while, the door opened. Chang Shang had fallen asleep and didn't notice anyone coming in at all.
When she was sleeping, she was as peaceful as a white lotus, and her face was as beautiful as porcelain that could be broken with a finger.
Chang Mian sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, and took a strand of black hair from her ear with his slender fingers and tucked it behind her ear. His calloused fingertips traced her full and smooth forehead, slender eyebrows, and straight eyebrows.
The bridge of her nose finally landed on her lips smeared with pink lipstick, and she paused.
His fingertips carefully stroked the soft patch, tracing the line of her lips leisurely. He wiped off the lip gloss on her mouth with a tissue, slowly lowered his head, and pressed his thin lips with a hint of coldness.
He kissed her very softly, with no intention of waking her up.
The movement was so light that it was as if he was not kissing her lips, but a real lotus flower, for fear of breaking the petals.
After not seeing each other for two months, she had become whiter, but she had also lost some weight, and her collarbone was more protruding.
Suddenly his mouth felt dry and she was beside him. He leaned down and unbuttoned his tie and buttons. He looked at her and kissed her gradually.
The self-restraint he had developed over the years was completely shattered after kissing those lips. He didn't believe in any bullshit love, and he never thought that one day he would have a lust for a woman.
He was used to being at ease and never wanted to let any woman enter his heart.
Even if it was to meet his physiological needs, he would only raise one.