She had been looking forward to the release of "Star Soul" for a long time, and there was no reason to waste her time for a playboy.
"Hey!" She tugged on Jiang Yifan's sleeve, "That's almost it."
Jiang Yifan glanced at her lightly, then lazily opened his lips in the assistant director's eager eyes, "cut!"
Almost at the same time, Ji Qinghuan, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, jumped up. His handsome face, which was still dead just now, was filled with the anger of wanting to kill people. He started to rush towards Jiang Yifan to argue, but when Jiang Yifan seemed to touch him, he jumped up.
He suddenly stopped after smiling rather than smiling.
He has never seen such a look!
He was obviously lazy, careless, and even had a faint smile, but it just made him feel frightened and frightened. His steps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, but he didn't dare to approach him.
He stood there and struggled for a long time, and the anger in his eyes finally dimmed. He clenched his fists and cursed softly before turning around and walking away.
Several of his assistants swarmed over to him, handing him towels, clothes, and hot water. Xiao Huanhuan faintly heard him cursing: "Damn, you actually put salt in the water, you are really stupid!"
Xiao Huanhuan was startled for a moment, looking at the artificial rainfall on the ground, and suddenly realized.
Just now when Jiang Yifan took her in to apply medicine, she seemed to hear him ordering his men to buy salt. The more the better. At that time, she was wondering what he wanted so much salt for. It turned out that it was put into artificial rainfall!
Ji Qinghuan's body was covered with tiny wounds pricked by rose thorns. Being soaked in salt water like this, the feeling was, tsk tsk!
It’s so cruel!
Xiao Huanhuan looked at Master Jiang with starry eyes.
Even when Master Jiang didn't use these cruel tricks on her, she still found them quite pleasing to the eye.
After changing the scenery and filming another scene, Jiang Yifan ordered the work to be stopped. Only when Xiao Huanhuan went back to her room to rest did she realize that her things had been put in the room originally prepared for Jiang Yifan, which was the best room on the third floor of the courtyard.
, looking out the window you can see a large sea of gorgeous flowers in full bloom.
Pushing open the window and smelling the rich fragrance of flowers brought by the breeze, Xiao Huanhuan was so intoxicated that she threw herself on the big bed and rolled around comfortably with the soft quilt.
After dinner, she was preparing to wash up and go to bed when someone knocked on the door, "Huanhuan, do you want to go out for a walk?"
She immediately ran out and nodded vigorously at Jiang Yifan outside the door, "Okay, okay!"
She really wanted to go out for a walk, because everyone said that this place was very beautiful, but considering that Jiang Yifan must be very tired after working for so long, she was too idle to bother him. Now that he came to her door, she didn't
What a reason to push him out!
Jiang Yifan did not drive, but just led her through the simple and beautiful alleys one after another, strolling under the moonlight. From time to time, there were unknown flowers blooming in the alleys, which made Xiao Huanhuan admire her again and again.
They walked to a park, and the lake under the moon shone with sparkling waves. He held her hand and walked slowly on the pebbles by the lake. Falling flowers scattered all over the lake, and one piece fell on his hair. She stood on tiptoe.
Carefully taking it off his head, under the moonlight, his eyes were more charming than a pool of blue lake water.
Xiao Huanhuan's heart was beating loudly, and inexplicably, she suddenly remembered a little poem that she once liked very much.
That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting.
That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth.
In that life, I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way.
