Momo deeply agreed. She nodded slowly, approached Song Qiao, stretched out her hand and said, "I also think it's a bit dangerous. In that case, why don't you pay for the bodyguard?"
Song Qiao expressionless put her hand on Momo's head and slowly pushed her away, "You can talk about other things, but not money." When she finished speaking, she turned her head and said, "It hurts feelings."
"I would rather let our feelings get hurt." Momo gritted her teeth.
Song Qiao shook his head, "That won't work, I will protect you resolutely."
She dropped these words and told Momo to take good care of her health, and stood up to leave first.
Today, Song Qiao still has to go to the studio to film. The delay until now is because Liang Dashan reluctantly tolerated her because of her good performance the past few days.
Song Qiao rushed to the set and was about to put on makeup when he found a group of people gathered in front of the set, as if they were watching something exciting.
She was curious in her heart, but with Liang Dashan's sword hanging above her head, she had no choice but to lower her head and walk forward. Within two steps, Zhao Gege jumped out of nowhere and grabbed her arm.
"Sister Qiaoqiao, come with me quickly." She said hurriedly.
Song Qiao was pulled forward inexplicably and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? What happened."
Zhao Gege looked angrily and wanted to yell, but because he was still on the set, he could only lower his tone and said, "Well, Yang Qingyue, he is causing trouble while you are not around."
She dragged Song Qiao into the crowd of onlookers.
The staff member was so crowded that he frowned. He wanted to curse someone but found out it was Song Qiao, so he frowned and said nothing. After all, Liang Dashan liked her now, and his status in the crew was much higher.
After finally squeezing to the front, Song Qiao saw Yang Qingyue in the heroine's costume standing in front of the camera, bending down to treat the wounds on the hero's back.
In the hazy light, Yang Qingyue's collar slipped from her shoulders and hung half in the crook of her arms, revealing her smooth shoulders and her charming charm.
"Young master is seriously injured. If you don't stay here, my little girl will definitely cover your tracks." Her tone was slow, as if she was whispering to her lover.
The man turned back, slowly gathered his clothes, suddenly approached Yang Qingyue, put his hand on her neck and slowly closed it, "Do what you should do, otherwise, you will bear the consequences..."
He dropped these words, stood up and left.
Yang Qingyue didn't have the slightest sense of fear after passing through a life-and-death situation. Instead, she slowly leaned on the bed and said with a chuckle, "Sir, come back later."
At this point in the performance, Yang Qingyue's smile changed, from the original charm to a gentle and humble one.
She sat up, nodded to the onlookers, and said, "I made everyone laugh. I just suddenly thought that there might be another way to interpret this scene, so I wanted to try it."
"Teacher Yang did a great job!"
"Yes, it's so beautiful!"
"My coming today is really worth it."
The staff had several layers of filters on Yang Qingyue. When she saw her doing this, I didn't feel it was inappropriate. I just felt that I was able to appreciate the actress's performance because she was lucky.
Yang Qingyue seemed a little embarrassed and smiled at everyone. She saw Song Qiao below from the corner of her eye and said hurriedly, "Qiao Qiao, you are here. Just in time. I will return your clothes to you."
As she talked, she walked towards this side and said casually, "We seem to have similar figures, and this dress actually fits me just right."
Song Qiao's eyes flashed, and she also raised a smile, "How could it be? I think it is more suitable for Teacher Yang to wear. After all, when I wear it, it is still a little loose."
Yang Qingyue's expression was slightly stagnant, and a hint of darkness quickly flashed across her eyes that were hiding pride.
Song Qiao was mocking her.
Others may not be able to tell, but Yang Qingyue knew very well that the clothes were actually very cramped on her body. Both her waist and shoulders were tightly tied, making it impossible for her to stretch out.
Every quick breath reminded her that this was something that didn't belong to her.
"It seems that I need to lose weight." Yang Qingyue's expression remained unchanged.
Song Qiao said, "I think Teacher Yang is just right, there is no need to torment yourself."
Hearing this, Yang Qingyue shook her head in disapproval and said, "As an actor, this is what you eat. Of course, you have to pay attention to your image at all times."
She seemed to have no intention of talking to Song Qiao anymore, and took the lead to the dressing room, "Let's go change our clothes first so as not to delay the subsequent filming.
Song Qiao followed, "Okay."
After Yang Qingyue returned the clothes to Song Qiao and left the dressing room, Zhao Gege approached Song Qiao and asked in a low voice, "Sister Qiao Qiao, why do you think she did this?"
"Want to compete with you in acting skills?"
What's the use? Song Qiao's acting skills are personally recognized by Liang Dashan, and everyone in the crew can see it. Even if Yang Qingyue's acting is not bad, she can't be compared to her.
Song Qiao closed her eyes and said quietly, "That's not what she wanted."
Zhao Gege was confused, "What is that?"
"The purpose of her doing this is to express her ambition to me, and to shape the image of other people in the crew." Song Qiao explained in a low voice.
It is true that Song Qiao's acting skills are passable, but Yang Qingyue's image has a natural filter in everyone's eyes.
As long as she has acted in relevant plots, onlookers will unconsciously compare them together. Finally, with a little innuendo, everyone will think that Yang Qingyue's acting skills are better than hers.
At that time, as long as she waits for the right time, Yang Qingyue will be able to give Song Qiao a fatal blow.
Zhao Gege's eyes widened in shock, and she couldn't help but say, "What's her purpose of going around in such a big circle? Is she just trying to get your current heroine?"
Song Qiao pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe."
While talking, there was a knock on the door, and the makeup artist came in from outside and came over to apply makeup to Song Qiao. Zhao Gege shut her mouth in time and walked outside to prepare something for her.
When passing by the lighting engineer, she heard the two men discussing in low voices.
"Did you see Teacher Yang's performance just now? I feel it's not much worse than Song Qiao."
"What do you mean it's not bad? It's obviously better than her, okay?"
"What do you think the director was thinking? He spared the role of a dignified actress, but actually let her play the role with all the dirty stuff."
"Who knows."
Zhao Gege heard their scornful tone and turned around angrily to argue with them, but considering their views on Song Qiao, he held back his anger.
Holding her breath, she stomped away.
Half an hour later, Song Qiao finished her makeup, came out of the dressing room, and started filming today's scene.
What we are going to shoot today is when the oiran Yueling was performing a performance, she was molested by some barbarians from foreign countries, and even had to kidnap her to serve her.
At the critical moment, the prince appeared and took them away, calming the turmoil.
And Yue Ling and him were acquaintances in the true sense.
The lights and scenery were ready, and Song Qiao sat in front of the guzheng and took a good posture.
