Contrary to Fang Jing's imagination, the sex scene was actually very awkward to film. There were more than a dozen cameras filming around and there were a bunch of people watching outside.
It just so happens that the director also teaches you how to lower your head and lower your eyebrows.
This scene is an interior scene, in a small cabin with low lighting. In order to create an atmosphere at night, the director also sealed the windows and dimmed the lights inside the room.
"Xiao Linzi, we will be husband and wife starting tomorrow. Don't worry, I will work with you to take revenge on Yu Cangzi after we get married."
"Well! Thank you, senior sister!"
At this moment, Lin Pingzhi had mixed emotions and was in a state of confusion. His father-killing enemy was very powerful, and he might not be able to defeat him with his martial arts in a lifetime.
Originally he wanted to use the power of the Huashan Sect, but a few days ago he learned that his master was also coveting the Lin family's evil-fighting sword manual, and he even got it.
He has no use value now.
"The wedding is tomorrow, aren't you happy?"
Sensing that Lin Pingzhi's tone was a bit light, Yue Linshan looked slightly sideways.
"No, I'm happy!"
"Um!"
Feeling something tickling her from behind, Li Yitong hummed inaudibly and her heart beat faster.
Of course she wouldn't be so naive as to think it was a lighter.
But she didn't blame Fang Jing. The two of them were upstairs and very close to each other. It was normal to have physiological reactions when filming this kind of scene. Fortunately, they were covered by a quilt and no one outside could see it.
"Sister, I..."
Fang Jing looked embarrassed. He was really embarrassed. He wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. He scolded Lu Yang bloody in his heart. Let's just film. Why are we still hugging him?
Just keep hugging each other and don't end it quickly.
For no reason, Lu Yang took the blame.
"What's wrong? Are you worried?"
Li Yitong tilted his head, his face flushed.
While others were not paying attention, Li Yitong's waist trembled slightly and she teased him a little.
At this moment, if Fang Jing doesn't feel anything, then he is no longer a man.
Although he still felt something was wrong in his heart, the moment Li Yitong moved slightly, he almost lost control.
Is this woman a devil?
People outside didn't know what was going on. They saw one looking shy and the other looking familiar and evasive, and they applauded their acting skills.
Now Lin Pingzhi was conflicted in his heart. He had already made up his mind to practice the evil sword technique, and felt a little sorry for Yue Linshan.
But hatred blinded him, and he had to avenge himself.
Frowning slightly, Fang Jing's heart beat faster. He just wanted to end the shooting as soon as possible.
Who can withstand this?
He is not Liu Xiahui. Thousands of years ago, Liu Xiahui hugged the girl in the cold wind at night, shivering with cold, and her big ideas were blown away by the ice and snow.
Things are different now! The beauty is in my arms, the breeze is just right, and the sun is not dry.
"Senior sister..." Fang Jing's voice was filled with guilt.
Li Yitong turned around and leaned on his shoulder, caressing his face and said sweetly: "Xiao Linzi, we will be husband and wife tomorrow, do you still call me senior sister?"
…
Magic City, at night, unable to sleep, Fang Jing got up wearing slippers, went to the study room, and opened his laptop.
He has returned from Huashan and will attend an event tomorrow.
The two of them tacitly understood the matter with Li Yitong and did not mention it again.
Afterwards, he didn't dare to look at Li Yitong, but she was calm, as if nothing had happened, and she was still smiling.
This made Fang Jing very hurt. If the other party threw another five hundred yuan, the scene would be unimaginable.
"Boss, can this feature have more words? Guo Jing can fight so many moves with Huang Yaoshi in martial arts, is it going to end later?"
In the review section of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, some attentive readers noticed that The Condor Heroes is coming to an end, but it is only over 800,000 words long!
In the era of online articles with millions of words, Fang Jing’s complete book is really the conscience of the industry.
After logging in to the author account, Fang Jing replied to the reader: "What do you call this book? I am a newbie. This is the first book. As for lengthening it, I have not thought about it. I just finish telling the story."
Clicking on the backend, looking at the remaining dozen chapters, Fang Jing sent out two chapters.
Then continue coding.
Now I will save one chapter every day, and I will finish it by the end of the month. Readers can see the final remarks in mid-August.
"Hey, I'm already at level five!"
Half an hour later, Fang Jing, who had finished writing a chapter, returned to the page and found that his writer level in the upper right corner was level five.
A level five author means that his annual income from manuscript fees reaches more than 150,000 yuan.
This vest was issued by Fang Hui's ID card, and the phone number and bank card account number were naturally reserved by Fang Hui. He had never known the status of the royalties.
Occasionally, I forgot to mention it when I called home, and thought it was pocket money for Fang Hui.
For Fang Jing, who has a deposit of more than 100 million, the monthly royalties of tens of thousands are really uninteresting.
…
At dawn, thousands of miles away in Chengdu, Fang Hui got up early because she would soon be working in a restaurant.
She graduated from junior high school in June and planned to work part-time to earn some money before school started in September. She has been working for a month now.
In the past, Prospect would give her pocket money, but for some reason in the past six months, it hadn't given her a penny, and she didn't dare to ask.
Fang Jing was under a lot of pressure at work and rarely saw him on TV this year. Fang Hui suspected that his brother might have lost his job.
On the last singer's program, he sang one song a week, and they gave him 20,000 yuan! How much was left after all the air tickets, food and accommodation?
Moreover, the foundation spends a lot of money, and many poor people like her who don't have enough to eat also need help.
"A young lady as beautiful as me can make money with her own hands!" Fang Hui encouraged herself as she looked at the beautiful girl with a single ponytail and a height of 1.6 meters in the mirror.
Taking off Fang Jing's white loose shirt, Fang Hui put on his own clothes.
She always wears Fang Jing's clothes secretly at home. Not to mention, they look good, but they are a bit too big and can only be worn as pajamas and house clothes.
If Fang Jing knew that Fang Hui's tailor-made, six-thousand-seven-thousand-dollar shirt was used as pajamas, he would probably vomit blood.
"Godmother, I'm going out!"
At half past seven, Fang Hui was standing in the yard with a small bag on her shoulders, a pair of light white jeans, and white sneakers, getting ready to go out.
"Come back at noon and bring me some food!" Upstairs, Xu Li opened the window and shouted, then threw down a small ball of something.
"knew!"
Fang Hui picked it up skillfully and opened it. It was fifteen yuan, ten yuan a piece and five yuan a piece.
Looking at the departing figure downstairs, Xu Li chuckled. This girl thought that Fang Jing had no money, but he had become self-reliant. The day before yesterday, she said she would give Fang Jing five hundred as a salary.
Walking happily on the street, when passing by the cash machine, Fang Hui remembered that this month's salary seemed to have been paid yesterday.
The place where she works mainly serves breakfast. She comes back at noon and doesn't have to go there in the afternoon.
The boss was busy yesterday and I don't know if he put the money into the card.
Taking out her bank card from her bag, Fang Hui walked to the cash machine and entered her password.
"One hundred million..."
Looking at the balance of hundreds of thousands, Fang Hui was confused and panicked.