"Snapped--"

After a clear loud bang, a naughty female voice shouted in surprise, "I'm sorry, Miss Duan, I forgot to misplace it!"

"Pa--" There was another loud noise.

"Director! I forgot the lyrics!"

"Snapped--"

"Director, didn't my slap go well?"

"Snapped--"

"Director! Did I not play gracefully enough?"

"Snapped--"

"Miss Duan, I'm sorry, I beat you until you took off your makeup!"

"Snapped--"

"Ah——! Miss Duan, don't bite me! There is no rule in the play that you can bite me!"

…………

When the clock struck three o'clock at midnight, the director finally announced the end of work with a tired look on his face.

He was holding a pile of used films and wanted to cry without tears.

This Miss Mu Siyu didn't come here to film, she just came to cause trouble!

Following the director's lament, Mu Siyu, who was sitting aside removing her makeup, sneezed hard.

Song Ying thoughtfully put a coat on Mu Siyu, "You're wearing so little, are you catching a cold?"

"My Yingying is better!" Mu Siyu tried her best to smile and turned her head to look at herself in the mirror.

Xiao Jirong's fingerprints on the left cheek are still vaguely visible, and the deep tooth marks left by Duan Mingyue's bite on the right cheek.

Are these two people destined to be her doom?

She narrowed her eyes angrily, "Xiao Jirong, this breeding pig! Duan Mingyue, this bitch!"

Her voice was quite loud, attracting various glances from the people packing things around the set.

Song Ying pushed her gently, "Siyu, please keep your voice down! You beat Duan Mingyue very badly. His whole face is swollen..."

Thinking of Duan Mingyue's swollen face when she left, Song Ying suddenly wanted to laugh unscrupulously. She, the entertainment goddess, was beaten like Super Mario. She was as funny as she wanted.

Mu Siyu snapped the mirror shut and twitched the corners of her mouth, "Xiao Jirong slapped me, and I will slap her woman ten times in return! This is called tit for tat!"

Song Ying suddenly realized that this was what Mu Siyu had in mind.

She sighed and patted Mu Siyu's back gently, "Why did you quarrel again this time?"

"I gave pervert Chen Hang a real pain in the ass." Song Ying's gentle tone made Mu Siyu's arrogance a little bit extinguished, "You don't have to worry about him harassing you anymore. At least for a short time, he will

I don’t have the guts yet.”

"Bang——" The mirror in Song Ying's hand hit the ground firmly and broke into pieces.

"Siyu, you..." She bit her lip. The huge impact made her look at Mu Siyu with tears in her eyes, "He is the son of the director of water conservancy...you did it for me..."

"Don't look at me so gratefully." Mu Siyu waved her hand, stood up and took Song Ying's hand to leave the set, "If you are very grateful to me, treat me to a midnight snack!"

Song Ying looked at Mu Siyu with tearful eyes. After a long while, she finally stopped crying and said, "Foodie!"

"Foodies don't have to worry about anything, they just want it." Mu Siyu shook her head nonchalantly, holding Song Ying's hand like an ordinary eighteen-year-old girl, and the two left the set laughing.

No one noticed that on the street opposite the studio, a black BMW drove quietly towards the Xiao family villa carrying a sinister-looking Duan Mingyue.

"That Chen Hang incident...what do you think will be written in tomorrow's news?" Sitting in a small rental house, Song Ying held the noodles that had just been cooked and looked at Mu Siyu who was devouring them with a sad look on her face.

"I think we should make a bet, whether tomorrow there will be more news about Genzi, the son of the water conservancy director who was killed, or whether Duan Mingyue was slapped in the face!" Mu Siyu wolfed down the noodles and laughed heartlessly.
Chapter completed!