Chapter 77 The sense of sight of wealthy siblings

The girl didn't even feel the slightest bit angry or impatient because of 'Xie Wan''s protest words.

His tone was calm and collected from beginning to end.

Looking over with a faint gaze, Ling Lan was stunned for a moment, feeling strongly that in Sheng Yuan's eyes, she was nothing more than an ant.

She actually couldn't resist it.

He swallowed unconsciously, secretly clenched his palms, and dug his nails into his flesh.

She struggled to hold on, trying to keep her aura steady.

However, the girl in black dress opposite her immediately saw through her intentions. She pursed her red lips contemptuously and snorted lightly: "You really don't know how high the world is."

"In this world, for everyone, blood represents the crown on their head."

“There has never been a moment since my father’s father’s father’s time when I was without money.”

"So Xie Wan, what about you?"

"In what capacity are you speaking to me like this here?"

"As Shi Jue's savior? Or yourself?"

"You probably don't know that the moment you followed Shi Jue into this land, within twenty minutes, all the information about you from childhood to adulthood, including that of your family, was placed on my dressing table."

"..."

On the small screen——

The girl's clear, apricot-eyed gaze approached Ling Lan, and then she raised her hand, stretched out her slender jade-like index finger, and lifted Ling Lan's chin.

"How pitiful. So what if Shi Jue brings you to his father's memorial service? I can bring a mourning black veil as his future wife, but you-"

"On a freezing rainy day, I was alone here holding an umbrella and looking forward to him."

"..."

"Xie Wan, you are not even qualified to compete with me."

…

The girl's sweet voice was clearly recorded on the radio.

Everyone listened.

They were all stunned by those words with a clear and calm tone, but which showed aloofness and coldness invisibly.

Damn it.

They felt as if they were immersed in Ling Lan's position at this moment, with Sheng Yuan standing in front of them.

Then the girl in the black dress looked at them like they were looking at garbage.

Woohoo, mom!

So cruel!

So scary!

I got goosebumps.

Isn’t this the real ‘Song Yunan’!

That person who is noble but not arrogant, arrogant but not domineering, no one can afford to offend him——

The little princess of the third chaebol——Song Yunan.

…

Let’s look at Ling Lan herself.

When her chin was touched by the coolness, she shook for the first time. The arc of the movement was so small that even the machine might not be able to clearly capture it.

But what appeared in her eyes was a clear intention to retreat.

She finally couldn't hold it back and stumbled back half a step.

Just one simple action.

Just show it directly——

At this moment, ‘Xie Wan’ faces ‘Song Yunan’.

Lost.

And off-screen——

Ling Lan also lost against Sheng Yuan.

An outstanding graduate from Beijing's No. 1 Film Academy, but in front of a female star covered in black stuff who was ridiculed by the entire Internet, looked like a vase, a decoration, and looked down upon by everyone——

The aura was completely suppressed.

There is not even a trace of room for return.

This does not mean that Ling Lan's failure is because she is unprofessional and has no redeeming qualities.

On the contrary, she is very professional and can control her emotions freely. She basically has everything a mature actor should have.

Her failure was that from the beginning, she did not take Sheng Yuan seriously. She looked down on her, looked down on her, and was sure that she was not good.

So, the moment Sheng Yuan counterattacked and took control of the situation.

She didn't react immediately.

Commonly known as——

She was all stupid.

This is also the OS in the hearts of everyone outside the studio.

It turns out that when Sheng Yuan didn't make any noise just now, it wasn't because he couldn't catch the scene——

Rather, she had been immersed in Song Yun'an's thoughts, personality, and behavior, and she regarded herself as Song Yun'an.

Dedicate yourself wholeheartedly——

Therefore, she didn't do anything, she didn't break her face, she didn't get angry, and she didn't get into a fight like a shrew. Instead, she listened quietly to what 'Xie Wan' said.

Because this is the plutocratic family that nurtured her and gave her the graceful upbringing and noble attitude she should have when treating others.

She is already Song Yunan herself.

…

"cut!"

Accompanied by a steady sound.

The opening scene of "Glory Family" has ended perfectly.

The whole place was silent.

Everyone's eyes were blankly staring at the girl in a black dress with a slender figure and a graceful posture in the center of the studio.

Jiang Mingxin stood up from the screen, with a strong smile in his eyes, and slowly raised his palms.

Pat once, then again——

Immediately afterwards, everyone applauded, which lasted for a long time.

The moment it ends.

Sheng Yuan broke away from Song Yunan's cold and stern state, and her fair and tender face returned to a light-hearted look.

After giving a polite nod to Ling Lan, who was still in a daze, she lifted up her skirt and walked out of the studio.

Everyone automatically made way for her, their eyes followed her, and they couldn't help but say -

"Sheng Yuan, I'm really surprised!"

"What a great performance! Come on!"

“Amazing! Great!”

"Nice opening scene."

"..."

In the face of so many people's praise, the girl's state before and after the filming was still the same.

He did not show any joy or elation.

But she nodded one by one, curved her lips, and thanked me humbly.

On the side, Xia Xicheng, who had been impatient for a long time, also stepped forward: "Fuck! Sister! It's really amazing! That look in your eyes just now killed me!"

Sheng Yuan paused and looked up at him: "What did you call me?"

Young Master Xia didn't think there was anything wrong with his title, and he became even more enthusiastic: "Sister!"

He beat his chest until it made a clanging sound, and even raised his head and chest, as if he was proud.
To be continued...