The beautiful eyes that had always stared at Nuan Xiaojun's face, after Zhao Yongqi finished speaking, finally fell back and got back into the warm chest. The jade hands that were always holding their clothes seemed to be tighter.

"Qi, hold me for a while, just a while, okay?" When the weak and delicate voice sounded, the only ear tip that could be seen seemed to be dripping from bleeding.

A hint of pity appeared in the star's eyes. Zhao Yongqi, who did not speak up again, just tightened his arms, allowing the little woman who was huddling in her arms to feel the moment warmer than the cold wind in winter.

...

"I said, Queen Damumu, it feels like the queen's character has begun to collapse recently." He walked out side by side with the little woman who smiled again. Zhao Yongqi touched his chin and glanced at the beauty who had already stared at her with big eyes, "Just tell me, how many times have you cried in the past year?"

"I didn't cry!" Queen Mumu, whose pretty face was red, waved her pink fist and gave the most serious warning.

"Oh, right!" The ignorant male god pulled up his already wet bra and said with a smile: "I was wrong. I must have sprayed saliva several times, right?"

"I'll beat you to death!" The Queen, who was so shy that she became angry, used the first secret skill of the town on the set without hesitation. The White Jade Fist, Steel Core Armor Piercing Fist, instantly hit the male god's chest, and almost hit him so hard that he could really save food for humans.

Covering his chest, he raised his hand, and blocked the Queen of Damumu who was about to pursue him. Zhao Yongqi said loudly as if he was a revolutionary martyr who was about to go to the court, "Mumu, although I have been beaten, I have a question to ask before I die. If it is not your crying nose or your saliva, then how can my clothes be soaked?"

"That's...that's, your saliva is soaked. Hehe..." Yang Mu finally gave a satisfactory answer to him, and happily gave him a sweet smile.

Xing's eyes rolled, grabbed his clothes without hesitation, stuck out his tongue, and licked the wet part of Yang Mu's stunned expression. Zhao Yongqi frowned with his sword eyebrows and said in confusion: "Queen Mu Mu, why do I saliva so salty? In the past, after filming a kissing scene, do you have to drink a jar of water?"

"I'm going to kill you!!!" Big Mumu, whose pretty face instantly blushed, rushed over again without any effort.

But it’s a pity that the male god, who was prepared this time, had already rushed out in one step, bringing a proud laugh all the way to express his excitement of success in the matter.

...

When they rushed back, or escaped back to the main road, the crowds of people watching the fun had already dispersed, but there were not many pedestrians. Because of this, Queen Mumu, who was unwilling to act in front of strangers, finally let go of the hippie and smiling bastard guy with a smug face. Of course, one after another, glaring was inevitable.

The proud male god in a good mood walked into the filming room, probably because he was in a good mood and felt it was very pleasing to everything. Even Qian Qiming's fat face was heroic in his eyes.

"Oh, Director Qian, are you already waiting for this male god to perform?" When he walked to Qian Qiming, Zhao Yongqi smiled and patted his shoulder.

"You guy, there's no serious time." Qian Qiming knocked Zhao Yongqi's head docilely. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes fell on the piece of clothes on his chest that were discolored due to tears. He frowned and pointed at the clothes and said, "What's the weird thing about you guys? Why did this clothes get wet again?"

"Hey, I have recently suffered from intermittent special time-based Parkinson's disease. I can't control the corners of my mouth. I always spit out, and I vomited like this." Zhao Yongqi looked at Yang Mu's threatening look with grief, and could only say the "big truth" unwillingly.

"Hahaha..." A burst of laughter broke out in the entire indoor field, and even Qian Qiming knocked Zhao Yongqi's head while laughing.

Wet clothes are naturally not allowed to be on camera, but the beautiful girl team in the makeup group has long known that this unreliable actor has to make trouble for some strange things if you have anything to do. Therefore, it is not that difficult to find equipment like hair dryers.

After a few minutes of hair drying, the clothes returned to dryness. Seeing that there were no wrinkles, a group of little women left with laughter.

Over the years, people close to you know that before the filming starts, Zhao Yongqi will always make a few minutes to integrate into the role.

Close his eyes and lyrics like a charlatan for a moment. When Zhao Yongqi opened his star's eyes again, the warmth in his eyes disappeared, and replaced by arrogance, ferocity and coldness.

Yang Mu, who was standing next to him, swept over Zhao Yongqi's star eyes and said subconsciously: "Xiao Qi, your acting skills are very good, but every time you see your eyes, you will feel something is wrong all over. Alas... Don't play such a role in the future, as you look afraid of people."

"Hey, I said Mumu, Mumu, don't do anything to destroy it? It's very difficult to enter the mentally ill mode of Ying Zheng." He instantly had a bitter face, and the cold feeling in his eyes disappeared immediately. The bitter Zhao Yongqi pointed at Qian Qiming and lowered his voice and said, "If you can't get into the show for a while, Fatty Qian won't eat me!"

"Director Qian, Director Qian!" Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhao Yongqi finished speaking, Yang Mu turned around and jumped with his feet and shouted excitedly: "Xiao Qi said that because you often scold him, he is in a bad state and cannot enter the show. He also said that if he can only act in a vase in the future, it will be all your fault, and he will bury you alive first."

"..." Zhao Yongqi looked speechlessly at the little woman who was talking nonsense in front of him without having to draft, knowing that it must be the retribution he had teased her before.

Amidst a large number of laughter, Fat Qian, regardless of whether Yang Mu was saying true or not, was too late to be happy to have the opportunity to teach the bastard who "bullyed" him all day long. He immediately picked up the script that was thrown in the director's seat, rushed to Zhao Yongqi with great strides, and raised the script without saying a word and chopped it up.

"I said, Director Qian, do you need to rush over to go to the bathroom and hit me without saying a word!" Zhao Yongqi, who was beaten with his head in his arms, finally waited until the fat man had enough beaten up, and then he complained with a bitter face.

"I still don't know after so many years?" Qian Qiming held his hands with a comfortable face and said with a smile: "If you slow down, you will be amused by a few words, and you will not be so powerful when you fight. Do you understand?"

"..." He stared at Fat Qian with a grievance for a long time, Zhao Yongqi gave a thumbs up, "Director Qian, I'm convinced!"

"Hahaha..." Amid the laughter, Brother Xiao Qi's face also became a little bitter.
Chapter completed!