Chapter 3335 Big Star 53

But Luo Wentian couldn't portray that feeling at all, so the director just asked her to lower her head and speak. Anyway, when the time comes, dubbing will be done later, which is equivalent to giving this character a new soul.

It's better than Luo Wentian's dry voice!

Although the production cost will increase a lot, the sponsor said that he will do everything, so there is no problem.

"What he really likes is you!"

Long Qingqing's voice was very calm, but his eyes were full of pain.

"If I'm going to leave, it should be me who leaves!"

After Long Qingying finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Don't leave!"

When Luo Wentian said these words, the two people's hands became entangled, and finally Luo Wentian pushed Long Qingqing down.

"ah……"

The expression on Luo Wentian's face has always been very exaggerated.

"Card--"

The director frowned and shouted stop.

"Luo Wentian, please pay attention to the expression on your face. It's panic...yours is frightened. Did you just see a ghost?"

The director felt that he was really screwed up when he met such a person.

"Oh, got it!!"

Luo Wen nodded sweetly.

The clothes on Long Qingqing's body were already soaked.

"What if the director doesn't have a costume?"

The people from the clothing room came over.

The director frowned and looked at Luo Wentian again.

"Long Qingqing passed the one, and Luo Wentian was shot alone."

When Luo Wentian heard this, her lungs were really about to explode. Originally, she could have survived, but she just asked Long Qingyao to jump into the river a few more times.

But what is obvious is... Long Qingqing passed it safely, but she had to retake the photo all wet.

The culprit is Fang Yating.

Luo Wenting's sharp eyes glanced at Fang Yating, and Fang Yating was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head.

Luo Wentian took a few more wet shots before being taken down by her assistant to change clothes.

When I arrived at the clothing room, I saw that Long Qingqing was already sitting there blow-drying his hair, holding a cup of hot ginger tea in his hand and drinking it.

"Ah, cut..."

Luo Wentian looked directly at Long Qingxing, her eyes full of resentment, but Long Qingxing didn't even look at her.

"Ah, cut -"

Luo Wentian sat down and sneezed non-stop. She originally wanted to frame Long Qingxing, but Long Qingxing was not framed, and she seemed to be unlucky.

Especially when she saw Long Qingqing's calm expression in the mirror, Luo Wentian became even more resentful.

At this point, the hairstylist pulled her hair.

"Are you sick? It hurts me... Can you please..."

Luo Wentian had turned her anger to the hairstylist who was blow-drying her hair.

"I'm sorry, Miss Luo!"

The hairstylist had no choice but to swallow his anger.

Long Qingqing put down the tea cup and chatted quietly with the hairstylist behind him.

Compared to Luo Wentian and the others' anger here, Long Qing'an and the others were talking and laughing happily.

Seeing this, Luo Wentian became even more angry, but in front of Long Qingying, she continued to get angry with the stylist behind her, as if she had fallen behind.

No matter how I think about it, I don’t feel very comfortable.

After Long Qingying finished, he had already gone out.

Luo Wentian hadn't finished it yet, and she had just planned to torment Long Qingming, but instead she sacrificed her wife and chose soldiers, embarrassing herself to her grandmother's house.