The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (36)
Yes, the reason he came today was only to take her out to eat.
As well as shop for stuff.
He consulted his crew of friends, and they’d said that girls liked all of this stuff.
Bai Weiwei immediately smiled sweetly. “Okay, gege.”
Xiao Yi had an expression of “fuck, what the hell?”
What was that about “just act casually,” ah? With hundreds of millions of investment and his reputation as the great Director Xiao.
Which actor would dare to just act casually?
Wouldn’t he thrash her to death, ya.
Lu Zixi seemed to sense something, and he looked at Xiao Yi.
The softness in his eyes became ice-cold killing intent in less than a second.
“Do you have any complaints?”
Xiao Yi had a flattering smile on his face. “No, no, how dare I.”
Then he turned his head and wept. Was there no order in this world? He was still a director, okay?
When the site was ready.
They began to shoot the first encounter scene.
An Qian very quickly entered into acting mode. His posture was elegant, and due to the makeup, his face looked pale and sickly.
An Qian had some acting ability.
His every movement was graceful and noble as he strode towards the peach blossom forest.
In this scene, Bai Weiwei fell from the tree and into his arms.
The tree was not tall. Bai Weiwei sat on a tree branch as she softly sang an old folk song.
Wearing light pink embroidered shoes, she stepped on the flowering branches, which swayed lightly.
Through the camera lenses, Lu Zixi saw Bai Weiwei’s sweetly smiling appearance.
She seemed to act naturally.
She was usually so pure and innocent.
Lu Zixi was a bit worried about the tragic scenes she would have to act out later.
Suddenly, she fell from the tree. Without anyone to help her, she fell without any warning.
Lu Zixi immediately jumped to his feet, his heart leaping up.
An Qian looked up in surprise and immediately held out his hands to catch her.
She was soft and fragrant, like a sticky rice cake1.
Bai Weiwei used the opportunity to pull his head down and tilt her head up. All at once, the angle of their positions gave a false impression of a kiss.
She had researched this position.
In the camera view, the two accidentally kissed.
In reality, the two of them didn’t touch each other.
The look in Lu Zixi’s eyes darkened sharply. He watched them with a terrifyingly dark gaze.
His fingers clenched the arms of his chair, and the anger in his chest flared.
They didn’t stop the scene just because of the accident.
An Qian didn’t seem to realize that the two of them looked like they were kissing. Instead, he followed the plot and laughed teasingly: “Young lady who so eagerly flew into my arms, where are you from?”
Bai Weiwei used this opportunity to move away and reveal her extremely shy expression.
Her wet eyes held a hint of curiosity as well as fear and shame as she looked at him.
“Put me down.”
An Qian let out a laugh. “I will not. Since you fell into my arms by yourself, you are mine.”
Bai Weiwei grew anxious. Her face flushed, she stretched out her pink fists and gave him a soft punch. “Who are you? Your face is truly big. Put me down!”
Wait a minute. Did the script have such a chest-punching, shy and timid plot?
An Qian was also immersed in his role, and he brought out the temperament of a licentious playboy to the utmost.
He immediately grasped her chin.
“The land under heaven is zhen’s2, and so are you.”
At this sentence, Bai Weiwei’s face paled. Then she pushed him away and turned to run.
But because her skirt was too long, she tripped and once again fell into An Qian’s arms.
The two people rolled together. An Qian groaned. He knew that this accident would be cut.
So he didn’t continue. Instead, he joked, “You’re so heavy, ah, are you trying to crush me to death so that you can take my place as the super-hot star?”
Bai Weiwei lay on his chest. She lifted her slightly reddened face and smiled happily. “Yeah, ah, how did you know?”
1: 糯米糕: or glutinous rice cake/ mochi in Japanese.
2: 朕: the appellation that emperors use to refer to themselves.