MTL - Decadent Beauty, Rely on Gou Became Popular-Chapter 11 011

Bao Ruanruan was relieved when he heard the director shouting card.

Almost at the fastest speed, two meters away from Han Mo.

There must be a few people in between, so that the safety factor is high.

Her sixth sense is keen, and she found that from just now, Han Mo's eyes have swept her no less than ten times, and the time spent each time is still a little long.

The package is soft and the scalp is tingling.

When she finished work, she ran to pack up without looking back.

I wish I could say goodbye to Han Mo, who has a high hatred value.

"How about today's shoot?"

As soon as she sat down in the lounge, Chen Feng called with concern.

The bag is soft and soft to remove makeup, while thinking carefully, "I tried my best."

Today she tried her best to stay away from the enemy.

But he obviously still pays attention to her and doesn't know what plan he planned with Lu Wenxi to deal with her. He didn't do anything today, but the alarm has not been lifted.

She can't take it lightly.

There will be two separate scenes for the next shoot. Need to be more careful.

It's like walking on thin ice.

"Hmm. I'll be more careful next time I shoot. 200% of the spirit."

As she spoke, she took out a small notebook and carefully supplemented the next 'prudence' guidelines.

Han Mo just finished talking to his assistant, and when he went to the exclusive dressing room, he passed by this rest room for supporting roles.

The girl's ethereal, soft, but strong voice full of willpower, word by word, clearly entered his ears.

He took a step, stood at the door, and saw her pretty face tanned by the sun, and she was serious in taking notes on the script while talking.

In her crying scene just now, in this "Kunning" web drama crew, few actresses can make such an immersive performance.

Female No. 1 actress, some idols are burdened, and she can't cry like she just ignored her image and feared death with all her heart.

To be honest, he couldn't give any extra guidance for the performance just now.

It's all like this, she is still not satisfied with herself, and thinks she has to work harder?

Han Mo took a deep breath.

Personality aside, she is very serious in her pursuit of performance, not as disrespectful as the legend of the Internet.

【Lu Wenxi: How is it, Brother Han? Is she bad, did the director scold her and cry? Talk to me now! 】

Han Mo: “…”

Not only did she not scold her, the director also wanted to praise her.

【Lu Wenxi: Hahaha, Brother Han, when did you learn a sense of humor! As soon as he opened his mouth, he was an old onmyoji! 】

Han Mo: "?"

[Lu Wenxi: The director's 'praise' made her cry, regretted coming to the crew, right? Great! 】

Han Mo: "..."

It won't fix him.

He didn't know what to say.

Walking into the dressing room, he looked at the time, only to realize that today ended earlier than any other day.

There are no N machines at all as expected today, and her crying scenes are done once or twice, very beautiful.

He flipped through the script, and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow there will be two opposite scenes with her and a few other female supporting roles.

"Remind the field coordinator that I will ask for leave the day after tomorrow and I need to change the shooting time. I just told Director Chen."

The assistant will call immediately.

A few minutes later, the assistant replied, "Brother Han, everyone else is fine, only one soft bag is left, and it is not in the dressing room, so I can't be contacted. It seems that I have left, and I will contact you when I come back. Her agent."

Gone?

Han Mo was startled.

The first time he met, the young actor did not say goodbye to the senior before leaving.

Does she not understand the rules, or is she rude?

In the circle, seniority has always been discussed. Just like when he first debuted, he had to say goodbye to every senior when he left the crew.

Even today, when he leaves the crew, he will say goodbye to the director and staff, as well as to the actors who played on the same day.

"It seems to be gone? The field manager doesn't know?"

She left without saying a word to the field manager. What if she was scheduled to play again tonight?

Is she not sure?

What is her attitude...

"Forget it, let's go." Han Mo finished changing his clothes and got up with the script.

Greeted a few actors and field managers. He was in a hurry. He was about to say goodbye to the assistant director and walked to the director's lounge when he heard a familiar, clear and soft female voice.

"Director Chen, when will the water play be filmed tomorrow, what time is it in the morning? Where is that water pool, can I take a look in advance today?"

Han Mo's footsteps stopped for a moment.

Is the package soft?

She is still proofreading tomorrow's play with the director, and she has to go to the venue in advance?

Two big words of dedication almost flashed behind her slender body.

The bag inside the door is soft, and I don't know that someone is making up for it.

She was looking at the script with a headache—[The Concubine Yu pretended to be pushed into the lake by Concubine Min, was immediately submerged by the lake, and was rescued by the emperor. ]

Good guy, she called him good guy!

Once she was in the game, she also played a scene of falling into the water.

After she fell, she injured the back of her head and fell into a coma, but the crew thought she was holding her breath. When she found out that something was wrong and rescued her, she was out of breath.

This script is dangerous!

Not to mention, she has to wait for the 'Emperor' to save her.

Who played the emperor?

'Hostile faction' Han Mo.

What if he is one step behind?

Her scalp tingles just thinking about it.

It is better to rely on others than herself, she must be fully prepared.

So, she went directly to ask the director.

"The artificial lake is in the film and television city. Turn right here for about 500 meters."

The bag nodded softly.

After she went, she wanted to observe the depth of the lake.

Make sure your feet can reach the bottom of the lake.

Drowning is difficult if you can stand up.

But the lake is too shallow and too small to rule out the probability of an accident when she falls and bumps her head...

"Director Chen, you see me pretending to be killed and falling into the water, can I use this posture?"

Assistant director Zhou Tianchen glanced at it, nodded and pondered, "It's okay."

Han Mo, who was standing at the door, looked complicated.

She is really different from the rumors.

Han Mo turned around quietly, unwilling to eavesdrop.

But just as she was about to leave, she heard her say, "Then in the next scene, after I was rescued from the lake, I pretended to see the emperor as Concubine Min and scratched the emperor's face twice. , can you scratch it lightly?"

"Huh?"

"Hey, how can I bear to do such rude things to Teacher Han!"

The package is soft and sincere.

Originally, the hatred value is high, and the favorability value is negative.

If she scratches his face again, then she will run all the way towards immortality.

It's time for retribution, she loves peace.

"Yo, are you still his fan?" The assistant director was surprised.

Bao Ranruan froze for a moment, her eyelashes trembled, "Hey, I'm just a life powder."

As long as she lives well, she can call anyone.

"Ha OK, I was just pretending to scratch him. He is the emperor, you are the concubine, you really want to be copied by the nine clans!?"

Bao Ruan Ruan sighed in relief, "That's good."

Han Mo stood there.

She or... his life powder?

As long as the idol is alive and well, he will support him unconditionally.

That night, Han Mo tossed and turned.

Finally, she got up and sent a message to Lu Wenxi.

[I also met a fan. 】

[She may have some moral issues, but... I'm a big fan of mine, and I'm a little messed up now. 】

Lu Wenxi, who was playing 5v5, glanced at the message that popped up, "???"

"Ouch, I'm going!"

"Fuck, Zhuge Liang, what are you dreaming about!"

Lu Wenxi: "!"

Infuriating.

I lost a game and lost the ranking!

Damn!

He quit the game and glanced at WeChat, "What are you doing, Brother Han?"

Ten minutes later, Han Mo received the message.

[Lu Wenxi: The king brings bronze, you can bring the fans to progress! Don't worry, Brother Han, come to a 5v5 game! Take me to fly! 】

Han Mo fell into deep thought.

Let fans improve?

In a few days, the sun is just rising.

Bao was soft in bed, and received an excited voice message from Chen Feng in the WeChat group.

"Xiao Bao, did you talk to a senior in the "Kunning" crew? A senior recommended you to be a supporting role in an anti-Japanese crew. The role is not big, but it is quite positive. Underground female party members."

The bag held his head softly and dazedly.

What senior did she talk to?

"Oh, that might be the assistant director. I told him a lot yesterday."

"Yes! It seems that you are acting really well, keep it up!"

Chen Fengxin has registered a #package softsoft studio account#, ready to do all her marketing for her.

"By the way, at ten o'clock today, "Kunning" will be put on the makeup poster, and it also comes with a line from everyone. How is your line recorded?"

Bao Ruanruan tried hard to recall, "It's okay, it's the level of forgiveness from black fans."

Chen Feng: "...??"

Bao Ranruan sniffed his nose and clicked on Weibo, which he had not dared to read for a long time.

Number of followers: 590,000.

The last time the original body posted a blog, she wrote about her heartbreak, and comforted her in the comment area. There are less than 100 real fans.

The remaining 40,000 to 50,000 pieces are all black fans who have been removed from fans or who scolded her.

She made a big fuss about the engagement ceremony, not only offending the capital Lu family and Lu Wenyao's relatives, friends and girlfriend fans, but also offending his fiancee - actress Tang Yuxin.

Tang Yuxin has 69.32 million Weibo followers.

Even if one digit is removed, others can crush her.

The bag was soft and felt a chill behind me, so I quickly turned off the phone.

She does not seek to increase her fans, but only to lose her fans.

I beg the black fans to get rid of her quickly!

The Lu Group.

Lu Wenyao and Tang Yuxin just finished lunch and are preparing for the afternoon meeting.

The assistant knocks on the door.

"Mr. Lu, our Haiming gas stove brand spokesperson, Han Mo is the first person to consider. You can see that this is the character image and lines he is shooting."

The assistant took the PAD and pulled out the official makeup photos and recorded Weibo of "Kunning".

Lu Wenyao raised his eyebrows and put down the signature pen in his hand.

took over the PAD, but the assistant's index finger accidentally pressed the video link at the bottom of the Weibo list - Yao Fei Mo Ruyu.

For a moment.

A shrill screaming voice, accompanied by a disheveled hair, red lips and a white face with black eyeliner, terrifyingly appeared on the screen.

"Bitch, you hurt me!"

Lu Wenyao: "...!"

"I'm going to hell, and I'll drag you down too!"

Lu Wenyao: "...!!"

The PAD he was holding was instantly hot, and his hand was instantly pulled away.

Slam it on the laptop.

Between breathing, the computer screen goes black.

Lu Wenyao: "..."