Feng Cai'er walked down step by step, her slender fingers playing the rhythm on the handrail of the stairs.

The script wrote: [Xuan Yonglin sat down on the sofa in front of Yao Shouyue and played with a peach fan on the table. 】

Feng Cai'er unfolded the fan, closed the fan together, and repeated it without a match, just a light gauze fan, which fell into her hands, but her charming demeanor made people feel that even if she was lying down like this for a day, it was all good-looking.

"What is the matter with you coming to Mrs. An?" She read out the lines from the script.

Ning Die replied: "My mother ...... her"

She raised her gaze and bumped into the undisguised disdain in Feng Cai'er's eyes, and the lines on her lips were slow, "My mother is sick and wants to ......"

The disdain in Feng Cai'er's eyes deepened, and she wanted to poke straight into Ning Die's heart.

"I want to borrow some silver from Aunt An......" Ning Die said stiffly.

Feng Cai'er got down from the sofa, walked up to her, and lifted her chin with a paper fan, "Borrow money from Mrs. An?" ”

In the script, it said: [Yao Shouyue felt that this action of lifting her chin was very humiliating, and pushed the fan away angrily, but she was worried that the other party was an important guest of her aunt, and she began to be nervous in her heart. 】

Ning Die frowned, and was about to reach out to push the fan away, seeing the sneer on Feng Cai'er's mouth, Ning Die's anger moved a little sincerely, and she slapped the fan away directly.

Feng Cai'er followed with a glare, and there was a killing intent with a long sword out of the sheath.

Ning Die couldn't help but lean back slightly, which was an instinctive reaction made by people when they perceived danger.

It could not be more natural and appropriate to represent tension here.

Is she using her acting skills to guide the other party to act? Ning Die was surprised, followed by a burst of shame, comparing her with Feng Die'er, she was obviously not on the same level as others.

"The temper is not small," Feng Cai'er hooked her lips, and her jade hand with pink nails directly locked Ning Die's chin, "I see that you have a bit of a posture, these years the soldiers are in a hurry, no one is having a good time, and Mrs. An's money is not blown by the wind." ”

She said as she used her other hand to draw circles on Ning Die's face, gently caressing Ning Die's skin with only her long nails.

Out of physiological reaction, Ning Die had goosebumps and couldn't help but shiver.

"Too—"

Director Deng Jiahui shouted to stop, "Very good, take a ten-minute break." ”

Ning Die's legs sat on the ground limply.

Feng Cai'er's aura was too strong, and if she looked at each other for one more second, she was really afraid that as written in the script, Yao Shouyue was frightened by the ill-will in Xuan Yonglin's eyes.

And in fact, her face was not much better at this time, it was cold, she had been wearing a wet school uniform for so long, her whole body was cold, Li Sheng did not arrange an agent and assistant for her for the time being, Ning Die got up alone, and then went to the dressing room alone to change the clothes and make-up for the next scene.

She and the other three actresses share a dressing room, and now Lin Laiyu is filming, and there are only Ning Die and the other two women in this dressing room.

"Some people pluck the chicken feathers on their bodies and put on the tail of the phoenix, but they still don't have the life of the phoenix."

Hearing this, Ning Die's thrush moved, she turned her back to the two women, and from the mirror, she could see that the two of them looked at each other and smiled from time to time, and the other continued, "No, if you have the ability to disguise to the end, others will be convinced." ”

"Not to mention licking your face and stealing other people's roles, your strength is not as good as others."

"The opening ceremony was so noisy, and I didn't know that I was going to ask for guilt and change the role."

"It's really eyeless, anyone dares to grab the role."

The two of you said a word, and your eyebrows danced.

Ning Die lost her eyebrow pencil and threw it on the table, there is a lot of competition in the film industry, some people can't survive for several years, while some people are lucky.

In the eyes of those who work hard, Ning Die is naturally a person of good luck.

Some people choose to say a few cool words behind their backs, and some people can't hold their breath.

Ning Die's clothes had already changed, she wore a cheongsam and put on her coat, didn't say anything, and directly twisted the door to go out to breathe.

She could almost imagine how the two women would have smirked when she closed the door.

In the corridor outside the dressing room, she leaned against the wall for a while, and a group of people pushed shelves full of clothes to a dressing room in front, busy asking Ning Die to make way, and in front of her was Feng Die'er's exclusive room.

"You guys, what are you doing?" Ning Die asked puzzledly, there are so many clothes, each one looks luxurious and elegant, and the price is not cheap.

"Miss Feng made people specially customize the fashion for filming." A man pushing the cart replied.

"I would venture to ask, how many are there?"

"One hundred and eight."

What a big stroke, in order not to delay the time of others to transport goods, Ning Die turned sideways to give up her position, her face was a little gloomy, in this play, Feng Die'er is undoubtedly going to shine.

"Ning Die-" A woman from the same crew ran over to pass the word, "Someone came to the set to look for you." ”