At the end of the performance, Jian Xia couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and was a little proud of her appearance, she couldn't show her timidity in front of Chu Ning, compared with her, her advantage was only in her appearance, which was more in line with the requirements of the role.

Song Ling? This relationship is not within the scope of his own consideration, An Yu is harsh, and he is never vague about his works, and it is a pipe dream to get on top of the background by virtue of it.

After watching Jian Xia's performance, Chu Ning felt a little confident in his heart, Jian Xia's Rongyu was too attentive, and she did not match the identity of a courtesan who was famous in Shanghai.

Chu Ning moved two chairs together, took off his cashmere shawl, and after signaling to An Yu to start the performance, he lay on his side on the chair, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, revealing his white forearms, loosely supporting his forehead, and closing his eyes, as if he was taking a nap.

The camera looked at An Yu's eyes, stepped forward, buckled the table twice, and pretended to knock on the door, Chu Ning didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't react for a long time. The camera pretended to push the door and entered, hearing the slight sound of footsteps.

Chu Ning frowned slightly, only then opened his eyes, lazily turned his head, glanced at his side, and naturally sighed unconsciously when he was sleepy in his throat, propped himself up, stood on his bare/naked feet, reached for his shoes, and looked closely, only to find that her feet were rose-red nail polish, which was beautiful and beautiful.

Fingers brushed over the somewhat unkempt hair, hooked up the shawl to wrap his shoulders casually, curled up to the table, and made a gesture of pouring water in the void, "Prepare your favorite drink." "It's simple and natural, and it immediately becomes clear that this is her regular customer.

A series of actions directly make people feel the lazy and delicate of a courtesan at the top of a circle.

The wide shawl and bright red nail polish undoubtedly show that the predecessors in the entertainment industry are not leaky about the audition, which aggravates Chu Ning's creation of the whole atmosphere and makes people feel more intuitively.

The guest was about to leave, Chu Ning didn't get up to send it, just sat at the table, with a coquettish smile, the moment he closed the door, Chu Ning's smile also faded, but there was no ridicule, no resentment, just a plain and natural expression.

This moment is enough to make people distinguish the height of the two people's expressions.

A woman who has been in Red Lane for ten years, a woman who has reached the top, and the only thing left by reading thousands of sails is calm.

Jian Xia bit her lip, Chu Ning still had a gentle smile like that, the staff felt that Song Ling's performance was almost unwatchable, and Rong Yu was simply tailor-made for Chu Ning.

Song Ling also sighed unconsciously in his heart, this is the aftersight, and the whole performance has no gaps.

If you find another way, you can only gamble.

Song Ling sat on the chair, only 2/3 of the chair, straightened her back, her knees were tightly together, her calves were oblique at 45 degrees, but her toes were gently on the ground, her legs appeared more slender, and her oblique bangs hung down, slightly blocking Song Ling's side face, and her fingers brushed from time to time to make people understand that she was reading a book, and her posture was elegant, which was diametrically opposed to the previous Chu Ning, which made people feel incompatible with the word courtesan.

Similarly, when the camera approached, Song Ling didn't pay attention to it, but the staff didn't look at it very much, thinking that Song Ling was doing the same.

After the camera walked in, Song Ling didn't even raise his head, he still flipped through the book three times and twice, the camera was not sitting, nor walking, thinking about whether he should play freely, he was treated coldly, so he pretended to be a little annoyed and shook his hand to leave, Song Ling closed the book, supported his jaw softly, seemed to be smiling, looked at his back, and said unhurriedly: "Why, is it so angry today?" ”

The guest turned around, pulled out a chair and sat down with a grin, but Song Ling stood up and walked to the back, as if he was fiddling with something in his hand, slightly tapped his chin, as if following some rhythm, turned around and approached the camera, looked down at him from above, stretched out his plain white hand, lowered his voice, and became soft: "Please let me dance." ”

The abrupt request made the camera stunned, and An Yu squinted, this actress is a little different.

The pearl-like courtesan, the entry and exit of the room must be dignitaries, and naturally it will not be like ordinary fireworks. The nobles want to have fun, but they will not lower their status, and the elegant ballroom dancing unconsciously makes people look up to them.

It wasn't until the guests left that the staff realized that it seemed that Song Ling hadn't laughed until now.

People thought that the performance should be over, but Song Ling was still sitting on the chair, and soon stood up, gently pulled something away in mid-air, pushed his hands to both sides, as if he had opened a window, his arms folded, as if he was propped up on the narrow windowsill, his eyes were a little distant, and he faintly made people feel a little lonely.

The camera who walked away didn't react for a long time after listening to it, and when he turned around and saw Song Ling, who was looking at him, Song Ling's eyes widened slightly unexpectedly, and then showed him a faint smile.

The camera was a little surprised, still in the play? Is she peeking at his back?

Even if it's fake, he can't help but feel his heartstrings, the coquettish smile in front of people is nothing but vanity, and in the end, her eyes make people feel that he is put in her heart, always saying that the play is ruthless, but every time she acts, is she different?

In a daze, Song Ling took the lead in closing the window, changed his previous posture, a little casual, sat at the table, with a flat expression, but spit out a sentence in his mouth: "Idiot." ”

The sudden, twisting and turning plot made everyone scratch their heads, but the screenwriter and An Yu seemed to be thinking and didn't speak.

Chu Ning and Jian Xia were also a little stunned, they didn't understand what Song Ling wanted to express at all.

Song Ling looked at everyone's unpredictable expressions, puffed out his mouth, and wondered if he had misunderstood.

An Yu was still thinking about Song Ling's performance after everyone left. This girl is very bold.

The exquisite posture of reading at the beginning conveyed to him that she had grasped the point that Rong Yu was born in a scholarly family. And courtesans like Rong Yu naturally only have a few fixed customers, and she will be very unpredictable about their mood.

The most important thing in Shanghai is the glamorous and caring beauty, and why Rong Yu can stand on the top depends on her ability to understand a man's mind.

Although her acting skills are still a little green and confused, An Yu still grasps the meaning she wants to express.

Men in high positions have seen enough of them, whether they are gorgeous flowers or porridge and side dishes, and Rong Yu just wants to make them unpredictable, near and far, in order to arouse their desire to conquer and can't stop.

So Song Ling has never smiled, and she doesn't lower her figure in front of the guests, as if she is high, and such a cold and arrogant beauty also makes the guests willing to indulge her, because they think it is funny.

The last distant look was discovered by the guests, and it seemed to be able to break Song Ling's sincerity, a shallow smile, which made people a little itchy, but they didn't know that it was just Song Ling's means.

A mocking "idiot" undoubtedly reveals the truth.

Chu Ning, who has steady acting skills, still has some jumps, but Song Ling, who gave him a little surprise?

It's a tough choice.