Eno Fan looked extraordinary, and his whole body seemed to exude an invisible light. The words he said were also loud, every sentence was reasonable, and Feiyi couldn't refute half a sentence.

"Why do you open the door?" While speaking, Bing Qing held a folding fan in one hand, and behind the back of the other, dressed in a red silk satin groom's dress, she strode into the backstage.

As Bingqing came in, there were also some staff, including director Ling Chen, producers and assistant makeup artists, etc., and more and more people gathered around the backstage when they heard the sound.

Fei Yi is a reasonable person, while Bingqing is not a reasonable person. She approached Jiang Yefan, although she was a head shorter than others, her momentum was not lost.

Jiang Yefan looked down at Bingqing, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, reached out and dragged Bingqing's chin, and teased: "Men often have to lower their heads when they look at women, and the look of flirting is like this. He looked at Bing Qing with charming eyes, and his black eyes were as black as ink and approached Bing Qing's big eyes little by little.

The aggressive momentum came, and the eyes burst out with wild temptation, which was clearly a provocative smile, but there was a kind of charm that made people fall into the depths of self-extrication.

Slowly approaching, slowly approaching, just as his lips were about to touch hers

Jiang Yefan let out a muffled laugh in his chest, and let go of the hand that was imprisoning Bingqing's chin, and a red hand mark was obviously pinched out by Jiang Yefan's chin.

Bingqing bit her lip, and a cloud of anger rose in her heart: "Confused" didn't say anything, so she raised her hand to give Jiang Yefan a slap

The hand was easily held by Jiang Yefan in mid-air, and with a gentle push of Bingqing's palm, Bingqing did not stand firmly, and staggered back several steps.

Bingqing hated, her little hands turned into fists, and her nails were embedded in the flesh.

"Proud little fool. Remember, in the lower river, wild, fan! Jiang Yefan skimmed the folding fan in Bingqing's hand, unfolded it handsomely, shook the folding fan, and walked out of the backstage lightly.

"Eno Fan!" Bingqing bit his name indignantly. In front of so many people, he pointed out her acting skills, easily folded her fan away, and almost threw her to the ground, and even more annoyingly, scolded her - an arrogant little fool!

Bingqing was furious, and she couldn't wait to catch up and kick him away.

Ling Chen stepped forward to support Bingqing, who was about to fall on the wall: "Okay, Bingqing, you will still be on stage in a while, don't affect the situation." "It took a lot of effort just now for everyone to pull away Bingqing, who was arguing with Amethyst.

The two also reached an agreement, as long as Amethyst tried her best to perform on stage, Bingqing would continue to act.

When they came to the backstage, they told Feiyi that as long as the chaos in the studio could be stopped, their second act could start immediately.

Look, Bingqing even changed the groom's clothes.

It's hard to persuade the big star, don't have any more conflicts with Jiang Yefan at this time! It is heard that Jiang Yefan is the son of the Jiang Group and is worth hundreds of billions. They can't afford to offend!

Bingqing bit her lip, and the anger in her heart couldn't be contained, but she was an actress, and she was going to act on stage in a while. No matter how angry you are in your heart, you can't put it in your work.

She tried desperately to suppress the anger in her heart, but her eyes were involuntarily clouded with a layer of mist.

Bing Qing secretly gritted her teeth, trying to force back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes.

Bingqing, who fell in Wang Zize's eyes, lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes were stained with tears, as long as she blinked, the tears would slide down her fair and slightly red cheeks.

The white and translucent thin neck twitched slightly, and she was adjusting her feelings, trying not to let herself cry.

She was inexplicably wronged, and his heart involuntarily tightened, and he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable

He wanted to walk over, gently wipe away her tears, press her head tightly into his chest, and comfort her softly: "Don't cry, my girl." ”