"After all, Xiao Linlang is a rare strange woman, of course she can't stick to the inner house, and in order for Ren Lianyang to recall Xiao Linlang on her deathbed later, it won't be empty and boring, and it won't make his regrets too superficial——"

"Hmm."

Gu Linzhi nodded.

"That's a good arrangement."

"Then do it!"

Director Qiao clapped his hands and shouted at the artist excitedly:

"Hurry! Come and shoot as I say, it's absolutely smooth! ”

"Hmm-"

However, Si Yi sat there and didn't move, pointed to the dark sky, and said slowly:

"The blizzard is coming."

"What blizzard?"

Director Qiao stared.

"Less nonsense! I've got the weather forecast! The next fifteen days will be fine—"

The word "heaven" has not yet been exported.

The sky that suddenly darkened, a fierce wind blew, and the fist-sized hail fell down from the sky with a crackle.

It was so fast and fierce that it even smashed the glass equipment in front of him into cracks.

“！！！！ Grandma's legged! ”

Director Qiao, who was confused by the wind and hail, scolded angrily.

I had to roar with my neck:

"Call it a day!"

Roaring like this, he glared angrily at the girl who was slowly curled up in her coat, and froze:

"What kind of mouth are you? Cursed by the old witch?! This is just said to be down, and it doesn't bring people a cushion? ”

Si Yi, who was yelled at by Director Qiao, blinked innocently, stood up and walked towards the RV driven in by the little assistant, and said as he walked:

"My mouth has not been cursed by the old witch, but it has been opened, and it is very effective."

"Get out!!"

Director Qiao's heart rate was uneven, holding the teacup, and hurriedly ran towards the car.

Emma!

This hail hurts on the face!

This hurricane wind can even blow off the skull!

How many holes have he had in his brain? I chose the city closest to Jiang to film?

Director Qiao, who scolded his mother angrily, squeezed into the nearest car regardless of it, and then exhaled.

As a result, he saw Wen Qiong, who had a delicate expression, and his artist Gu Yingdi.

“……”

Director Qiao was silent, and after reacting, he grabbed the car door tightly and glared at Gu Yingdi vigilantly.

"I don't care! I don't get off! You damn cleanliness fetish, put up with me until I get home! Otherwise, I'll sit here and not leave! ”

…… Gu Yingdi's agent, Wen Qiong, twitched the corners of his mouth.

"That, Director Qiao, our car broke down, and we can't go back even if we want to send you home-"

"Liar!"

Director Qiao didn't believe it.

Gu Linzhi's cleanliness is outrageous, last time a female artist accidentally touched him, he threw away his coat on the spot, and scared all the female artists to cry.

At this time, it was definitely a lie made up to drive him out of the car!

However.

Gu Linzhi just glanced at him, pushed the door and got out of the car, and his agent also pushed the door down, walking towards the RV not far away.

He was stunned.

"Really?"

I couldn't get out of the car and squeeze the RV.

The little assistant, who was about to drive away from here, heard a knock on the window and turned his head to look.

This look at the face of Wen Economist, as well as Gu Yingdi standing behind him.

"Huh? This is? ”

She pulled down the window and looked at the two of them and later Director Joe suspiciously.

"The car broke down?"

"Well, I wonder if I can get a ride?"

The smiling and angry literary economist pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and spoke to the assistant and the Ji economist inside, as well as the artist.