Chapter 3 Nothing is right

Lu Qingwan walked to Chu Jiaojiao's side and shouted affectionately, "Jiaojiao, I'll teach you this paragraph!" ”

"No, you don't." Chu Jiaojiao raised her hand and refused, "I think I can." ”

"You don't have to be embarrassed to ......"

"Where am I embarrassed?" Chu Jiaojiao looked at her sideways, her expression was not salty or light, and she said word by word, "I just don't want to let you teach." ”

She really didn't want to have too much intersection with Lu Qingwan, after all, the original owner was so miserable in the end most likely because of Lu Qingwan, although there were also factors for her own fault.

But in Chu Jiaojiao's opinion, Lu Qingwan is a heroine with her own halo, she is just a female supporting actress, so her life development path is all to set off Lu Qingwan, and now if you want to break the fate of the cannon fodder female supporting role, you have to stay away from Lu Qingwan and avoid those plots.

"Director, I think I can." Chu Jiaojiao adjusted her state and shouted not far away, with a posture of sharpening her knife towards pigs and sheep.

This time's filming was very successful, in fact, Chu Jiaojiao can be regarded as a little spiritual actor, and she has watched many similar TV series before, so as long as she enters the state, it is not difficult to break through.

"Sister Qingwan is so good, she also took the initiative to teach others to film."

"Sister Qingwan is still very good, I taught Chu Jiaojiao, and I passed it immediately."

"yes, yes, otherwise I don't know when this scene will be filmed."

Everyone didn't know that Chu Jiaojiao didn't let Lu Qingwan teach at all, so they all praised Lu Qingwan.

Lu Qingwan smiled and shook her head, "No, it's Jiaojiao's own credit, I didn't help her." ”

However, Lu Qingwan's words sounded more like modesty, so everyone felt that she was a good person more and more.

Chu Jiaojiao didn't want to explain anything, no one would listen to it anyway, this is the aura of being a heroine, she can't compare.

Sun Yilin wiped the drops of water on her face on the side, and from time to time nailed her resentful eyes to Chu Jiaojiao's body, if her eyes could kill, Chu Jiaojiao would probably have been killed by her for no time.

Chu Jiaojiao walked past her and heard her vicious voice, "Chu Jiaojiao, you wait for me." ”

"I ......" Chu Jiaojiao just wanted to refute, but there was a sudden commotion in front.

"Ahh

"I'm not dazzled! Pinch me. ”

"Oh my God, it's really him! He's really back. ”

The endless sound of sounded, Chu Jiaojiao was squeezed by a wave of people behind, and then she seemed to see a tilted world.

A person standing beside Lu Qingwan has a slender figure like a benchmark, his face is angularly cold, but a pair of peach blossom eyes are very attractive, and there is a pair of starry eyes with thick ink in his eyes, but he is too lazy, he has his hands in his pockets, his expression is cold, but the corners of his mouth have a smile that seems to be absent, several temperaments are blended together, and they are unexpectedly harmonious and proper.

The sun shone wantonly on the man's hair, glowing with a faint golden hue, and the half of his eyes hidden under his fine bangs showed a darkness and mockery that no one noticed.

Yes, he has always looked down on anyone, except ......

The plot in the book turned page by page in Chu Jiaojiao's eyes, and his paranoia, pride, indulgence and morbidity were all so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Then, there was his death, a large patch as red as a poppy, that covered her eyes.

She knew that he was Jiang Ci and that he would die.

Thinking of this, Chu Jiaojiao was shocked, and her face was full of pain.

She had no idea how many emotions flashed in her eyes in these few tens of seconds, and how much she was looked at by that person.

Jiang Ci glanced at it, his gaze seemed to unintentionally brush over the little woman who was not doing anything, and the corners of his mouth outlined a bright smile. But the breath overflowing from his bones was as cold as the frost of December.

It's funny how this woman looked at him like that, as if he were a dead man now.