"Xiaocao, do you want to eat?" Ye Wencheng took an orange and handed it to Xiaocao.

Xiaocao's face was not very good, she was sitting in front of the makeup mirror in a daze, but the Huang Chengcheng fruit that suddenly appeared in front of her pulled her deep thoughts back to reality, she was stunned for a moment, looked up, and saw Ye Wencheng with a gentle and smiling face.

"Thank you......" Xiaocao smiled a little and reached out to take the orange.

"Isn't today's scene easy to film?" Ye Wencheng sat down beside her and asked.

Xiaocao shook her head and bit her lip.

"The oranges are very sweet, I just ate one, you can taste it."

"Ye Wencheng, why are you an actor?" Xiaocao asked suddenly.

"Me? I don't really know, it seems that I have become an actor in such a vague way. ”

Xiaocao laughed: "Don't you want to figure out such an important thing yourself?" ”

Ye Wencheng scratched his hood embarrassedly.

"I've wanted to be an actor since I was a child, because I can wear beautiful costumes, I can play against handsome actors, and I can make a lot of money after I become popular." Xiaocao said very seriously.

"But...... Not every play has beautiful clothes, and every actor is handsome......"

"It's okay, there will always be beautiful clothes and beautiful boys, as long as I'm very hot."

"Xiaocao, I don't think it's that important."

Hearing Ye Wencheng say this, Xiaocao's eyes widened, she opened her mouth to refute, but in the end she just lowered her head and pouted and said, "You don't understand, stupid." ”

"Stupid" Ye Wencheng didn't argue with Xiaocao about this topic anymore, he patted her lightly on the shoulder and walked away.

When it came to the role of the actor in the evening, Lu Fei showed an even more obvious pertinence than the previous two days, and everyone was inexplicable and sympathized with Ye Wencheng at the same time.

Ye Wencheng didn't do anything else to fight except for carrying it one shot at a time, and his reaction made Lu Fei even more irritable.

After filming, Ye Wencheng felt that there was something wrong with him, he only felt that his steps were a little vain, and his exhalation was also hot.

"Xiaoye, how are you?" The deputy director walked over and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, just go back and get some sleep." Ye Wencheng said with a smile.

"Why are you okay?" The field reporter walked over with a pile of materials, "Your face is not right!" ”

"I'm really fine, I just feel a little hot."

"Hot?" The deputy director subconsciously stretched out his hand to probe Ye Wencheng's body temperature, and then retracted his hand like touching some hot iron pot, "My God, you have a fever!" It's all hot! ”

The assistant director's exclamation attracted the attention of the people around him, and a staff member handed over a thermometer.

"Hurry up and take your temperature!" The assistant director said, "If you exceed 38 degrees, you have to take antipyretic medicine immediately, and your tomorrow's play will have to be postponed for two days, so rest first!" ”

"Who said he was going to rest?" At this time, Lu Fei paced over slowly.

"Director Lu, Xiao Ye seems to have a fever and needs to rest." The deputy director hurriedly said.

Lu Fei glanced at Ye Wencheng: "Fever?" I'm sick at this juncture, do you want to catch up? ”

"What's going on at this time?" The assistant director was anxious, "People and children are sick, so you can't film with illness, right?" ”

"Why not? How sick should you rest? Is he a girl? Lu Fei sneered, "Besides, even girls, there are also those who insist on being on the set with illness, have you forgotten?" Who was the one before, didn't he insist on filming the last one even after the onset of appendicitis? ”

As soon as Lu Fei's words fell, the faces of several people in the crew instantly turned pale, and the assistant director hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed him while making his eyes: "Director Lu, are you mistaken, how can there be such an actress?" ”

Lu Fei consciously lost his words, wiped his mouth, snorted coldly and turned his head away.

Ye Wencheng took out the thermometer from under his armpit, and the field reporter came over to take a look and shouted, "Mom! 39° up! ”