Qin Xiang is such a powerful person, and the end is so miserable, let alone her? Some black material came out, and she couldn't turn over for the rest of her life.

She planned to observe for a period of time, and it was also possible that Song Chuyin didn't meet Qin Xiang at all, but that dead fat man offended other people who shouldn't be offended.

Song Chuyin is such a garbage person, how can some powerful bigwigs look down on her?

Maybe she's thinking too much.

In short, in the big dye vat of the entertainment industry, you must be cautious in everything you do, as the saying goes, good comes from the mouth.

Regardless of whether the person behind Qin Xiang has anything to do with Song Chuyin or not, it is very unwise to rashly confront her.

At this time, the makeup artist put on her makeup, and someone outside had already come to inform her that her scene was ready to start filming.

Now her costume is the kind of folk Hanfu of the Qing Dynasty, and the Lin Zhixin she played in the early stage had relatively simple clothes, and even wore patches, and the family conditions were very bad.

The parents are very powerful, thinking about how to sell her every day, how to make more money, and finally under their abuse and persecution day after day, she had to enter the palace and become a miscellaneous palace maid.

Today's scene is that she was abused and beaten by her father.

After Su Liyue went out for a few minutes, Mu Yangxue looked at Song Chuyin and said with a smile, "Let's go out and have a look, Sister Liyue's acting skills are very good, we can learn from it." ”

"Well, good!"

Song Chuyin checked Baidu and watched her movies, although Su Liyue's private character is not good, her acting skills are undeniable.

Pretty good.

Watching the two of them go out, Zhang Xin's eyes were full of resentment, he touched it in his bag, took out a small paper bag, came to Song Chuyin's dresser, took out the air cushion in the drawer, opened the small paper bag, poured all the powder on it into the disassembled air cushion, and stirred it slightly with his fingers.

After completing a series of movements, she walked back to her seat casually, looked at her phone, and the corners of her lips drew a triumphant arc.

Hum! With this, you Song Chuyin will wait for a bad face!

What women are most afraid of is disfigurement, not to mention that female celebrities rely on their faces to eat, and she can't wait to see Song Chuyin's entire face festering and pus.

That must be interesting.

Whoever stands in her way, all die!

Song Chuyin was watching filming outside, Mu Yangxue pointed in the direction of Su Liyue, and at this moment Lin Zhixin, who she played, was being beaten with a whip by her mother-in-law.

Covered in wounds, she is lovable, and her father is also helping on the side.

"You losers! What's wrong with letting you into the palace? If you don't enter the palace, how can you have two silver taels for your brother to marry a daughter-in-law? Zhang Yingui's eyes were fierce, and the strength in his hands became bigger and bigger.

Lin Zhixin has been beaten and his flesh is open, so it's not miserable!

"Click!" The director shouted to stop, looked at the replay on the camera screen, and nodded with satisfaction.

This time it's a one-time pass!

The two actors who play Lin Zhixin's father and mother are also old drama bones, and every look is a play.

It gives people the feeling that they are itching with hatred.

Su Liyue was supported by the staff, although all the injuries on her body were fake, but in such a situation, it was inevitable that there would be accidental injuries.

She dusted off her body, and the assistant hurried over, helped her to sit on a chair to the side, and brought her a glass of warm water.

"Sister Liyue, you acted really well!" The assistant looked at her with starry eyes, and his bright eyes were full of adoration.

Hearing her say this, the expression on Su Liyue's face was faint, but her eyes involuntarily drifted in the direction of Song Chuyin, with a trace of disdain in her eyes.