This guy Mo Tingmu has recently been rebuilt.

It's not that it was rebuilt, it was pulled by Song Zhe to make a literary film, and he also wanted this guy to bless his identity by the way.

After all, the aura of Xiao Xianrou can't gnaw on this character all the time.

This person Mo Tingmu has been gnawing for a long time.

I can continue to use it now, but after a long time, fans will inevitably not get bored.

The drama that Song Zhe gave to Mo Tingmu is a pure literary film, or a semi-rural theme, which needs to be filmed in the countryside.

This guy can now see that his skin has been completely tanned, and the whole person has lost a circle, but it seems to be more manly this way.

"It seems to have tanned a lot," Lin Qingyan commented.

"It's a little dark, but it can show my other beauty, but what kind of dog guts did Han Jiaxin eat, dare you take the blame for this kind of thing, do you need the master's help?" Mo Tingmu asked sincerely.

"No, but please have a cup of coffee or not" The guy still has a little conscience.

"Of course I went, I haven't seen the smell of meat for a long time" Mo Tingmu, the director this time, is Zuo Mao, who is well-known in the circle for his bad temper and strict requirements.

However, Song Zhe's vision is still good, and he is also very planning for Mo Tingmu.

Although director Zuo Mao is notoriously foul-tempered, every movie he has made will win many awards every time.

Song Zhe also broke his heart for his family, an unpopular artist.

And someone still doesn't appreciate it.

Lin Qingyan said disdainfully: "Didn't you just stay in the countryside for more than a month?" As for it? ”

"Of course, and where am I in the country, in the ravine, you know? Where is not only the traffic bad, but also there is no signal, Zuo Mao is not allowed to run around, he forces people to read scripts every day, eats coarse grains, and prepares people to cultivate immortals. ”

Maybe it was really because he let it go, Mo Tingmu saw Lin Qingyan complaining like a family member.

"You think you're still filming your big president in a big city, and the family is serving you, I think it's good," Lin Qingyan couldn't help but say.

In the dark, Xia Meng and Chen Biyu came back from outside, and just happened to see Lin Qingyan and Mo Tingmu entering a café.

Xia Meng glanced at Chen Biyu.

Chen Biyu took out her mobile phone from her pocket, edited a text message and clicked send.

"Mrs. Han, Lin Qingyan is at the Starry Sky Cafe."

"Let's wait here to see a good show," Xia Meng finished and rolled down the car window.

Xia Meng's car just parked opposite the Starry Sky Cafe, and she could clearly see the situation in the café.

Xia Meng added: "Remember to let the media join in the fun. ”

Cafe Lin Qingyan ordered two cups of coffee for herself and Mo Tingmu.

Mo Tingmu said: "Lin Xiaoxiao's family is estimated to have become anxious to become ants on the hot pot when they encounter this kind of news, why are you the same as no one." ”

"I didn't do anything unfortunate, why should I be in a hurry," Lin Qingyan shrugged helplessly.

Lin Qingyan asked with concern, "But is it still in a hurry to do editing now?" It seems that the film festival is about to start projecting. ”

"Theoretically, it's like this, but I don't care who Zuo Mao is, just let Zuo Mao solve it himself, this kind of broken literary film, in addition to winning awards, the ratings are not guaranteed at all, so it is estimated that it will be directly launched at the film festival, and Zuo Mao will shoot this movie to the film festival." Mo Tingmu took a sip of coffee and didn't care about his attitude.

Lin Qingyan said: "With your traffic, you can drive the box office." ”

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