An Qing was startled, the scene that he forced a few years ago passed through her mind, and if Fu Mochuan hadn't appeared in time at that time, she would have been insulted by him.

But now, Fu Mochuan will never come to save her again, but will scold her for being cheap.

There was a lot of traffic outside the car window, and in this busy city, everyone was busy with their own things, but this kind of vividness eased her nervousness.

"Da Shao, this is trying to backtrack?" She clenched her fists and said sarcastically in a cold voice: "Or is Fu Mochuan really right, you just like to pick up his second-hand goods?" ”

Fu Weinian's hand holding the steering wheel tightened, but his face remained unchanged, and he smiled lightly: "What if I say yes?" And a woman like Miss An, even if she has three hands and four hands, makes men crazy, and ......"

At this time, when he encountered a red light, he stopped and turned his head to look at An Qing: "Maybe after trying, you will find that I am better and completely in love with me." ”

"Scoundrel!"

Stared at by his evil gaze, An Qing only felt a hairbreak on her back, and while she was unprepared, she quickly opened the central lock, then pushed the car door and jumped down.

Walking through the crowded convoy, the mobile phone in her bag suddenly rang, she took it out and found that it was Fu Weinian's call.

She ignored it, but the bell rang insistently, and she picked it up, and didn't speak, just put it to her ear.

"I don't like to force people, and one day, you will find that I am better than him."

Don't like reluctantly?

An Qing pinched the line indifferently, turned her face, and the light had already turned green, Fu Weinian's car was still parked there and did not move, and the driver behind was desperately honking his horn.

He rolled down the window, met her disgusted eyes, and threw a wicked kiss at her.

An Qing was covered in a bad chill, turned around, and walked away without looking back.

Bi Dong's matter had been eased under Fu Weinian's mediation, but unexpectedly, in the evening, several women suddenly jumped out and unanimously accused Bi Dong of harassing them.

She went to visit the ward and found that it had been controlled and no one was allowed to enter, but because of her appearance, she was found by a reporter squatting nearby, and in just a few seconds, she was surrounded by a lot.

"Miss An, Bi Dong was your agent three years ago, and this comeback, you found him again, is there a special relationship between you?"

"Do you know about him harassing his artists?"

This was not the first time that such an interrogation had been made, and she only said one word and ignored it.

"I believe in Bi Dong and I believe that the police will give him justice."

She squeezed forward, a female reporter blocked in front of her, the long microphone almost reaching the tip of her nose, and the words that came out were even more aggressive.

"Miss An, the artists who have worked with Bi Dong have come out one after another to identify him, but you are the only one who defends him, as far as we know, during Bi Dong's hospitalization, you also took care of him personally, can it be said that your relationship is quite close."

An Qing looked at the female reporter coldly, she understood that in this case, no matter what she said, it would be taken out of context by these media, distorted and exaggerated with ulterior motives, and become a tool to attack Bi Dong, so she didn't explain again, just pursed her lips and squeezed forward.

The female reporter stopped in front without giving up, An Qing stretched out her hand to push her away, but as soon as her hand touched her, she heard an ouch, and the female reporter fell backwards on her back.

"Hit someone!"

With the shrill screams of the female reporter, more people rushed up, and in an instant, the situation became out of control.

In the evening, An Qing browsed the web, in addition to Bi Dong's scandal, her beating of reporters was also in the news, and her relationship with Bi Dong was also in a uproar, and public opinion was full of attacks and abuses against them.

She took a few casual glances and closed the webpage, she was more worried about Bi Dong's official affairs than herself.

She doesn't have many friends, and for so many years, Bi Dong has silently supported her behind her back and helped her, but in the end, because of her, she got into this kind of trouble.

Flipping through the number on her mobile phone, she hesitated, thinking about whether to ask Fu Weinian for help, or scold Fu Mochuan, but in the end, not a single call was made.

The filming of "Imperial City" finally took her turn, and in the morning, she went to the set alone, and after reporting to the director, the latter sent her to change her makeup.

After turning around, there was a discussion behind her, so unscrupulous, she didn't care about her feelings at all.

"Director Zhang, do you still dare to use her, haven't you watched the news?"

"Just take it as hype, she doesn't have a few scenes anyway......"

She pretended not to see the strange stares around her, and walked silently to the dressing room.

Bi Dong is not here, and she has to do everything herself.

The costumer threw her a musty costume, which she changed into without saying a word.

The large powder room was full of people, and she found an empty seat in a corner, sat down, and waited for the makeup artist to come and apply her makeup.

She sat silently for more than half an hour, her eyes reflecting disdain in the bright mirror, and everyone shy away from her, as if she had a plague on her body, and if she got it, she would be contagious.

Just as she was about to get up and ask, there was a commotion outside the door, and Fan Luowei's white skirt was covered with a layer of pink light veil, light and beautiful like a pure white cloud, and she walked towards her in a variety of ways.

"Sister, I heard that there is your role today, so I came to take a look." She stood in front of An Qing, the smile on her lips was gentle and lovely, and she couldn't say how caring and loving: "How is it, I haven't filmed for so long, are you still used to it?" ”

"You're sisters, aren't you?" Nearby, someone immediately asked in surprise.

Fan Luowei smiled and turned her face to everyone.

"yes, can't you see it?"

Countless eyes turned around on the faces of the two of them, some surprised, some disbelieving, some curious, and more looking at jokes.

In this circle, people are all good sisters and brothers, just hypocritical, and almost no one takes her words seriously, but Fan Luowei's condescending and noble manners to An Qing have made her a lot of good impressions.

After Fan Luowei left, the makeup artist's attitude finally improved, and she perfunctorily tied An Qing's hair, she took an inferior beaded flower from the dresser and inserted it diagonally at the end of her hair.

"Thank you, I'll do the rest myself." She opened her makeup bag and began to apply her makeup.

The makeup artist stood behind her, looking at the woman in the mirror, just a simple bun, but her skin was better than snow, her eyebrows were picturesque, especially the sparkling eyes, the aura between the looks was compelling, and it was amazing.

She has also been in this industry for a long time, and has put on makeup for all kinds of stars, and I have to admit that this woman has unique conditions, like a bright pearl, even if it is dusty, she can bloom her unique light.

An Qing dressed up and went to the set alone, and at the moment she was filming the scene between Fan Luowei and the male lead, she was a little trick, so she could only wait silently on the side.

It's already December, the weather is quite cold, she doesn't have a nanny car or a separate dressing room like other stars, wearing a thin costume, and after a while, she feels cold in her hands and feet, but she doesn't say a word, and waits quietly.

waited from morning to afternoon, during which the male No. 1 Shen Han saw her in the middle of filming and came to greet her.

Before, the two had collaborated on an idol drama, An Qing was in full swing at that time, in comparison, Shen Han's fame was not as big as her, and now Shen Han is a first-line student with his own traffic, but An Qing has become an eighteen-line trick, looking back on the past, it is inevitably embarrassing.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the director finally asked An Qing to inform her and let her prepare for filming.

Hearing the filming content, An Qing was stunned, and said that it was okay with Shen Hanqing, why did I temporarily change it to Shenhu.

"The meteorological station said that the cold air will move south, and there will be rain in the coming week, so hurry up and finish filming this scene before the day changes."

Even if the director has no reason, An Qing only has to obey, and this scene will be filmed sooner or later, she doesn't care.

While making preparations, Shen Luowei changed her clothes and walked over, looking at An Qing who was doing warm-up exercises, her big eyes were full of worry.

"Director Zhang, it's so cold, why don't you need a stand-in?"

Scapegoat?

Zhang Fan frowned, what are you kidding, An Qing doesn't have a few scenes, and she still needs to ask for a stand-in?

"Luo Wei, where can I go to find it in a while?"

"But the water is so cold, how can she stand it as a girl." Fan Luowei's concern was overflowing: "Director, you have to think of a way." ”

Zhang Fan didn't say anything, but his face was a little unsightly, and his eyes looked at An Qing with obvious displeasure.

is just an outdated star, and just a few days after his comeback, he made so many troubles, car accidents, stealing the scene, beating reporters, and scandals with agents, and now he is still playing a big name, how can his impression be good.

Fan Luowei is kind-hearted, he will only blame An Qing for being scheming and ignorant.

Fan Luowei wanted to say something, but An Qing intercepted her lightly.

"No need, director, I can do it."

"Is it really okay?" Zhang Fan glanced at her, and his tone was not very impatient.

"No problem, let's start shooting." She turned and walked towards the lake not far away.

There are fallen leaves floating on the lake, the breeze blows, the blue waves ripple, it looks very beautiful, and An Qing has not yet approached, and he feels a biting chill.

Zhang Fan had already commanded the departments to get ready, she walked to the lake, took a deep breath, and then jumped down.

Cold!

A pinprick-like coolness penetrated her skin and swam between her limbs, her delicate little face instantly froze white, and her pink lips lost their color.

According to the plot, she was pushed into the lake and fluttered, desperately calling the male protagonist's name, hoping that he could save her from fire and water, and finally, sank to the bottom of the lake under the cold gaze of onlookers.

"Director, it's okay, let her get up."

As soon as filming started, Fan Luowei was anxiously urging on the side, and the director was very unhappy by her.

"Kaka, An Qing, what kind of expression do you have, to show despair and helplessness before you die, do it again."

This scene has not been filmed several times, and she has come out of the water again and again, and then re-entered wet, and she is so stiff that she is unconscious.

Just when she was exhausted, Fu Mochuan's figure swept in her sight, and he hugged Fan Luowei, as if he was about to leave......