"Yes."

Xue Yu finally only heard such a sigh from herself, and after answering, she reached out and covered her mouth again. Ba, she seemed to be a little unconvinced, this voice came out of her own mouth.

I was a little embarrassed at the moment.

"Senior sister, I'm going to practice swords."

Zhu Lingfeng smiled faintly, even if he was smiling, his smile never reached his eyes.

Looking at him like this, Xue Yu was a little dizzy for a while, she nodded, and turned to leave.

When she had taken two steps, she realized what she had done here.

She was a little uneasy before, why did Zhu Lingfeng come later, and she could still be her senior brother, she came to compete with Zhu Lingfeng, and by the way, she snatched the position of her senior sister.

But after coming over, he indulged in Zhu Lingfeng's beauty.

Just when Xue Yu turned around, the director's big shot was always on her face, first the girl's chagrin, and then the girl's shyness.

All kinds of expressions flashed on her face, and finally froze on her peach-blossom-like smiling face in March.

"Cards!"

Liu Song shouted, staring straight at Qu Rao with a pair of eyes, as if he had discovered some treasure.

Feng Lang came over at the right time, blocking Qu Rao and blocking Liu Song's sight.

Liu Song looked at Feng Lang like this, and couldn't help shaking his head, it was really a vinegar jar.

"What, Director Liu, are you very satisfied with my recommendation."

Feng Lang's face was like a spring breeze at this time, even if he was still wearing a costume, his current expression was very different from the previous Zhu Lingfeng.

Feng Lang said as he hugged Qu Rao's shoulders, looking honored.

"Thanks to you."

Liu Song was very satisfied and nodded one after another.

So after that, several scenes were filmed one after another.

"Qu Rao."

At dawn, Qu Rao's play ended, and after she removed her makeup, Li Liang sent her back, and was stopped by Feng Lang again.

"What's wrong?"

Qu Rao raised her eyes to look at Feng Lang and asked softly.

"Wipe this."

Feng Lang opened the little red tube in his hand and put it inside. Milk. Yellow. The colored paste is gently rubbed on Qu Rao's face.

Cautious, as if Qu Rao was a fragile product.

Qu Rao opened her eyes and looked at Feng Lang with a flicker, she really didn't expect that such a slight scratch of herself would be noticed by him.

It turns out that in the eyes of the beloved, every bit of you, he will notice.

Qu Rao pursed her lips and smiled.

"What are you laughing at?"

Feng Lang reached out and gently touched her lips.

"I laugh at you for being stupid."

Qu Rao wrapped her hands around his neck and leaned up to be full. Full of red. Lips, on his lips, fell a kiss.

Feng Lang hugged her waist, and the foreheads of the two were gently pressed against her.

Li Liang, a single dog standing on the side, suffered another 100,000 critical attack in an instant, he wanted to open his eyes sideways, but the scene in front of him was so beautiful that he, a bystander, would involuntarily raise his lips.

He sniffed lightly, and the air was full of sweet love breath, so good!

Feng Lang still wanted to continue filming, and Qu Rao was sent back by Li Liang.

She went back to the hotel, took a shower and slept for a few hours, and about in the afternoon, she got up and went to the vegetable market to buy ribs and some vegetables.

Later, I borrowed the kitchen of the hotel and stewed pork rib soup in it.

It was almost five o'clock, and the corn and yam pork rib soup was ready, and she carried the thermos bucket and walked towards the crew.