It didn't take long for the entire set to ring out with the director's roar.

"Mu Xue, are you a dead person, you don't react at all!"

"Mu Xue, lines, say lines, you are a fart nymphomaniac!"

"Mu Xue, the man in front of you is your brother, what kind of flattery are you throwing!"

A simple scene can be said to make the director's throat hoarse.

The assistant director couldn't help wiping his sweat when he looked at the director like this, he remembered that when this Mu Xue first auditioned, it was also very good, why was it so bad today.

And Mu Qinghuan stood not far away, watching Mu Xue being scolded as a dog.

Mu Xue has a few pounds and taels, she knows better than anyone else, she will help her read all the scripts she receives, help her understand the script, and even perform it directly in front of her.

It can be said that she is a vase, but she is not willing to be just a vase.

And Mu Xue thought that she would leave this ghost place today, so she didn't watch what to shoot today yesterday, she just glanced at the lines casually a few times, and the more the director scolded her, the more panicked she became, and the more she didn't know how to act.

The director finally compromised, suspended the shooting, and asked Mu Xue to roll out and memorize the lines.

Mu Xue walked in front of Mu Qinghuan with red and swollen eyes: "Sister." As he spoke, tears fell, as if he had been greatly wronged.

After seeing Mu Xue, Mu Qinghuan, as a good sister, of course had to give way immediately, and then serve tea and water to Mu Xue.

Mu Xue saw what Mu Qinghuan had done just now, and a trace of disgust appeared in her eyes.

"I was a little uncomfortable just now, sit in your place for a while, don't dislike your sister." Mu Qinghuan saw the disgust in Mu Xue's eyes, and her hands clenched slightly, but she still endured it.

Mu Qinghuan said so, what else could Mu Xue do, she could only pretend to be well-behaved and sit down: "How could I dislike my sister." With that, he sat down.

Then Mu Qinghuan began to flip through the script, flipped to the script of the scene he filmed just now and handed it to Mu Xue: "Sister, take a good look, don't wait for the director to continue to scold, the director scolded you just now, I feel distressed, if I have the ability, I will definitely not let you suffer such grievances." When Mu Qinghuan said the back, he lowered his voice, and the last voice could only be heard by the two of them.

Mu Xue felt a lot more comfortable when she heard Mu Qinghuan holding herself like this, so she said pitifully: "Sister, are my acting skills really so bad?" ”

"In my heart, how can your acting skills be bad." Mu Qinghuan immediately spoke: "Which director is deliberately looking for something, hey, how can my sister's acting skills be poor." ”

Mu Xue also thinks so, she has never been scolded so badly by the director, if her acting skills are really bad, then why don't the previous directors say it.

"Xue'er, will the director's appearance be that your character is too good, after all, this is a small crew, how high can the director's requirements be." When Mu Qinghuan said this, his face immediately showed a jealous and hateful expression, as if he was ready to fight with the director at any time.

Mu Qinghuan successfully pleased Mu Xue with this appearance, she just liked the feeling of being held by Mu Qinghuan, and immediately decided to forgive her for the thing she was sitting on her chair just now: "Sister, you have to know that if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, this showbiz is not so easy to mix." ”

When Mu Qinghuan heard Mu Xue like this, he sighed slightly: "This world is that people are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden." It's all because my sister has no ability and makes you feel wronged. After speaking, he hugged Mu Xue in his arms.

But when Mu Xue couldn't see her face, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked.

In his previous life, Mu Qinghuan had been an agent for many years and came to a conclusion that if he wanted to ruin an artist's solution quickly, it would be a stick kill.