Chapter 165

"Instructor Yao, I won."

Facing the sun, the corners of her mouth were enough for a wanton smile, and there was a little smugness in that smile, the dimples on her cheeks were exposed, and there was a faint gasp in the distance.

Song Ci's appearance is very exquisite, even in the entertainment industry where there are so many beauties, it is definitely one of the best.

It's just that before this, Song Ci was a smiling face, and he didn't owe it.

It's beautiful, but it's so cold that no one wants to get close to an ice cube.

But now, just a simple smile, the whole person seems to have taken off the ice jacket, and the flowers are blooming all over the body, making people feel happy when they look at it.

The director thought that the BGM of this scene must be played in slow motion, and then all the flowers around him were waiting to bloom, which absolutely shocked everyone.

Song Ci finished laughing and let go of Yao Zhe.

"Instructor Yao."

Yao Zhe didn't believe that he would lose in the hands of a little girl.

He spat out a mouthful of saliva fiercely, and rushed towards Song Ci, and was about to smash her face with a fist.

At this moment, not only the people around him, but also the director and Qin Lan in the general monitoring room gasped, and Qin Lan even moved towards the door.

Everyone subconsciously felt that Song Ci could win over Yao Zhe because he took advantage of the preemptive strike, and next week, if Yao Zhe made the first move, it was not certain who could win.

Everyone gasped, but Song Ci had already grabbed Yao Zhe's arm, raised his foot, and kicked the person out fiercely.

"Good!"

The director stood up, clapped his hands, and applauded first.

Yao Zhe was kicked out a few steps and fell, and wanted to stand up and continue to fight back, but the director and the field staff ran over and he was stopped.

The assistant director pulled him aside: "You don't want the money anymore." ”

Yao Zhe bit his lip when he heard this.

"When you continue to shoot, you will apologize as agreed, otherwise we won't be able to shoot later, this point can't be passed, how to shoot next?"

Although Yao Zhe was still unhappy, he also knew that it was more important to make money now, and the rest of the things could be put on hold.

It's not easy to teach a little girl a lesson.

Song Xue stood up and walked towards the director's awning.

"Director." Song Xue smiled every day and handed over a bottle of water.

The director looked at the monitor seriously, the picture in the monitor was perfect, and there were only a few hands-on movements, but the heroic posture made people can't help but shoot the case.

Especially the smile that Song Ci showed when he trampled Yao Zhe under his feet.

It's over, how long is this Song porcelain, no matter how you shoot it, you won't be able to shoot the black history, this is really born to eat this bowl of rice.

Song Xue saw all this in her eyes, her face turned pale, and her heart was irrepressibly panicked.

It shouldn't be like this, obviously Song porcelain will become the target of the public, but the effect of the shoot is very different.

Song Xue moved forward.

"Director, I don't think the ones we shot in the morning are very good, should we reshoot them, especially the part of Song Ci."

She deliberately made Song Ci's name aggravated, and then the smile on her face gradually faded. Go.

The director looked at Song Xue angrily.

"What's wrong with this effect, you're blind, you can't see it."

Song Xue was choked like this, and her face turned pale.

The people in this film crew all guessed that she was the daughter of a certain bigwig, and they didn't refute it, which seemed to be a sure thing, and this was the first time I had choked with her.

Song Xue straightened up and looked at the director condescendingly: "Since the director doesn't want to talk to me, then I'll find my dad to talk to you." ”

After choking, the director realized that it was Song Xue, the little ancestor, and when he was a little afraid, he felt a greasy smell, these second-generation officials and rich second-generation are full of food, and they don't come to the entertainment industry to be powerful at home, and they don't rely on the relationship at home.

But he also knows that a small thumb can pinch himself to death.

The director's arrogance weakened, and he brought some sneer: "Okay, okay." It's just that when he looked at Song Ci, there was apology in his eyes.

It's a pity that such a good seedling.

Song Xue achieved her goal, stood up proudly and prepared to go back to continue recording, but she didn't take two steps, and her expression froze completely.

"What is your dad? I can casually remake the column I invested in. ”

Qin Lan said in a purple skirt and walked towards the awning, and the words just now were obviously heard clearly.