The photo shows her lying on Ye Chongshao's super luxurious bed, wearing only a set of white lace underwear, the man's big bony hands are on her roundness, and his fingers are slightly tightened.

Thinking about Lan Qi's trembling body, what is this despicable man going to force her to?

She closed her eyes, wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, and reached down to pull off her pajama pants.

She adjusted the angle of the phone several times, trying not to photograph the upper and lower skin, only taking pictures of the leaves the size of her palm, if you don't look closely, you can't find that it is on the woman's body, she looked at it several times and felt that there was no problem, so she sent the photo over.

Ye Chongshao's call came again, and he said with satisfaction: "The effect is good, this tattoo is very suitable for you." ”

Xiang Lan didn't even think about yelling at him directly: "Why don't you die?" ”

"I'm dead? So who is going to find someone to see your father? I know a specialist in muscular dystrophy treatment and am contacting him. ”

With a simple single sentence, all of Xiang Lan's anger was resolved, Xiang Lan grabbed the phone and didn't know whether to thank him or not, and finally could only say: "Okay, I'll wait for your news." ”

Hung up the phone, Xiang Lan was as weak as running 10,000 meters, this Ye Chongshao was too hateful, he was tired of games like slapping a sweet date, every time he had to play Xiang Lan until he died frequently and then give her life, did he dig his ancestral grave or owe him usury, otherwise how could he play her like this?

This night, Xiang Lan didn't sleep steadily, she couldn't breathe when Ye Chongshao kissed her, and when he pinched her, she couldn't breathe, in short, she was dead and alive, and she didn't have any energy the next day.

When she arrived at the set, she immediately felt a strange atmosphere, Xiao An took the milk tea cake she bought to set the news, and she told Xianglan with a solemn expression: "The crew has an accident, it seems to have something to do with you." ”

Xiang Lan's first reaction was what Ye Chongshao had done, looking at her panicked appearance, Xiao An patted her face and comforted: "Look at you scared, in fact, it doesn't have much to do with you, it's just that the company said that it was going to change the script, and the editor Qi Da exploded, and now they are all in a meeting, and I don't know what to study." ”

Hearing that it had nothing to do with the photo, Xiang Lan was relieved, but she immediately frowned: "Why change the script now?" ”

Xiao An shrugged: "Who knows." Originally, Qi Nanfeng only made original scripts and did not change the novel, as if it was Mr. Sang and Director Yu who took over the face. Recently, many novels have been changed to film and television, but they have all been scolded, Qi Nanfeng respects the original work to the greatest extent, and everyone is quite satisfied, but now the company says that there are too many shots of pulling the lamp, and the Radio and Television Bureau can't review it, alas, it's not easy to make a scene this year, you look at the "Legend of the Tang Palace" staged a few days ago, and it was cut from the neck down, so sadistic. ”

Xiang Lan scolded Ye Chongshao fiercely in his heart, he was really bored, didn't he burn his money by playing tricks every day? Anyway, it's his business how he likes to make trouble, just film with peace of mind.

In Xingchen's conference room, screenwriter Qi Nanfeng slapped the table.

She is not tall, her long hair is tied into a bun, she is wearing tight jeans and a long sweater, she looks very weak, but she has a big temper, and the slap just now has spilled the producer's face with coffee.

The producer was very restrained, he wiped the coffee with a paper towel, and then waved his hand and said, "Nan Feng, calm down." ”

"I'm not going to change it, I can't fucking change it."