The scene was repeated, and unexpectedly, Director Zhang didn't ask to come again.

Xie Zhao was a little puzzled, Cheng Guangji's performance was not good.

When playing with him, Xie Zhao could clearly feel that Cheng Guangji was as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly alive.

Strangely, Director Zhang, who was strict with the camera, didn't say anything.

Kissing too, just touching, not deep.

There is a lack of ambiguity between the green.

But there is no need to start over, Xie Zhao is quite satisfied.

After filming the kiss scene, I filmed a few more scenes, and I almost finished work.

The spring night was slightly cold, and the little assistant was afraid that Xie Zhao would freeze, so he hurriedly put on a coat for Xie Zhao.

While dressing Xie Zhao, she snickered happily: "Sister Zhao, your trick is really amazing, you didn't see Cheng Guangji's face, you were going to pull it to the ground." ”

Xie Zhao curled the corners of her lips slightly, a little arrogant and proud, she could be regarded as angry about the afternoon's affairs.

At the end of work, the scene was chaotic, everyone was in a hurry to get off work, only Xie Zhao packed up his things unhurriedly, followed at the end of the crowd, and deliberately distanced himself.

The little assistant looked at Xie Zhao, who was unusual, "Sister Zhao, why are you so slow today, don't you usually start flirting directly as soon as it's over?" ”

The director couldn't find anyone when he tried to find it.

Xie Zhao slowed down his steps and whispered, "Someone will look for you later." ”

The little assistant looked around, she scratched her head incomprehensibly, she didn't see the reason, who was looking for it?

Suddenly, a figure flashed quickly, and Xie Zhao was dragged away.

The little assistant wanted to chase after him, but when he saw the man's face, his steps froze in place, his expression hesitated, but he didn't go any further.

It's still the dark side of the school building, the filming venue.

Jiang Huaiyu pulled Xie Zhao under the old locust tree, the leaves were messy by the wind, Xie Zhao's heart was also panicked, his coat was peeled off, the man's hot chest was pressed over, and the heat source came through the school uniform, which was much warmer than the coat.

Xie Zhao's cheeks were red, her slender body was shrouded in the smell of woody incense, her shoulders couldn't help but tremble, and she put one hand on the trunk of the tree, a little harder, trying to break free.

The posture of the two people now is the same as in the toilet cubicle of the West Sea Bar.

Jiang Huaiyu's hot and strong body was tightly pressed against Xie Zhao's back, and the breath in his ears was hot, suffocating.

Xie Zhao took a deep breath and pressed his nails on the trunk, "Mr. Jiang, what do you want to do?" ”

The voice was delicate and trembling, a little scared.

"—You"

Jiang Huaiyu pressed in her ear, her voice was rough and low, and she was dyed with lust.

The first word he uttered was scattered in the wind, and it disappeared, and the cheeks of the embarrassed people burned slightly.

Also, such an ambiguous close-up is that a man will react.

"Mr. Jiang, please respect yourself."

Xie Zhao bit his lip, restrained and restrained, up and down his body, all resisting.

Jiang Huaiyu sneered and flipped Xie Zhao's body over.

She lowered her head and hid her face, not looking at him, as if she was angry.

The bright light of the street lamp faintly illuminated the two of them, not clear, but they could still see clearly.

Xie Zhao lowered his eyes for a long time before he raised his head, staring at Jiang Huaiyu with red eyes, and she pursed her lips: "Mr. Jiang has someone else, don't come to provoke me." ”

Jiang Huaiyu condescendingly stared at the villain under him, with a hint of obscurity in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Who do I have, tell me?" ”

A very light tone, with a hint of coaxing.

Xie Zhao couldn't help lowering his gaze, thinking that under the studio, the man was also fighting with others with such a loose smile.

She said sullenly: "Who does Mr. Jiang have, and what does it have to do with me." ”

It's obviously a sentence that has nothing to do with yourself, and every word is stained with vinegar and the temper of a little woman.

Jiang Huaiyu approached violently, his slender fingers twisted Xie Zhao's chin, making it too high, and his eyes were deep: "Xie Zhao, if you want to capture and indulge in too much, it won't work." ”

Xie Zhao's back was stunned, and the illusion that he had finally pretended to be was pierced by his fluttering voice.