MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 4 Actor X Rich Woman (4)

Speaking of words, Cen Simiao staggered her eyes and waited for the opposite response. Wu Lishen pursed her lips lightly, her brows seemed to be thinking about something, her chin was slightly lowered, the neckline of the t-shirt slipped down, exposing a piece of wheat-colored skin.

He chuckled a little, and his throat trembled: "Sister Cen was so kind to me."

Cen Simiao looked at him.

His eyes were sulking, but his voice was soft and low.

His eyes stopped for a few moments.

Go to your mom's new rules.

Just after it rained, the weather was very humid, and coupled with the high temperature, it acted like a steamer outdoors and sweated when we acted.

The makeup artist of the crew was sweating on his forehead, holding a cosmetic bag in his hand and holding a brush to make up. As soon as the powder is applied, the eyeliner will faint.

I ran back and forth as hard as I could, and no one looked at it. Some actors were upset and sullen, with wide costume sleeves, and asked the assistant to fan him. It happened that the make-up artist came to him, glanced, and muttered Sentence, very tone.

There aren't enough staff, and one person can use three. The makeup artist hurried to make up for the supporting actress of the next scene. As soon as he ran over, he heard the director holding a horn.

Wu Lishen is holding the script to study, biting a popsicle in her mouth. He was tall and nestled on the pony, looking at the twists. Since Cen Simiao appeared, his announcements have gradually increased.

This TV series is not a big production. He played a cannon fodder and paranoidly loves the female lead. This play is the true reveal of the male lead, like the female lead telling the feelings in his heart, it is a burst of power. Drama.

Ye Minchi wore a veil, stood impatiently, and the assistant was holding a parasol. Wu Li Shen walked over, she glanced at it and frowned, then cleared her throat: "Come on."

The expression on Ye Minchi's face instantly became unbelievable, his body trembled, her eyes full of anger, and she hated the person in front of her: "These things are all done by you! Good poisonous heart, I am really blinded You are deceived. "

Wu Li drew her head down, a bitter smile on her lips, and stared up at her: "I am cruel? Have I ..."

"card!"

The director pulled the hat off his head: "What's the act."

Naturally speaking, it is not Ye Minchi.

Wu Lishen went back to watching the script and rubbed his eyebrows. He worked hard and was a lot better than other supporting actors, but it was not enough to look at Ye Minji's frustration.

He really can't enter the state, isn't this character a lunatic?

How can there be such a person.

So the second time, he was scolded again.

The director squinted Wu Lishen, who sat on Maza with the script, sighed and talked about the drama with his throat.

"I tell you, this character's emotions are love and hate, paranoia is extreme, you want something that makes you hate itchy teeth, but you can't turn your face because of emotions."

Wu Li Shen pursed her lips, her eyes delicate.

When playing again, Ye Minchi noticed a difference. She sophisticatedly made the look she deserved, and suddenly Wu Li looked up fiercely, her eyes showing obsession and resentment.

He raised his chin slightly and fluttered: "Have I ever hurt you for the slightest amount?"

Ye Minchi's tone could not help but be a little weaker: "You ... you will follow brother."

"What do their lives do to me?" Wu Lishen squeaked gradually.

"you you."

Wu Li Shen Yan smiled: "It's all you are thinking about, but you don't want to take a look at me. The last time you met, it was the Mid-Yuan Festival. It's late winter.

"Cen ..." His throat moved and he paused. "I used to avenge me like you bullied me."

Wu Li's eyes became fierce, as if her bones were to be dismantled, and the whole person showed a strong possessiveness. Ye Minchi's legs were a little soft, and his lines were unfavorable.

In the end, the director's mind was in harmony, and it was said that the two cooperated well this time.

Several people gathered to look at the footage, and Wu Lishen's expression was quite awkward.

During the break, he swipes the screen with his mobile phone and opens WeChat. Poking into Cen Simiao's dialog box, she took the initiative to chat once last week.

But few words.

She could only seek him out, and he was not allowed to disturb the rest of the time.

Wu Lishen yawned. The man was not in a good position. He spent the money for a meal and a table, but only drank two yuan of tea.

I accidentally touched her and entered her circle of friends.

The newly-made selfie, at the entrance of the museum, half a side face, eyes looking at the camera, thick eyelashes, exposing delicate clavicle.

Cen Simiao did not contact Wu Lishen these days, and took a selfie every two days. I was looking forward to the coldness in his heart. Otherwise, the task is really only dead.

The painting is good or not, she doesn't know, the frame is quite exquisite. As soon as I saw the two pictures, I was dragged to a nearby restaurant for dessert.

The man was very beautiful and talked softly. Joking with Cen Simiao for a while, stepped into the shop, saw her eyes light up, and waved her hand toward one person.

Cen Simiao was baffled.

Lu Qi is very affectionate: "This is my girlfriend, she is waiting for us here."

He said to the sitting woman again, "I just met, isn't it beautiful? The name is also nice, called Cen Simiao."

The woman bent her eyes, "Hello, I'm Xu Senni."

Cen Simiao smiled and stretched out her hand: "Hello."

Sitting on the deck, drinking orange juice in his mouth, smiling in his eyes, listening to the two of them talking. Brain consciousness has long wondered where to go.

Today, this stage is estimated to be for her.

Cen Simiao was a little stunned.

Xu Senni suddenly turned her head and asked softly: "Does Miao Miao have any favorite paintings, today they are all famous painting exhibitions."

Cen Simiao bowed her head and took a sip of orange juice, frowning, and then frowned, briskly: "Which picture do you like best? See if the two of us think the same."

Xu Senni held her back subconsciously, raised her chin slightly, and said with a hint of pride: "These paintings are all good, but the favorite is the beast clump. This painting is Impressionist, but ..."

Cen Simiao quietly listened to her, nodding from time to time, and hesitated later. Xu Senni also noticed that the voice of the voice could not help lowering, but who knew that she frowned directly.

Xu Senni's face was ugly, and she simply said, "Do you have different opinions?"

Cen Simiao took a deep look at her, and sighed subtly, saying, "It's so rare to see a confidant when you look at the painting."

If Xu Senni didn't have eyes and was ambivalent, it would be a good word.

Lu Qi dragged Xu Senni calmly and resumed the conversation again, and her face responded ugly. Lu Qi glanced at him, seeming to say casually: "Still you marry well, the rings you usually wear are so big, not to mention wedding rings."

Xu Senni smiled lightly: "Isn't it just a ring? I'm not working now. If he finds someone outside, he won't be able to cry."

Lu Qi immediately exclaimed: "If he dares to find Xiaosan, don't worry, I will help you hit someone."

Cen Simiao dug a spoon of ice cream.

"Is Miao married?"

Cen Simiao nodded.

Xu Senni's eyes were delicate: "How does your husband treat you?"

Cen Simiao sighed: "A busy day away from home."

Lu Qi frowned and talked to her with a low voice. Be careful not to let her husband mess around outside, otherwise he wo n’t have time to cry.

Cen Simao suddenly opened her eyes wide, her eyes showing surprise and doubt. Lu Qi thought she didn't take it seriously, and was about to persuade her, and listened to her.

"Why am I doing that? He's just not at home. It's okay for me to play back so many nights, but he's at ease. And he was afraid of me, he gave me a lot of money, what he wanted to buy, what to buy."

Xu Senni and Lu Qi were speechless for two and a half days.

Cen Simiao sighed: "You don't know. I am twenty-four years old. He is ten years older than me. It's boring to stay together. I just look forward to him, don't come back."

Xu Senni felt her throat narrowed: "Yes, but your husband ..."

Without saying anything, Cen Simiao took out the bag behind her: "You see this is the latest model, isn't it beautiful? I bought it directly with his card."

"And my shoes are so valuable. I can't touch the ground on rainy days. I only knew I wore a bad pair."

Xu Senni still wanted to talk, and Cen Simiao suddenly saw the bag on her back: "Oh, why are you still the style of the previous season?"

Xu Senni's face was a little stiff: "I, I think this looks good, I haven't changed it yet."

Cen Simiao really sincerely said: "A bag has reached its value in two months. Your husband hurts you so much, and he must not be frugal."

Xu Senni dug a spoonful of ice cream.

Back at home, Cen Simiao was too hot for the whole person, and she was sweating all the way in the neighborhood. She collapsed on the sofa, turned on the air conditioner, and turned on her cell phone.

WeChat friends have a lot of likes.

She turned over one by one and saw Xu Senni, just added WeChat, and said she had a chance to meet again. Continue to turn, and suddenly saw Wu Lishen.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes.

She didn't hesitate to send her selfie so diligently, and finally moved.

Wu Lishen Shougong returned to his place of residence, went to shower first, and then lay in bed. I was going to close my eyes and rest for a while, but couldn't sleep.

Open the small video and watch it leaning on the pillow.

After a few minutes, nothing happened, and I was too tired today. Suddenly a WeChat message popped up, took a breath, and opened it.

Cen Simiao: Is it convenient to speak now?

Wu Lishen typing: I just returned to where I lived.

After a minute, there was no movement over there. As soon as he frowned, he saw a voice call.

The voice was soft and cold: "Hey."

He choked for a moment and swallowed his throat: "Well, are you home?"

There was a slightly tired tone on the other end of the phone, and the coquettish, who did not notice it, said that it was too hot today. Wu Lishen should make a few sounds from time to time.

When he calmed down over there, he paused for a while.

"How does the gallery look?"

Continue to listen to her, look down, and reach out to tear off the belt. The phone is slightly farther away, and the breathing is not that heavy.

He suddenly appeared, a scene of her lying on the sofa that night.

The skin is white and the cheeks are reddish, confused and unconscious.

"are you resting?"

Cen Simiao replied lazily, "Yeah, lying on the sofa."

There was no movement over there.

She frowned, glanced at her phone, and never disconnected. "What are you doing?"

Pause: "Hand movements."