Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Seventy-third bowl of soup (nine)

Seventy-eighth bowl of soup (nine)

"It's true that money can make a ghost run the mill." While the director was talking to others, Zhong Lang turned his head and said to Qing Huan.

"..." What more could she say.

She thought that Zhong Lang would stay on the set and watch her all the time, but Zhong Lang squeezed her face and asked her to work hard, and then he left! The surprised Qing Huan couldn't help but say, "You..."

"Huh?" He turned his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "You want me to stay?"

Just kidding, of course not. So Qing Huan rattled his head, shook his head and felt like he was killing himself, what if he changed his mind? Before she could figure out how to remedy it, Zhong Lang walked back and touched her head: "I'll pick you up at night."

He can keep her working and watch her from time to time, but can't bear to go to bed at night with his arms empty. He has slept with a white bone for decades, and now this person is really alive, and he can't lose it anymore.

"Good."

Zhong Lang got her approval and turned to leave. Qing Huan looked at his back and stood there blankly. She had an idea in her heart, so clear, but she still didn't want to dig it out. ——Maybe after the excavation, she will no longer be the former self.

Do you want to understand Zhong Lang to accompany Zhong Lang, or do you want to resent Zhong Lang and fear Zhong Lang as always? Qing Huan didn't know, she couldn't tell which option was more terrifying.

Of course she doesn't love him, she doesn't love him long ago.

But she didn't fall in love with anyone else.

If Zhong Lang has always been that gentle illusion, if she has never discovered the truth, then she will definitely love him very much and will never like others again. But in fact, Zhong Lang was not the gentle and elegant man she thought. He was a jackal and a poisonous snake in his bones, and he was desperate to destroy the world. This was completely different from her pursuit. But.

But.

But what?

Qing Huan didn't think any further, because the director had already called her to start filming.

Although he made a lot of money, the director still cherishes his feathers. He likes money, and he likes good movies and actors, so when he first received Zhong Lang's invitation, he refused , until Zhong Lang raised the price to an astronomical figure, and the director who did not love fame and fortune also... fell. He was dying to make his demands, and if the heroine didn't satisfy him, then he wouldn't shoot and the money wouldn't be refunded.

After he finished speaking, he waited for a long time and almost thought he was going to be banned, only to hear a faint um.

So confident?

He has been pondering who the heroine will be. He has seen this a lot. The investors are the ones who put in a vase with no acting skills or an internet celebrity who has plastic surgery. In fact, he regrets taking over the film director. , What if there is no guarantee for the evening festival?

But he never expected Mr. Zhong to be more crazy than he thought. He didn't put in a vase or an internet celebrity, he was just playing! Send a girl who hasn't even taken an acting class? !

The first time I saw Qing Huan, the director thought that this girl was good-looking, really good-looking, and her appearance, temperament, and image were very good, but when I asked, well, she didn't come from a major, and she didn't have any acting experience!

How can Qing Huan tell him that I have made many movies in my previous life, won several actresses, and even been your heroine. At that time, you still praised me as a talented and talented actress in front of the media... ...but about being born again, speaking out she's worried she'll be caught for an autopsy. Up to now, I can only let the facts speak, no matter how she says it, the director will feel that she is lying to him.

Zhong Lang...

The director, who was originally in the mood of breaking the pot, suddenly lit up when he saw the first scene! In the face of the old drama, it is not inferior, the angle of entry is perfect, not to mention the photogenic appearance, mainly because the acting is really good!

Is this really an amateur who has never acted? Why do you look older than the old drama bone? There is no stage fright at all, and the best in his imagination is nothing more than this!

The director, who was still a bit dejected, came to life in an instant! He jumped up from his chair and threw himself into filming as if he had been beaten.

At noon, Qinghuan followed the crew to have a lunch box. What surprised her was that Zhong Lang didn't come, and he didn't send anyone to watch her... Shouldn't he? In her previous life, she escaped several times, and only later did she realize that someone had been following her, but this life is not the same as before.

She didn't see Zhong Lang standing not far away until the end of the day's play, when the director said that everyone had worked hard. He stood by the door, half in the light, half in the dark. Such a person was full of voices, but Qing Huan suddenly felt that the whole world had become extremely quiet. He waved to her, and she walked over, and was then held hands. The director saw Zhong Lang from the corner of his eye, and quickly and cheerfully When I ran over, I was complimented, and Qing Huan was embarrassed.

"...Shut up." Zhong Lang couldn't be bothered. "It's up to you." Of course she was the best.

The director is not angry when he is scolded. He has a hunch that this film will become a film that surpasses all his previous works! Artists are unwilling to stay in the past, they always want to surpass themselves only.

Zhong Lang put his arms around Qing Huan's shoulders. Seeing that she didn't wear much, he put his suit jacket on her. Qing Huan smelled a faint smell of smoke. He thought he was smoking again. The smell was very light, Zhong Lang had probably been here for a while, but she didn't notice it, so the smell of the smoke had almost dissipated, but she suddenly coughed a few times, both real and intentional.

Zhong Lang frowned, let go and took a few steps away from her. Qing Huan looked at him, and he said, "I smoked just now."

He is addicted to smoking, especially in his previous life without her, only tobacco and alcohol can make his life a little easier. How can he easily break the habit of so many years, and he can endure not smoking at home. It is Zhong Lang's limit.

"Don't smoke?" Qing Huan said tentatively, "It's not good for your health, nor is it good for me."

After she finished speaking, she added, "I don't like the smell of cigarettes."

"I know." He walked side by side with her, the moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and the night was shining like day, and gusts of cool wind blew, and it seemed that something was quietly changing between them, "After that No more smoking."

"Really?" she asked again.

"Hmm."

Qing Huan lowered her head and watched as the shadows of the two people on the ground first became longer - then shorter, and then disappeared again, feeling the moonlight eroding her exposed skin, with a hint of coolness and a hint of intoxication, It's all too easy to become weak on nights like this. "I'm hungry."

She didn't eat much at night, mainly because the lunch box was too greasy and her stomach couldn't take it.

"A cake for you."

Arriving in the car, Zhong Lang took out a beautifully packaged small box, which contained a piece of delicate and sweet strawberry cake, a small piece, just enough to fill the stomach without being unable to eat anything else. Qing Huan ate it one bite at a time, and even had a feeling that the two of us could live together peacefully.

She sniffed and ate more than half of it. Zhong Lang swallowed the rest without disgusting. Then she was a little far away from her. She didn't move her feet today. Maybe she was worried about what she said just now. The smell of smoke is not good.

When he got home, he went to cook noodles. Qing Huan sat on the chair and rubbed his finger that was injured yesterday, vaguely aware that something beyond his control was flying in one direction and could not be pulled back.

After eating, taking a shower and going to bed, she didn't want to say anything or do anything after a tired day. Just when she was about to fall asleep and her mind was already blurred, she heard Zhong Lang's low voice: "Are you tired?"

"Tired..."

"I'm tired, but I love it, right?"

"Um..." I like it. I like it very much. She loves the job, loves it, takes pride in it, and regards it as her honor and dream.

Zhong Lang smiled lightly, and then said something, but Qing Huan didn't hear it very clearly. After all, she was very sleepy, probably... it was something like "just like it".

Should... be.

The filming of the movie was not easy. Although there were no action scenes and no danger, the director's high standards and high requirements made everyone but Qing Huan miserable. From the beginning of thinking that this airborne heroine would ruin the movie, to when everyone was crushed by the director, only she could fulfill the director's requirements perfectly, Qing Huan was no longer a vase in the eyes of everyone. Even if it is a different time, a different place, and a different person, her strength and hard work are obvious to all.

If such a person does not succeed, then who else can?

On the day the filming was over, Qing Huan felt the burden on her shoulders being lifted. While the banquet was over, she leaned into the director's ear and asked a question. The drunk director told her about the film Zhong Lang Investment without much thought. How much money she paid, that number scared Qing Huan so much that she couldn't hold the chopsticks firmly in her hand. Her eyes twitched, and for the first time in her life, she realized that Zhong Lang really doesn't take money seriously.

Is it really that important? Her in this life, her dream in this life?

On the way home when Zhong Lang picked her up, he realized that something was wrong with her, his eyes were weird, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"What?"

Qing Huan listened to his question, turned to look at him, and asked a bit tangled: "Do you think this movie will sell well?"

Zhong Lang drove by himself today, and when she asked, he thought she was worried about the box office, "Of course." Even if it doesn't sell well, he can buy it well.

Whoever told him that he had nothing but more money.

Qing Huan didn't hear what he meant, and asked again: "Then... Can you get the share you got back?" Seeing that he didn't understand, he added: "It's you who gave it to the director. price.”

Zhong Lang smiled: "I'm worried that I have no money?"

"No." She denied it too quickly, but instead looked guilty.