A Record of the Survival of the Excellent Female Supporting Work through the Book

With Sister Li's relationship, her role in this movie is directly determined by default, so there is no need to go through the process.

The director of the film was Meng Gang, a cutting-edge director, not really famous, and there were not many films that could be made, but Song Jianjian was a little surprised to be able to invite Jiang Zhiyou.

And Meng Gang really had a severe headache. He didn't expect that his movie would be watched by Song Jianjian.

He is thirty and two years old, and this time the script really took him a lot of time, and he was also rushing to win the prize, but when he met Song
He felt that winning the award was suspended, not just suspended, it was a dead end.

Thinking of him calling Zhang Li, he wanted to have a mental preparation in advance.

Zhang Li and Meng Gang are students at the same school, but they came out to hang out a few years earlier than Meng Gang. Although their temper is a bit worse, they are still very loyal.

When he heard Meng Gang say that Song Jianjian had taken over the role of female number one, he froze for a moment.

His silence made Meng Gang even more panicked.

"Brother, tell me, what should I do? Is my good role going to be ruined like this?"

For some reason, Zhang Li always felt very much like his original self when he heard these words.

That stupid and ignorant self.

A bit unbearable.

He sighed old-fashionedly and said: "Gangzi, listen to my brother's advice, don't underestimate Song Jianjian."

Meng Gang let out a bewildered sound.

Zhang Li continued: "Song Jianjian's plasticity is very high. Since she can take over this drama, it means that she is sure to hold this role. You don't have to worry about it."

"If you have that spare time, why don't you worry about whether your male lead's acting skills will be crushed by her."

This was the first time Meng Gang had heard Zhang Li speak so highly of an actor, and he became a little more at ease for a while, and couldn't help but look forward to Song Jianjian a little more.

Song Jianjian didn't know about this.

She hasn't received the news of the launch for the time being, so she has accepted an idle commercial these days, and then usually stays in the apartment to study the script, and when she is free, she will start a live broadcast to earn extra money, or play a game with Xie Jiao.

Of course, there is nothing to do to have a hypocritical husband-wife relationship with Lugou.

However, she didn't know that her perfunctory behavior became a sincere concern in Lu Xing's eyes.

Lu Xing thought about it, and felt that it was not good to be too indifferent to Song Jianjian, so he went to see Song Jianjian when he got off work.

When he reached the door of Song Jianjian's apartment, he raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, when he heard a violent female voice coming from the room.

"Xie Jiao, I'll fuck you, you must be sick, why did you shoot me?"

Lu Xing was stunned for a moment, but he didn't react.

He looked up at the house number to make sure he had gone the right way.

In that room?
Did he hear it wrong?
The next second, the woman's voice sounded again, even more irritable than before: "I told you to stand where you are and don't move. If you move again, I will screw your head off!"

This voice is very familiar, and the familiar can't be more familiar.

But Lu Xing was unusually silent.

He looked at the door in front of him silently, and finally raised his hand and knocked on the door unwillingly.

Song Jianjian was playing a game, and without thinking too much, he stepped on a pair of slippers and went to open the door.

Four eyes facing each other.

She froze for a moment.

Lu Xing was also stunned, staring blankly at the woman in front of him.

He was sloppy, wearing a pair of slippers, no makeup, a nightgown, and a mobile phone in his hand.

It cannot be said that Lu Xing is an appearance associationist, he just feels that the contrast is too great.

Song Jianjian has always been very delicate in front of him, which is rarely the case.

He still remembers the time when he was just married, almost when he woke up in the morning, Song Jianjian had already put on his makeup, and even pestered him to ask if he looked good.

Although he never looked carefully.

but now
I was suddenly shocked.

Song Jianjian was at a loss for a moment, unable to react.

Until Xie Jiao screamed from the phone: "Ah, Xiao Song, I am dying, come and save me!"
Song Jianjian came back to his senses, and subconsciously hid the phone behind his back.

He smiled with a stiff face, "Why are you here?"

Lu Xing glanced at her indifferently, and sneered: "I don't know if I don't come, my legitimate wife has another face.

Song Jianjian almost had the same hands and feet.

Everyone was stunned.

It's not because I'm afraid that Lu Xing doesn't like it, but because I feel that my character design is about to be overwhelmed?
She was terrified.

Seeing her devastated look, Lu Xing slightly softened his expression, thinking that he was frightened, and his heart softened slightly.

Said: "Don't worry, even if I saw it, I won't divorce you."

Song Jianjian: ""

Damn, please, divorce me!
She didn't dare to say it, she was a coward, and could only hold the phone silently, cut off Xie Jiao's screams, squeezed her throat, and said softly, "Honey, why are you here today?"

Lu Xing would not say that he came to see her specially, but just snorted softly: "Grandma asked me to come, so I had to reluctantly come to see you.

Song Jianjian: ""

I really thank you.

She blinked her eyes and obediently followed behind Lu Xing: "When are you leaving?"

Just came and asked when he left?
A trace of suspicion flashed in Lu Xing's heart, but after thinking about it, he felt that he had misunderstood.

Song Jianjian should not be expecting him to leave, but wishing that he would not leave.

Feeling a little more at ease, he pretended to be reserved and said, "It depends on the situation."

Look at your sister's situation!

The president of the dignified Lu Group, do you have the nerve to skip work?

Does not work overtime be worthy of the employees of your company?

Song Jianjian muttered in his heart, then looked up with a smile on his face, looking really obedient.

For some reason, Lu Xing thought of a cat his mother had raised before, and it was the same, very good. '

It's also very fierce when it comes to fierceness.

Lu Xing glanced lightly at Song Jianjian's room, it was still clean, but the sofa was full of bags of potato chips and junk snacks.

He frowned slightly, and was in a trance for a moment.

It seems that this kind of life, this kind of Song Jianjian is real.

He shook his head, temporarily shaking off this strange thought.

Looking down, she saw that Song's sharp slippers had been thrown at the door, and her bare, white and tender feet followed behind him step by step.

Lu Xing didn't think much, and directly lifted him up.

Really bring it up!

Song Jianjian blinked blankly, felt his feet leave the ground, and threw them on the sofa in the next second.

And Lu Xing whispered: "Remember to wear shoes."

After that, he bent down and found a pair of shoes under the sofa, and put them on for her.

This series of movements is done very smoothly and naturally, as if it has been done countless times.

Song Jianjian froze for a moment, his ankle was still held by the man's warm palm.

In the next second, she subconsciously broke free from Lu Xing's shackles, and shrank back into the sofa.

Lu Xing seemed to have just realized what he had just done, a slight uneasiness flashed across his face, and he said lightly, "Have you cooked yet?" sluggish.

But Lu Xing felt that he was staying in an air now, and he might not know what would happen, so he could only roll up his sleeves slightly: "I'll do it." Song Jianjian didn't really hear what he said clearly, but he was dull. With a sound.

When the figure of the man entered the kitchen, even the aura that belonged to him disappeared, and the person sitting on the sofa slowly let go of his shoulders
Song Jianjian glanced at his ankle, and touched it lightly with his fingers.

I just feel that the temperature there is about to burn up.

Faintly hot.

too weird.

And she didn't know what was going on, she just felt that the scene just now seemed familiar.

But after thinking about it carefully, it is impossible for her and Lugou to have any contact.

One is a character in the book, and she is a person in the real world, how could there be a connection?
Song Jianjian shook his head and put the matter behind him.

Lu Xing in the kitchen started to regret looking at the pots and pans, he is not very good at cooking.

I learned some when I was in school, but after I started working, I seldom cook for myself.

Looking at these tableware now, it is a bit difficult to start.

Reluctantly, he had already boasted about Haikou, so he could only start to do it silently.

President Lu thought, isn't it just a meal, can he still be troubled by a meal?

In fact, it was really stumping.

Song Jianjian was holding his mobile phone, ready to send a message to Xie Jiao, and said that he would not go online at night.

As a result, as soon as it was posted, there was a bang in the kitchen.

It scared her soul out.

Before she had time to read Xie Jiao's reply, she hurried into the kitchen to read.

In front of his eyes was President Lu wearing an apron, staring blankly at the explosion pot in front of him.

Song Jianjian: ""

She patted her chest with lingering fear, thinking to herself that it's a good thing the kitchen wasn't blown up for her.

Lu Xing was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered his indifference, and looked at Song Jianjian calmly.

"Your pot is of poor quality."

Song Jianjian: There is a saying MMP, I don’t know if I should say it or not?
She smirked and said perfunctorily, "That's right, the quality of my pot is not good."

Lu Xing quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He said, how could it explode suddenly, because the quality is not good.

Song Jianjian was really afraid of him and pushed him out.

"So, I'll cook next."

Lu Xing was a little surprised that she could still cook.

After all, she was spoiled and raised since she was a child. Even if the Song family has less contact with her now, they can't be harsh on her and don't give her food, right?
Because Song Jianjian wanted to enter the show business circle, it was true that he had less contact with the Song family on the surface.

But in terms of money, the Song family still loves her dearly, and the living expenses are not less.

But Song Jianjian didn't move at all.

Maybe she can also use the money, but she dare not use it.

Because it belongs to the original owner, not her.

Lu Xing was originally skeptical, standing by and watching.

Then I saw Song Jianjian tidy up the kitchen in an orderly manner, then took out a new pot and started cooking.The whole process was very quiet, except for the rising of oil smoke and the sound of oil boiling, there was no other sound.

Lu Xing was slightly lost in thought, looking at Song Jianjian's busy back.