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

And Jiang Er passed by without even giving him a peripheral vision, ran straight in, and saw Alan huddled in the corner.

At that moment, unprecedented anger rushed out.

He helped him up, his face flustered: "Alan, are you alright?"

Alan lowered his head, did not look at him, shook his head, and did not speak.

Shen Meng's teeth itch with hatred, and she was afraid of offending Jiang Er, so she just held Jiang Er's hand pitifully: "Ear, listen to me."
Jiang Er opened her hand, gave her a cold look, then hugged Alan, and left without looking back.

Shen Meng's hand was still in mid-air, and the whole person stayed in place, his eyes fell on the back of the hand, and the whole person fell into a bewilderment.

The little follower next to him said in a nonchalant way: "Sister Meng, do you think we want it?"

Shen Meng looked at her suddenly, her eyes were full of gloom: "I want your mother, get out!"

The little follower was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak.

And after a while, Shen Meng didn't intend to catch up, but stood at the door of the toilet, lit a cigarette, and sneered: "My things, unless I don't want them, otherwise no one will want to leave me." snatch."

"Crack."
Meng Gang clicked, bringing everyone present back to their thoughts.

This is really a big show, even Jiang Zhiyou couldn't help showing his joy.

Because a few days ago, he and Jiang Qingyan also had a rivalry scene, but Jiang Qingyan's acting skills were not good. He walked with him more than a dozen times and clicked many times in a row, which was really too much.

I thought it would be the same today, but I didn't expect that Jiang Qingyan's acting skills were much better than last time. She only ng three times and passed all of them.

After Jiang Qingyan went down, the assistant smiled, a little happy: "Qingyan, you made a worse mistake this time than last time."

Jiang Qingyan smiled at her gently: "It's just a coincidence."

The little assistant said a few more compliments, and she responded with a few more words before giving up.

In fact, only she herself knows why she can act so well, it's all because of her true colors.

Jiang Qingyan now felt uncomfortable whenever she saw Song Jianjian's face and thought that Lu Xing actually liked such a guy. She was so uncomfortable that she wished she could kill Song Jianjian like she was filming.

On Song Jianjian's side, there was a splash of water, and it was already autumn, so he couldn't help but feel a chill.

She shivered violently, then was wrapped in a quilt by Tang Yuan, and hurried to the dressing room.

Originally, Jiang Zhiyou wanted to ask, but Song Jianjian didn't even give him a look, so he could only let it go.

In fact, it's no wonder that when he held Song Jianjian's shoulders just now, he could feel her icy cold, but he couldn't help admiring her for being able to survive without collapse.

Jiang Zhiyou thought about it, and felt that there were still many misunderstandings between the two, and he might not be able to tell for a while, so he still made it to Jiang Qingyan's side.

"Good acting."

Jiang Qingyan smiled warmly, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Jiang Zhiyou rubbed her head: "Keep going, don't lose my face."

Jiang Qingyan immediately replied, "Who am I, how could I lose your face."

Jiang Zhiyou burst out laughing, and threw her a bottle of water: "That's right, how could our Ah Yan lose my face?"
Jiang Qingyan lowered her head, touched her own head, and complained: "I've grown up, don't touch my head like you did when you were a child."

Yes, Jiang Qingyan and Jiang Zhiyou grew up as childhood sweethearts. Although they haven't seen each other for several years, their relationship is still there.

Like now, that comforting familiarity is back.

Even Jiang Zhiyou couldn't help showing a smile, and echoed: "Yes, yes, you have grown up."

Jiang Qingyan snorted, she lowered her head and suppressed the look in her eyes.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

She had to admit that she had always thought that Jiang Zhiyou was on the same front as her, and had the right amount of hostility towards Song Jianjian.

She was even worried that Jiang Zhiyou would be confused by Song Jianjian's appearance.

After all, which man nowadays doesn't look at his face?If she is good-looking, she might be fascinated by it.

So in order to prevent Jiang Zhiyou from being like Lu Xing, she secretly said some bad things about Song Jianjian, hoping to leave a bad impression on Jiang Zhiyou.

In fact, she did.

Jiang Zhiyou really didn't like Song Jianjian very much, and as a young girl, she also felt that Jiang Zhiyou was a person who looked at the outside, so she was completely relieved.

She really didn't want Song Jianjian, a bad woman, to seduce Senior Lu away and take away her friends.

Originally, she didn't have any worries, but today, just now, she found that Jiang Zhiyou's hostility towards Song Jianjian seemed to have disappeared a lot, and he even cared about her as an exception.

Jiang Qingyan felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in her heart, and immediately pulled her back, blocking his chance to talk to Song Jianjian.

Now, she tilted her head to glance at the man who was smiling gently at her, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She said, how could Jiang Zhiyou like Song Jianjian.

Although Song Jianjian is good-looking, she is good-looking, but her nature is so bad, how could Jiang Zhiyou like her?

On Song Jianjian's side, she had just been splashed with cold water, and then she was hugged to the changing room, where she got a little warmer after changing a set of clothes.

Suddenly her stomach hurt, and her face turned pale.

The woman's intuition came up immediately, and she reckoned that her menstruation was about to come.

The original owner's health was not good. In the early years, he ruled the world, had irregular meals, and his body was deficient, which led to the disorder of menstruation time. Song Jianjian cursed and asked Tangyuan to buy sanitary napkins.

Because the aunt came, it was difficult to enter the play several times.

Besides, the original owner had dysmenorrhea, and Song Jianjian felt that he could die on the spot.

Fortunately, Meng Gang is a good director who cares about actors, so he simply let her go back to rest early.

Song Jianjian thanked him, but didn't insist.

Because she herself knew very well that staying here would not do much good, and might even delay the crew's progress.

Back at the apartment, Tangyuan was taken away by Sister Li to do other work, so she couldn't stay by her side, and Song Jianjian didn't care much.

When she came to the door, she subconsciously glanced at the next door and found that the door was closed tightly.

The owner should not be home.

Song Jianjian held back his pain and thought, Tangyuan's worries are really unnecessary, she is busier than her.

At least, she hasn't met her neighbors in the past few days since they moved here.

Maybe the time just happened to be staggered, or maybe he had no intention of interacting with her in the first place.

Song Jianjian thought about it for a while, and his stomach started to hurt again.

This time it was more violent than before, and the fine sweat on her forehead protruded densely. She had no choice but to take off her shoes, fell on the bed, and wrapped herself in a thick quilt.

Although it has no effect, it blocks the occasional chills.

Song Jianjian fell asleep while lying down.

When I woke up again, it was already dark outside.

The pain has eased a bit, but it's still excruciating.

Song Jianjian wrapped himself in the quilt, still sleepy in a daze, when he heard a knock on the door.

She didn't really want to get up, but the knock on the door became more and more urgent with her silence, and it seemed that there was a tendency to break in.

Song Jianjian could only prop himself up and get out of bed to open the door, slandering in his heart.

If it's nothing serious, she must have killed the idiot who knocked on the door.
Then, she opened the door and saw Lu Xing.

The man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his outline is exquisite and just right, like a born superior. He wears a windbreaker that slightly reaches his knees and is not buttoned up. On the bridge of his nose is a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which looks a bit gentle. The look of a scum.

But he frowned, obviously with a trace of panic.

Song Jianjian didn't expect it to be him, and got stuck for a moment.

When Lu Xing saw her coming out, Lu Xing frowned slightly, but his tone was slightly dissatisfied: "It took you 3 minutes to open the door."

Song Jianjian really wanted to pick up the broom next to him and smear him in the face.

What a patriarch.

She said angrily: "What's wrong, can't you not hear?"

I don't know whether Lu Xing believed it or not, anyway, his eyes lingered on her face before moving away slightly, and said in a cold tone, "Come in."
That very natural tone made Song Jianjian think for a moment that he was the owner of the apartment.

She muttered "unexplainable"

Even so, she followed obediently.

No way, she thought about it, according to her current ability, coupled with dysmenorrhea, let alone fighting, she was afraid that she would have to pay for it.

A good man does not suffer from immediate losses.

Song Jianjian glanced at the person who had entered the kitchen, was taken aback for a moment, and wondered, "What are you going to do?"

Lu Xing didn't intend to answer her, he glanced at her indifferently, and then took out her pot.

The shadow of the fried kitchen last time was still there, Song Jianjian's eyelids twitched subconsciously, and just as he was about to stop it, he saw Lu Xing raised his right hand.

She only realized that when Lu Xing came in, he was carrying a bag in his hand.

Song Jianjian's eyesight is pretty good. Even standing at the door, she still saw the word brown sugar.

For a moment, an unrealistic idea came to my mind.

It overwhelmed her in an instant.

Song Jianjian froze for a moment, as if trying to find some evidence, but to no avail.

Next, as she expected, she saw a man in a long windbreaker, with elegant movements and expensive clothes, lit the fire and started to boil brown sugar and ginger water.

"you."

Lu Xing raised his head slightly, as if he knew what she was thinking, his tone was cold, as always: "Your assistant told me that you are not feeling well."

No wonder he was a little anxious when he didn't hear the sound at the door.

It turned out that she was afraid of an accident.

This kind of emotion couldn't last longer, and Song Jianjian felt furious.

Unexpectedly, Lu Dog and Tang Yuan had only met each other a few times, and they had been in contact in private without telling her.

Tangyuan is something to eat from the inside out!
She thought angrily, let Lugou pay the glutinous rice balls in the future.

I don't know if it's because the house hasn't started a fire for a long time, and now the sound of boiling water feels full of fireworks.

Song Jianjian leaned lazily against the door, his mind was in a mess, thinking of this place for a while, and thinking of other places for a while.

Finally, his eyes fell on Lu Xing who was washing his hands and making soup.

The fog was dense, and for a moment Song Jianjian felt that Lu Xing didn't seem so high above him, at least he didn't seem so far away.

It was like the stars that she could only look up to suddenly fell into the world.