After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

Although Xia Tian told himself not to think so, he still couldn't help being filled with jealousy.

When Mo Xiaoyu returned to the dressing room, he was still preoccupied.

"How is it? Has Xia Tian forgiven you?" Luna put down her phone and asked with concern.

"En." Mo Xiaoyu replied sullenly.

Luna breathed a sigh of relief, and asked with puzzled eyes: "She has forgiven you, why do you still look frowning?"

"Xiamen has forgiven me, but I always feel that she is a bit reluctant." Mo Xiaoyu carefully recalled the conversation with Xia Tian, ​​and somehow felt that something was wrong.

"After all, the heroine of the movie is gone." Luna can understand.

"Ah." Hearing this, Mo Xiaoyu's self-blame and guilt grew stronger.

"Don't think too much, this is my fault, I wish I had asked clearly at the time." Luna knew she had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly comforted her.

Mo Xiaoyu didn't blame Luna. Now that she is leading three artists by herself, she will inevitably make some mistakes, and she completely understands.

"It's not your fault, I don't blame you."

"It's a big deal, I'll give some resources to Xia Tian."

Luna sighed, Daisy's resources were still looted by the company, she got a few, and she hadn't had time to give them to Mo Xiaoyu.

"Let's see, I don't think Xia Tian will necessarily want it." Mo Xiaoyu thought that with Xia Tian's temper, what if he thought it was a charity.

"It's too difficult." Luna couldn't help it.

In the past, this kind of resources are all obtained according to their own ability, so there is no need to be so entangled.

If Xia Tian and Mo Xiaoyu were not friends, Luna would not bother to comfort her.

That's it.

"Let me think about it again." Mo Xiaoyu couldn't think of any other way, so he simply closed his eyes and signaled the makeup artist to put on her makeup.

After putting on makeup and changing costumes, Mo Xiaoyu walked towards the set absent-mindedly.

Walking to the entrance of the studio, before entering the door, Luna's cell phone rang, she walked aside to answer the phone, Mo Xiaoyu didn't pay much attention to her because of his own worries.

Not long after, Luna came back and said apologetically, "Xiao Yu, I have to accompany your two juniors to make an announcement."

"Okay, go get busy." Mo Xiaoyu finally came to his senses.

"Don't worry too much. When I come back, I will help you find a solution." Luna patted Mo Xiaoyu's shoulder reassuringly.

"I see." Mo Xiaoyu forced a smile.

Luna wanted to persuade her again, but the phone rang again. She picked up the phone and shouted angrily: "What's the rush, I'll be there right away."

While roaring, he looked at Mo Xiaoyu.

Mo Xiaoyu quickly waved his hand to indicate that she was fine.

Luna nodded and left.

As soon as she left, Mo Xiaoyu's shoulders collapsed, and funeral characters were written all over his body.

"It's too difficult for me." It's so difficult to be in such a dilemma.

Mo Xiaoyu couldn't think of any way to make up for Xia Tian.

Did she invest in a movie?
But she doesn't have much connections and doesn't have that much money.

Mo Xiaoyu didn't think of a way until An Dao found someone to call her.

"Today's scene is a group play. You concubines follow behind the queen. Take your seats from this side and pay attention to the steps here..." Director An explained the play to Mo Xiaoyu and others, and Mo Xiaoyu followed absent-mindedly. Walk.

"Xiao Yu, did you hear what I said?" Dao An suddenly called his name.

"I heard it." Mo Xiaoyu cheered up and said, but she didn't even know what Dao An actually said.

"Okay, all departments are ready, and the shooting will start in 3 minutes." Director An glanced at her, turned his head and said.

Mo Xiaoyu heaved a sigh of relief, and told himself to concentrate quickly and finish the filming of the scene first.

"Action!"

When Director An gave an order, Mo Xiaoyu immediately raised his head and chest, and walked at the front of the guard of honor.

But the more she told herself to concentrate, the more distracted she became.

Especially when Xia Tian was still walking behind her, Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help but want to turn around to see if Xia Tian was in good condition.

"CUT!" Director An said dissatisfied: "Xiao Yu, what's the matter with you, you are the queen, you should look forward here, why do you keep turning your head?"

"I'm sorry, Director An." Mo Xiaoyu shrank his neck.

This was the first time An Dao got angry at her, and Mo Xiaoyu's face turned red with embarrassment.

"Do it again." Dao An glanced at her, but didn't say much after all.

Mo Xiaoyu quickly adjusted her status, and after saying "ACTION!", she raised her head and walked forward in a cold manner.

After walking a few steps, I didn't see the steps under my feet. I stepped on the air all of a sudden, lost my balance, and threw myself forward.

"Be careful!" The actor who played the maid gave her a hand.

But Mo Xiaoyu was so aggressive that he still fell to the ground.

His left knee just hit the ground, and he could vaguely hear the sound of the kneecap colliding with the cold and hard ground.

Mo Xiaoyu showed a throbbing expression unabashedly.

The servant girl was the closest, and when she heard the voice, she showed empathetic pain.

"Are you okay?" Everyone came to their senses and came forward to help.

"It's okay." Mo Xiaoyu said it was okay, but when he got up, he took a deep breath.

"Xiao Yu, are you okay?" Xia Tian squeezed over from the crowd of concubines.

"I'm fine." As soon as Xia Tian came, Mo Xiaoyu immediately pretended to be indifferent.

"Really?" Xia Tian was dubious.

She was far away, so she could only see Mo Xiaoyu fall, but nothing else.

"I'm really fine." Mo Xiaoyu pretended to be strong and walked a few steps.

When walking, my knees throbbed and hurt, and I could vaguely feel something hot and humid dripping from it.

Eighty percent of it is broken.

Mo Xiaoyu was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, but his face still looked calm.

Seeing that she was walking without hindrance, Xia Tian was relieved.

At this time, Director An came over, saw Mo Xiaoyu's appearance, and said helplessly and angrily: "When I was speaking about the play just now, I asked you to pay attention, and you didn't listen after seeing it."

Mo Xiaoyu smiled mischievously.

"Forget it, take a rest for 5 minutes, and adjust yourself quickly."

"Yes, Director An." Mo Xiaoyu nodded obediently.

Only then did Director An leave, and the surrounding actors dispersed after a few words of concern.

Mo Xiaoyu especially wanted to see the injury on her knee, but Xia Tian was still there, she didn't want her to worry, so she suppressed the throbbing pain and talked to her with a natural expression.

Seeing that Mo Xiaoyu didn't show any pain, Xia Tian said: "I'm going to touch up my makeup. Be careful when filming later."

"I see." Mo Xiaoyu waved his hand with a smile.

As soon as Xia Tian turned around, her little face wrinkled.

Mo Xiaoyu lifted up the hem of the skirt carefully, and there was a bloodstain on the white trousers.

She was still wearing long johns underneath, and the blood stains could be seen, which showed how hard the knock was.

"How to deal with this?" It was obviously too late to change pants and apply medicine in 5 minutes, not to mention a delay of 2 minutes.

Mo Xiaoyu was worrying when suddenly footsteps came from behind him.

Hearing the sound was a girl's footsteps, thinking that Xia Tian was back, Mo Xiaoyu hurriedly put down her skirt.

As a result, a sarcastic female voice was heard.

"You are really clumsy, you can't even walk well, and you have caused us to follow you to retake the film."

Recognizing Xue Jingrou's voice, Mo Xiaoyu ignored her.

As if I didn't hear it: "Xiao Lin, please help me touch up my makeup."

"Here we come." The make-up artist walked over immediately, and when passing by Xue Jingrou, he said in a not very polite tone: "Please make way, you are in the way."

When pushing Xue Jingrou away, the makeup artist murmured softly: "A good dog knows not to block the way."

"Why are you talking like that? Everyone help me judge." Xue Jingrou pretended to be wronged.

It's a pity that Xue Jingrou sang a one-man show.

Not only did Mo Xiaoyu and the make-up artist ignore her, but the staff also didn't flatter Xue Jingrou as before.

After all, there is no comparison between the Xue Group and the An Ye Group, and everyone can clearly distinguish which is more important.

It's wrong to face An Zhengye for the sake of a small business.

Xue Jingrou waited for a long time, but no one cared about her.

The grievance couldn't be pretended anymore, stomped his feet angrily, and left unwillingly.

As soon as Xue Jingrou left, the makeup artist burst out laughing, and vomited shetou at her back.

"Pretend."

"Why do you bother her more than me?" Mo Xiaoyu said amusedly.

"I hate scheming whores the most." The makeup artist said frankly.

"Well said." Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help giving her a thumbs up.

The two talked and laughed, and it was time for a break.

Mo Xiaoyu didn't have time to take the medicine, so he endured the pain and went on stage.

It's okay when I'm sitting, but when I walk, my knees throb and hurt.

Fortunately, Mo Xiaoyu's ability to endure pain is first-rate, and he was trained in fighting.

Although the body has changed, this endurance has followed.

Mo Xiaoyu clearly felt that when he rested, the blood that stopped seemed to flow again.

Fortunately, she was wearing a queen's dress. The skirt was very dark and the fabric was thick, so it couldn't be seen when she was walking.

Although the knee hurts, it doesn't show on the face.

The only thing to be thankful for is that because of the pain, Mo Xiaoyu was very focused, and finally passed this scene over and over again.

"Very good, ready for the next game." Director An ordered, and Mo Xiaoyu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

She wanted to change her pants in the dressing room, but today was all her play.

Apart from changing into a robe, Mo Xiaoyu stayed on the set all day.

Didn't call it a day until six o'clock in the evening.

Mo Xiaoyu's knees were so painful that they were numb, and he couldn't tell anything unusual when he walked.

When I went to change clothes in the dressing room, I saw that the red blood stains on the white pants had turned dark red.

At first glance, I thought it was some kind of stain.

Just as Mo Xiaoyu was about to change his pants, the makeup artist suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my God, Xiaoyu, are your knees okay?"

"Shh, don't make such a fuss." Mo Xiaoyu stretched out his index finger and put it against his lips.

The makeup artist quickly covered her mouth and nodded.

"Shut the door tightly." Mo Xiaoyu winked at the makeup artist.

The makeup artist immediately followed suit.

After the door was closed, Mo Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the chair with a little inconvenience, and was about to take off his pants.

The white trousers were all stained with the long johns, and she didn't take them off, but touched her knees instead, and she gasped suddenly.

"Let me help you." The makeup artist couldn't stand it anymore.

"Thank you." Mo Xiaoyu sweated slightly on his forehead.

"It's all like this, why don't you say it?" The makeup artist finally took off his pants, the blood on them was hardened, and asked distressed and puzzled.