The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

An Jing was forced to learn to be independent and take care of Anyang since she was a child. She was worried that Anyang would lose the most basic education without her parents, so no matter how hard she worked and practiced, she would set aside a fixed time every day to teach her homework.

Not only studies, but An Jing has to help with every aspect of life. The burden of the aunt’s family is already heavy enough, plus her uncle is doing nothing all day long, and her cousin is wayward and domineering. An Jing only tells An Yang that she is not allowed to find anyone else if she wants to eat whatever she wants. Acting like a baby, I can only come and tell my sister that my sister will help buy things that are really useful.

After a long time, An Jing realized that she seemed to have taken care of others as an instinct, and it was the same when she first met Ge Zijie... Subconsciously, she took care of that unsmiling woman as Anyang.

Thinking about it, I also felt funny for my original boldness.

Mo Yan snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, "If you've always been so kind to me, be careful that I really like you."

"Cough, cough, cough!" The third person in the tent finally couldn't help interrupting, Wan Yu patted his clothes and stood up, "The director is urging you, hurry up and get out."

Then she opened a corner of the tent, stood where she was, and stared at the two of them.

An Jing quickly reacted, put down the ointment, and walked out, Mo Yan followed slowly, Wan Yu went out before her, and put down the tent curtain to block Mo Yan inside.

An Jing jumped to one side as requested by the director, and smoothly entered the next scene.

From here on there are lines, but there is no need for An Jing to recite them by heart, because the dancer only has one line to say.

I would.

The script is set, the prisoner played by Mo Xian at the banquet is a dancer who looks very similar to the princess in his eyes. The princess above the seat is what she wants, but the dancer in front of her looks like a high-quality replica, which she can play with at will. replica of .

So she made a condition to the emperor, using the dowry left by her mother-a pair of fine jade braves to exchange with the emperor, and keep the dancing girl.

It's just that the princess stopped her, saying that the dancer is a living thing, and she should have asked her what she thought.

So the dancing girl was brought to Mo Yan and forced to answer her questions, and only then did she have the three-character lines of An Jing.

The dancer knew that if she left the banquet with nothing, she would return to her previous nightmare life. Maybe when she was older and the rewards were less, the host would force her to sell herself. She didn't even want to die.

The torrential rain just now became much smaller, and the raindrops floated down from the air like feathers and landed on An Jing lightly.

She is cold, but she is more nervous. Maybe her so-called acting skills are outstanding enough among the trainees, but if she really wants to put it on the stage and compare with these seniors, An Jing is struggling. Mo Yanyi's aura is like A completely different person, An Jing has been suppressed by her, acting very reserved.

With the surprise of the previous dance, Director Chen has stricter requirements on An Jing. He called out several times, but none of them was enough to meet the qualification line in his heart.

"An Jing, don't be nervous, just use the state you were in just now, with a more natural expression."

An Jing bit her lower lip. It would be fine if she just kept getting caught in the rain while filming repeatedly, but with so many actors beside her, she was under too much psychological pressure.

"Xiao Jing, or else you can see me as Mo Yan." Mo Yan saw An Jing's hands shrunk under the hem of her clothes and clenched into fists. He knew the burden in her heart, but the more nervous and eager to express, it would often backfire, " Didn't I always force you to do things you don't like, treat me as that annoying Mo Yan, your acting will be smoother."

"You can do it, you've never failed before, haven't you." Mo Lian put his palm on her head and moved down smoothly.

"Does An Jing need to rest?" Seeing the two people moving, the director thought that An Jing was uncomfortable, "Take a rest if you feel uncomfortable."

Just took a break because of the shower, how could An Jing let the crew delay the progress because of her own lack of work ability.

"Director, I'll try again." An Jing shook her hand at him.

Turning around and closing her eyes, she went through the script again in her mind, recalling the feeling of a dancer who had no choice but to fight when she read it.

The director has already called the start, and she brought into the play the feeling of living under the fence of her aunt's house. The situation of the dancer is also the same at this time. She has to make the best choice with no way out.

"Have you heard what the princess said? Do you voluntarily stay by my side?" Mo Yan said in a slow tone, his eyes slanted at the figure sitting on the stage, but his fingers frivolously lifted An Jing's chin.

An Jing was forced to raise her head, her eyes flustered, the dancer tried to find some sense of security from the woman in front of her, but humbled to find that the man looked at her as if she was looking at an inanimate object, lifeless.

She clearly smiled, but her eyes were as cold as the snow in the North Pole, bitingly cold, when a gust of wind blew, An Jing shivered subconsciously, but outsiders thought it was the dancer's reaction after being frightened by those eyes.

Chapter 60

Thin raindrops floated on her hair, and some of her eyelashes fell, and the damp eyelashes drooped slightly, covering her eyes with a layer of mist.

At this time, the dancer knew that she had no other choice. She knew that if she didn't make the move, she would immediately become a useless waste product, only to die.