His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

In the evening, Su Zhe went to find Zhao Lingshui and discussed in detail how to arrange the ghost market. In the middle, he also called for stage props and makeup.

Scene manager: "That road? Is there anyone? No one is okay, but it's only a day of arrangement? Director, we are not a grass-roots team, how can we do it in a day!"

"Don't worry about it, I borrowed a lot of props from Mr. Huang, and I don't have any special requirements for the table." Su Zhe quickly explained.

"Why not!" Props yelled, his eyes widened and he said, "Those tables look old, but they have nails on them. If any camera catches this, it will be a compilation of gangsters! Who knows if those tables are What can go wrong! Do you know this even if you are a martial artist?"

Su Zhe smiled apologetically, and secretly looked at Zhao Lingshui, who unexpectedly said with a thoughtful face: "You're right, since you want to be in the mirror, the standard must be higher, by the way, the clothes are okay, right?"

"Which scene's costumes?" The scene costumes were weak and authentic, "Isn't it a fighting scene last time? The costumes are all muddy and washed, and they haven't been dried. This place is particularly difficult to work in. There is no wind and sun and it is not big enough."

"Get an electric fan to blow it on." Zhao Lingshui said irresponsibly.

The costume on the scene looked a little unhappy, and muttered in a low voice: "Oh my god, the electric fan."

"Borrow!" The producer said casually, and turned his head towards Su Zhe with a lot of enthusiasm, "Xiao Su, do you think this matter can be settled tomorrow?"

What exactly is stored on your phone?

Su Zhe couldn't help slandering, and said calmly: "If it goes well, I'm thinking now, if it doesn't work tomorrow, then let's not keep trying. The chances of such a thing are actually not very high. Just try your luck, if you don’t succeed, just change your phone.”

The producer's face turned green, as if he wanted to get angry but couldn't. The corners of his mouth twitched for a while before he replied calmly, "Isn't there a safer way?"

"I can't think of it for the time being." Su Zhe said tactfully, "Actually, I just happened to catch up with this matter, and I wasn't prepared to deal with it..."

"Then tomorrow! Try it tomorrow!" The producer laughed immediately, "I'll go and notify the various departments first, start preparing from today, and make sure to succeed tomorrow!"

Su Zhe returned to the room with full confidence, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiang Bei lying on the bed against the wall, turned his head towards him, and said with a greasy face: "Hi——"

Su Zhe: "..."

The narration box dispelled Su Zhe's doubts: Xiang Bei's sincere efforts are doomed to be in vain, and this is the reason why too much is too much.

"If you dare to speak in such a tone again, I will castrate you." Su Zhe said decisively, raising one hand to make a gesture of pinching an egg, "Do you want to try how it feels to break an egg?"

Xiang Bei's smile cracked a little, and he sat up silently and restored his original tone: "Why did you go?"

Su Zhe briefly talked about the conversation with Zhao Lingshui, and said: "Now everything is ready, the only thing I owe is Dongfeng!"

"Yeah." Xiang Bei nodded and said, "Starting tomorrow, if you don't give me a morning every day..." At this point, he suddenly vomited a big mouthful of blood, it wasn't blood streaks but jet plasma!

Su Zhe was so frightened that he wanted to help but didn't dare. He said cautiously: "You, are you okay? What are you going to say? Fuck me, don't mess around!"

After Xiangbei vomited blood, he lay on the bed and panted for a while, then raised his head with tears in his eyes: "So you hate kissing me so much?"

"Huh?" Su Zhe was confused, "What are you talking about?"

"I thought you should be willing to give me a good morning kiss every day from now on, don't you?" Xiang Bei said pitifully, "Look at me, I vomit such a big mouthful of blood." He said another small mouthful, and the quilt was stained with blood. The scene was horrific.

Only then did Su Zhe understand, and he said angrily: "Is there something wrong with you? Say hello to me before using Lingling? Let me tell you, I hate good morning kisses the most. Why kiss in the morning without brushing your teeth? You are breathless." ?"

"No, don't you have one?" Xiang Bei said bluntly,

"I've had stomach problems, I had them before!" Su Zhe said angrily, "I don't have them now, but I have to be careful. Stomach problems are very easy to suffer from, so I really hate good morning kisses!"

Xiang Bei was stunned for a while, then suddenly smiled: "So you don't hate me?"

The corner of Su Zhe's mouth twitched, but he didn't make a sound. Don't provoke Xiang Bei at this time, anyway...it's not right!

"Why do you ask me to give you a good morning kiss with your words?" Su Zhe suddenly reacted, "What are you doing?"

"Isn't it the spirit of gambling?" Xiang Bei said innocently, "Don't you want to try again, can you arrange the ghost market?"

Su Zhe said angrily: "The bet is that I will kiss you good morning every day?"

"I didn't expect you to have secrets." Xiang Bei dragged his voice, "Come on, come on, can you change it again?" After finishing speaking, he said without waiting for Su Zhe to express his opinion, "If You can every..."

This time, Su Zhe didn't wait for Xiang Bei to finish speaking. Without hesitation, he pinched Xiang Bei on the bed with both hands like a caterpillar, and then he whispered: "Will you I'm talking about a normal bet."

Xiang Bei rolled his eyes, and murmured twice.

"Just blink once you agree." Su Zhe said.

Xiang Bei blinked quickly, and Su Zhe was a little worried. After a while, the narration box did not appear, and the matter basically remained unchanged. He let go of his hand slowly, and heard Xiang Bei grinning, and said quickly in a low voice: "During the Huangjiacun period, if you could give me a goodnight kiss every day, then your goal of setting up a ghost market can be achieved!"

Su Zhe really wanted to beat Xiang Bei violently, but the words had already been spoken, and he had to face the reality: "I'm going to set up a ghost market tomorrow, what will happen if I don't kiss you later?"

"What do you think?" Xiang Bei smiled and lay down, and was about to go to bed covered with a bloody quilt, "I'm going to go to bed."

Su Zhe struggled for a moment looking at Xiang Bei lying on the bed blinking his eyes, and then leaned down and gently pressed a kiss on the other's cheek.

The narration frame smashed on Xiang Bei's face: This comfort is not easy to come by and must be cherished.

"Good night?" Xiang Bei said with a smile.

"Good night." Su Zhe sighed, no more trouble, the deal is done, adults have to learn to face the bleak reality, not to mention that Xiang Bei is not so bad, at least he still works, right?

Su Zhe had a wishful thinking, and tomorrow he will run the ghost market, but he will not kiss later, so he wants to see what Yan Ling can do?

On the third day, after getting up, Su Zhe excitedly ran to the window to see: it was raining.

Su Zhe: "..."

Why is it raining? !

The rain didn't stop, and it turned into a torrential rain in the evening. Zhao Lingshui very inhumanely pulled Qiao Muyou out to film the rain scene.

Of course, this ghost market will not work, Su Zhe had to give another goodnight kiss, and fell asleep with great expectations at the same time.

On the fourth day, Qiao Muyou had a bad cold and a fever. Since Zhao Lingshui wanted to capture the ghost market, he must have a heroine.

On the fifth day, the landslide on the road leading to the outside of the village made it impossible for anyone to get out, not to mention props.

On the sixth day, the landslide was cleared until the evening, and it was too late to arrange.

Su Zhe was a little bit crazy.