her rose

Cheng Ying stared at the phone and was stunned for 2 minutes.

She thought she was as decent as Jiang Hanguang, even if she didn't contact her immediately, at least she would report to herself before going to work.

But now the whole morning is almost over, and there is no artist picture of her. Manager Cheng, who is pretending to be aloof, feels that he can no longer wrong him, so he dials directly.

When the bell rang, she had already prepared a bunch of educational words in her heart.

She didn't bother to say that the two had nothing to do before, but now, it's time for Ms. Jiang to know how a normal manager educates artists.

As a result, no one answered.

Jiang Han only you...

Cheng Ying held her breath in her heart, and directly brought back Cheng Mantou, who was surfing the Internet, and let her invade the crew's surveillance.

"Using child labor is illegal!" Cheng Mantou complained.

"When will your robots establish a nation and then talk about the law on the protection of minors." Cheng Ying took a sip of coffee, frowned, and pointed to the software on the phone called "Spanking", the threat was palpable.

A good girl doesn't suffer in front of her eyes, and Cheng Mantou called out the monitoring of the crew of "White Clothes" in less than five seconds.

The setting area turned into a majestic fairy palace at this time, and Jiang Hanguang was still in the same white dress, kneeling outside the palace.

Although he just flipped through the script casually, Cheng Ying never forgets the useful information.

This scene is Mo Yan's dying struggle when his assassination of Bai Yi is revealed and he is about to be expelled from the fairy gate.

In the original book, even in the original script, Mo Yan is a character that people love to hate. Zeng was full of hope, like a little flower struggling to get out of the cracks in the rocks, showing a childish smile to the stingy sunshine.

She thought she had escaped, she thought she could be like everyone else, she thought she didn't have to be any heavenly prisoner, but an independent person.

But the cruel world will always tell those young people who are still dreaming, you want to be beautiful.

The shadow of the family is lingering, and her family members are like parasites growing on the roots of this flower, mercilessly sucking up all the nutrients from her.

Her mother scolded her for being disloyal and unfilial in front of her disciples, and her elder brother directly asked her for the marriage fee, and if he didn't pay, he would take her back to marry someone in exchange for money.

Mo Yan lowered his head and spoke less and less. He just practiced with a sullen face all day long, and gradually alienated him from other disciples in the sect.

She lived alone in the darkness of constant anxiety, rotting alone.

Until she saw the real girl in the sky - Bai Yi.

Family background, talent, love, friendship, those things that she can't get anyway, surround Bai Yi inexhaustibly.

Why, some people are born to be thrown on the ground to get rid of bad luck, while some people already have everything when they are still babies.

She couldn't help herself to take revenge, as if taking something from Bai Yi was the greatest resistance to this unfair world.

But she failed, and even what she had was taken away.

She knelt in front of the majestic door, bleeding from her forehead, but no one answered her.

Until she was completely transformed in that endless kneeling.

She no longer hated Bai Yi, she suddenly understood that what was aimed at herself was the whole world.

It is this world that should be smashed, and all the people who take pleasure in bullying her.

She hurt the one loved by the world, and the world wanted her to die.

Let's see who dies first.

Jiang Hanguang's eyes slowly turned cold, her tears were dry on her face, and some man-eating monster seemed to emerge from the depths of her black pupils.

She stood up on her legs, took a last look at the high palace gate, wiped the blood off her forehead vigorously, and limped out.

It's hard to connect her with the quail-like woman who was scolded by Fan Jie yesterday.

Cheng Ying's eyes followed Jiang Hanguang's figure unconsciously, her breathing slowed down, and she watched the man in white on the screen walk into the dark abyss.

Until—"Director, what the hell are you shooting? Why does she want such a good shot for a villain?"

Miss Hua Ran is always so obnoxious without wasting time.

The corners of Cheng Ying's mouth twitched, his eyes became more indifferent as he looked at the domineering girl, and he got up to change his clothes.

Jiang Hanguang sat in the rest area and rested for a while, then got a helpless signal from the director that she had to reshoot. She got up calmly and prepared to kneel for a while, but suddenly there was a force in her shoulders, and she used an irresistible force to hold the film. She pushed back into the seat.

"?" She raised her head subconsciously, but saw Mr. Cheng, who had appeared frequently in the past two days, was still dressed like a walking pendant, holding her with one hand and holding a half-eaten ice cream with the other, looking at it with a rippling smile. Director Yuan.

"How many times is this?"

Director Yuan didn't expect Cheng Ying to appear again, so he took half a step back in shock, and answered her first, "Fifth time."

"Cough, yes, Miss Jiang." Cheng Ying laughed more cheerfully, and patted her on the shoulder lightly, "Others filming is filming, but you are military training, you can kneel when you say splash?"

"..." Although Cheng Ying's tone and content were not correct, Jiang Hanguang always felt that this was not a good thing to say.

And for some reason, Jiang Hanguang was keenly aware of her unhappiness, even though Cheng Ying didn't do anything out of the ordinary at this time.

Where did I offend Mr. Cheng?

Jiang Hanguang, who was at a loss, could only face the current situation in the way he treated Fan Jie.

Silence, still silence.

During this awkward silence, Cheng Ying's blood pressure bar quietly jumped up.

Emotional self-importance saves others, and others treat themselves as perverts.

She chewed the cone roughly like a blood-drinking savage, and licked the remaining ice cream on her fingers.

"Miss Jiang is my artist now." She touched her trouser pocket left and right with a clean hand, and found that she didn't bring a wet wipe, so she unceremoniously planned to wipe it with that outrageously expensive pullover T-shirt. finger.

Right here, a wet tissue was handed up from below, and in front of her, Cheng Ying lowered her head and saw Jiang Hanguang's dark eyes.

Very sincere eyes.

Like a cat who doesn't know what it's doing wrong, but rolls its belly over because you ignore her.

Can I understand that you are showing weakness?Miss Jiang Hanguang.

Cheng Ying's temper, which came and went without a trace, was ruthlessly shoved, and even though she was reluctant, she could not help but let out a satisfied whine, and disappeared without a trace.

She squeezed the corner of the wet tissue and pulled it out of Jiang Hanguang's hand, wiped her hands, and smiled brightly at Director Yuan, "Can you take me to see Miss Hua?"

Jiang Hanguang looked at Cheng Ying's back, but remembered that when he came here when he was a child, he accidentally broke a vase in the class, and his father was called to the teacher's office when he came to school.

That's what he said.

"You wait for me."

That night, Jiang Hanguang was beaten for the first time in his life, and he didn't have dinner. The pain was so painful that he couldn't sleep and cried all night under the covers, so he was very impressed.

Jiang Hanguang unconsciously straightened his back, which was already straight enough, like a prisoner waiting for judgment, feeling apprehensive in his heart.

Cheng Ying followed Director Yuan, and saw Hua Ran sitting in a golden position in the filming area from a distance, surrounded by four or five assistants, tightly packed, drinking steaming black tea, her eyebrows were furrowed with concern for the country and the people .

I don't know but thought she was the director.

Cheng Ying sneered in her heart, but she still didn't show it at all.

When Hua Ran saw Director Yuan, she immediately complained, "Let her take another photo of the dilly-dallying, who are you going to show off with?"

Whoever dares to show off with you, whoever comes with your posture will have to give you one first.

Cheng Ying raised her hand first and said hello, "Sister-in-law, I didn't let her come."

Hua Ran with drooping eyelids saw someone following Director Yuan, and said in surprise, "Xiaoying, why are you here?"

You really don't see the outside world.

Cheng Ying looked at this little princess who was a few years younger than herself, and while thinking about how to bury her, she continued to smile, "Oh, it's not bad luck, that Miss Jiang's former manager committed a crime and was arrested. After being arrested, the group of people in the company's valuation department didn't know which one was wrong, so they assigned her to me to find a job in her place, so I can't just leave her alone?"

"Oh..." Hua Ran nodded, then frowned and looked at Cheng Ying, "Then what do you mean, you love her?"

She thought to herself, what Cheng Liang said was right, this Cheng Ying was indeed a womanizer who couldn't be supported by mud, and just after breaking up with Xu Ning, he set his sights on other prey.

She doesn't care what Cheng Ying thinks, anyway, in her first leading role, no one can try to steal the limelight from her.

Cheng Ying shook her head, "What's so distressing, it's the artist's duty to suffer a little while filming, but..." She looked at Hua Ran with a smile, "It doesn't matter to me, she doesn't act well, I'll tell you The director said, delete this paragraph."

Hua Ran's eyes lit up, "You think so too? Director Yuan, look..."

She had already mentioned it like this, but Director Yuan kept talking about him and never accepted her fault. Now Cheng Ying, the artist's manager, brought it up by himself. How could Director Yuan refuse?

"This, this, this..." Director Yuan wiped his sweat. He knew who Hua Ran belonged to, so he never dared to disobey her, but this scene is very important, and Jiang Hanguang's acting is really good. Do a good job of psychological construction to completely abandon the face of cultural people, it is really impossible to agree with the suggestions of these two drama killers.

Cheng Ying couldn't tell that Director Yuan was a man of integrity, but it's a pity that the film was shot like a dog before, and the film was ruined long ago.

She smiled obsequiously at Hua Ran, "I'll talk to Director Yuan alone."

After speaking, she pressed the man's neck, turned around, and whispered in his ear.

"Miss Hua is my sister-in-law. The sky is falling and she stands tall. Do you think my brother can't stand it? But you, if you offend him because of this, you won't be too comfortable in the Cheng family in the future."

Director Yuan was sweating coldly from her words, but he suddenly realized that the scandal between Hua Ran and Cheng Liang had already spread all over the sky. This time, his skills have slipped so badly. No one knows whose fault it is. Anyway, it's not his own. Well, it's not worth offending Cheng Liang for this rotten show.

He immediately turned around and put on the same flattering smile as Cheng Ying, "Ms. Hua Cheng is right, but I was wrong. This scene will be deleted, and I will tell the screenwriter teacher."

Cheng Ying and Hua Ran laughed with satisfaction, but their hearts were indifferent.

After all, human beings, once they understand the pros and cons, they will reveal their penny-pinching scales, and for the sake of their own career, they will sacrifice the things that others have worked so hard to shoot, without blinking an eye.

Similarly, in order to force herself to tag her, a movie queen would be so stupid as to give herself a booster.

For their own selfish desires, they can be as shrewd as machines and as stupid as monkeys.

How do you go about establishing a forward connection to a buggy machine?

Cheng Ying once had it, but because of her own stupidity, she lost it again.

Then she tried twice and failed.

She turned her gaze to the lounge where Jiang Hanguang was.

I hope you don't disappoint me, Miss Jiang.