Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

Li Xianfeng didn't yell "Ka", and the others didn't dare to listen, and no one went up to comfort Liu Zhen at the moment.

His attention was always on Wen Yang's expression in the zoomed-in lens. Wen Yang hadn't played yet, so he looked at his hands, showing remorse and a little apology on his face.

Li Xiangyu is a daughter of a thousand pieces of gold. She was angry, but she also regretted her impulsiveness, embarrassing a woman on the spot and losing her identity.

But as a spoiled young lady, she couldn't bear to apologize to a lowly actor, so she stomped her feet arrogantly and walked away.

Wen Yang completely acted out this taste, probably because he was wearing a danjiao costume and makeup on his face at this time, and these small movements of women would not make people feel uncomfortable.

Because the acting skills are very good, people are easily drawn in, and no one pays attention to Liu Zhen.

But Liu Zhen was relentless: "Wen Yang, you did it on purpose!"

Wen Yang looked at her innocently: "What is Miss Liu talking about?"

"You!" Liu Zhen's face darkened, and her cheeks were still slightly painful.

Thinking of something, Wen Yang bowed apologetically: "I'm sorry, Ms. Liu, I got too deep into the drama, and forgot that I am a man, and my hands are not as strong as a woman's."

His performance just now is indeed like Li Xiangyu possessed in the play, every little expression is amazing.

No one would think he did it on purpose.

"Wen Yang's performance just now was very good, just follow his performance just now, it shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

Li Xianfeng looked at Liu Zhen displeased, "Or do you need him to demonstrate again?"

Liu Zhen's downcast eyes were full of viciousness: "Director, I know how to act."

"Thank you for your advice." She raised her head and said gratefully to Wen Yang.

Wen Yang smiled brightly: "You're welcome, it's my honor to help Miss Liu."

Liu Zhen glanced at him aggrievedly, touched her face and said to Li Xianfeng: "Director, please allow me to go down and fix my makeup."

"Hurry up." Li Xianfeng looked at her meaningfully.

A simple play made mistakes again and again, no matter how natural Liu Zhen behaved, he couldn't hide it from him, an old Jianghu with sinister eyes.

He patted Wen Yang on the shoulder: "This kind of thing won't happen again next time."

With his temper, if this kind of thing happens a second time, don't worry about him turning his face and ruthlessly telling her to leave.

There was no wave in Wen Yang's eyes: "It's just a small matter, the director doesn't have to worry about it."

He shrugged and smiled, the things that can be solved on the spot are trivial.

Li Xianfeng rubbed his arms, why did he feel that the kid's smile was a little creepy.

Liu Zhen looked at the redness and swelling on her face in the mirror, and was just about to send her down to post a Weibo post to seek sympathy, and by the way, black and warm.

But thinking of Liang Yeshu's lessons learned from the past, she dismissed this idea.

The financial backer behind Wen Yang is the CEO of Zhaohui Entertainment, she can't move.

Thinking about the consequences carefully, she regretted her previous actions, and some things were better done in secret.

It's best to borrow a knife to kill people, so as not to stain yourself with ashes.

Covering the red marks on her face with foundation, she gritted her teeth, put away the resentment in her heart and appeared in front of the camera.

The subsequent shooting went relatively smoothly, but by the second day, she realized what despair is.

Wen Yang mostly guides the people who play against him in a persuasive and persuasive manner, and can quickly help the other party into the play.

But Liu Zhen, who had bad intentions for him, obviously couldn't get this kind of treatment.

When he opens up to perform, every action and every expression is a play, and his strong rendering power can easily bring the person in the play into it, making the other party's emotions under his control.

"Crack!"

After several NGs in a row, Li Xianfeng seemed particularly impatient: "Liu Zhen, what's the matter with you? You can't shoot such a scene well, what the hell are you doing?"

"Are you a pig brain? Even a newcomer is better than you!"

"If you want to cry, go home and cry. This is not the place for you to find your mother if you are not weaned."

Li Xianfeng's temper became more and more irritable, "I'll give you another chance, if it doesn't work, get out of here immediately!"

"I know the director is wrong, please give me 10 minutes to adjust my state." Liu Zhen wiped away tears, NG several times in a row, the director's accusation, and the impatience of other people made her mentality tend to collapse.

But when playing against Wen Yang, she would unconsciously enter the aura he created and be led by the nose.

From Wen Yang's scenes with other people, she clearly saw the contrast, and knew that he was suppressing her.

But what can she do?

An old actor was overwhelmed by a pure newcomer, and if she said it, people would only laugh at her for being incompetent.

After this scene was finally over, she clutched her chest and let out a sigh of relief, but this was just the beginning of a nightmare.

Li Xianfeng also saw the problem, but could he still accuse Wen Yang of acting too well?So we can only point the finger at Liu Zhen.

Wen Yang said softly: "I am also responsible for not bringing Ms. Liu into the play, and I should apologize for that."

Liu Zhen was very angry, and she forced a smile: "It's my own fault, and I'm very sorry to have troubled you, Wen Yang."

Wen Yang didn't mean to be modest with her at all: "It doesn't matter, I believe Miss Liu will be able to adjust herself in a very short time."

The unchanging warm smile on his face made Liu Zhen want to tear his mouth open.

He overwhelmed her and even forced her to apologize. His generous performance earned him a good reputation as a good-tempered and patient man in front of everyone.

Li Xianfeng coughed lightly, and called Wen Yang aside: "You kid, take it easy, I'm still counting on the Spring Festival show."

"I didn't do anything." Wen Yang blinked and said innocently.

In my previous life, when I was young, I was struggling for my dreams. After I became famous, I didn't have time to enjoy it because of my illness.

In this life, he was more than ten years younger, and he wanted to let go of his temper, live a chic and comfortable life, and live out the demeanor that this young age should have.

He only knows that blindly forbearance will only make some people worse.

So, in fact, there is still such a small grudge in his bones.

His clear eyes made Li Xianfeng choke, and he gave him a helpless look: "You kid, the character of that fellow Fu Chao is simply carved out of the same mold, how bad it is."

Wen Yang didn't understand why he looked at him, the pure eyes coupled with his overly good-looking face, the lethality was not ordinary.

Li Xianfeng's old face almost turned red, and he waved his hands: "Tonight, I will ask Liu Zhen to apologize to you sincerely, and this matter will be over."

Wen Yang stood there smiling, but what Li Xianfeng said earlier reminded him of Fu Chaolai.

He needed to be outside for a few months to join the team, so he entrusted the general to Fu Chao to take care of him, and Ke Ke helped to open the mouth.

Because the general has a bad temper, he refused to accept Ke Ke and Wang Feng, but he was very peaceful in front of Fu Chao.

Wen Yang thought that Fu Chao would refuse, but unexpectedly he agreed directly, and said it was a reward for eating.