Chapter 293

"Try it." Yan Yiqing nods, hands over the script and mobile phone to Xiao Mengyao, and goes to see Xia Yijian who keeps his eyes closed, "where's brother Xia?"

"Yes." Xia Yijian opened his peach blossom eyes. It was clear inside, like a kind scholar who didn't know the world. His white shirt also showed a strong scholarly atmosphere. His eyes seemed to stick to Yan Yiqing's body. They were so sweet and painful that "... You can say anything."

Yan Yiqing and Deng Sen are used to Xia Yijian's evil acting skills. However, the first time they met Xia Yijian's staff, they were all shocked.

——Even if it's the same face, it can't make people think of the cynical movie king.

Dunson waved his hand. "Come on, it's in good condition. Let's start shooting now!"

Yan Yiqing is a simple skirt and a small suit. As soon as she closes her smile, she becomes a strong woman in the workplace.

Yan Yiqing is a simple skirt and a small suit. As soon as she closes her smile, she becomes a strong woman in the workplace. Deng Sen strongly opposes the play that Xia Yijian insists on. In fact, it's not easy to say it's simple, and it's not difficult to say it's difficult.

It was two days before Yin Wenjing's marriage that his friend asked him to drink his last single wine. He was so drunk that he ran to Song Ying to ask who she was. After being rejected mercilessly, he lost control and was just seen by Song Ling.

However, this scene has to be split into two parts. After all, both Song Ling and Song Ying are separately decorated by Yan Yiqing. In the end, special effects are indispensable.

Dunson gestured to a few of the staff nearby, said again that he was going, and then hit the board.

The whole scene immediately turned into silence, and everyone even dared not go out of the atmosphere. They all focused on the scene.

"You must be at home." Yin Wenjing's enunciation became unclear. Holding the wall of Song Ying's house downstairs, he frowned and said, "you lied to me, you just don't want to see me."

He listened attentively to what the person on the other end of the phone said, for fear that if he missed a word, he would miss the meaning of the other party.

Listen, listen, he hit the wall heavily. The sound of the flesh and blood and the iron monster was so dull that it couldn't reach the other end of the phone. However, his tone was always full of depression, as if something was about to break out of the ground under the illusion of calmness, "you lied to me."

Then he was silent for a long time, and then he said slowly, "I'll wait downstairs. You don't go out today. You always have to go to work tomorrow. I --"

In another separate camera, Song Ying was standing still, holding a shopping bag in her hand and hanging up with no expression, "I said, I'm not at home."

“……！” Yin Wenjing suddenly turned around and didn't even notice that her mobile phone fell to the ground. He took a step toward Song Ying with a smile on his face, then stopped abruptly and began to tidy up his appearance, biting his lips and buttoning his shirt to the top.

He bowed his head and did not dare to see Song Ying, so he missed Song Ying. The corners of his mouth loosened slightly, revealing a smile that was almost invisible.

After finishing the arrangement, he raised his head in relief, worded for a long time, and squeezed out three words, "sorry..."

Song Ying's face is as cold as ice now. Yan Yiqing is very good at this expression. "Did you call the wrong number?"

"I'm not looking for Song Ling...!" "I want to ask you something," Yin Wenjing said quickly

"You asked

Being so readily agreed, Yin Wenjing was a little at a loss. After thinking for a long time, he said cautiously, "have you got the invitation?"

"Well."

"Will you come?"

"Yes."

After only two questions, Yin Wenjing's eyes turned red. That is not to cry before the eyes red, but he used up his willpower to contain his ups and downs of emotion, "... Why do you want to promote me and Song Ling?"

Song Ying asked him coldly, "don't you like Song Ling?"

Yin Wenjing was asked. He love song Ling, as like as two peas. He would not choose to marry him. But sometimes he feels that he loves Song Ling because he has another person's shadow. Many times, Song Ling is even the same as that person.

Yes, it's not that person who looks like Song Ling, but Song Ling looks like that person. At first, that person was just a shadow, but now, the shadow is gradually clear, becoming the image of Song Ying.

"If I said I like you, would you..."

"Shut up." Song Ying sternly stopped him, "who is about to get married, what nonsense are you talking about? Let Song Ling hear what to do? "

Yin Wenjing is very introverted. When he was scolded by someone who was regarded as a senior, he immediately stopped talking and was a bit stubborn. "Marriage is something you love and I want to do. If I don't want to, others can't force me to go to the wedding with a knife."

"You drink too much." Song Ying frowned and saw off the guests mercilessly. She wiped Yin Wenjing's side and walked to her own stairs. "Go home and have a sleep. You still have a lot of things to do tomorrow."

"I didn't!" Yin Wenjing suddenly cried out.

His sudden change from introverted and clear to vicious scared the onlookers and nearly fell off the chair.

Song Ying in the field was not affected at all. She stepped on her home shoes and walked inside as if she had heard nothing.

Yin Wenjing, after all, is a man. After two big steps, she catches up with Song Ying, crazily embraces her from behind, grits her teeth and says, "I think something's wrong with me, otherwise how can I feel that the person I love is not Song Ling, but you!"

There is nothing special about these two lines in the script. They are read out by Xia Yijian word by word, but all the people present are covered with goose bumps. They are almost scalded by the burning emotion. This is the skill of the movie king!

"Let go." Song Ying said coldly.

"I know, only you can tell me the answer." Of course, Yin Wenjing didn't let go. He continued to reach the top of Song Ying's head, as if the language could be transmitted directly into his brain from there. "Only you know the answer, but why don't you tell me?"

"..." only the close-up of the camera captured Song Ying's lips, which were not bloody, "Yin Wenjing, you are drunk."

"Song Ying, you lied to me!" Yin Wenjing's voice rose again. With endless darkness, he turned Song Ying fiercely and pushed her to the wall of the stairs with so much force that he even made a bang.