Chapter 370

Smoke gradually blocked the camera, blurred her delicate face.

Dunson took a deep breath. "Card!"

When the people around them seem to be alive and start to act busily again, Rong Yilan suddenly burst into tears, startling Yan Yiqing who just sat up from the sofa.

"What's the matter?" Rong Mo asks Yao Mei, who is crying on her arm.

"I, I don't know." Rong Yilan sobbed and said pitifully, "I just want to cry... It seems that she has lost her last spiritual support, but she can't even cry. I'm so sad!"

Yan Yiqing just wrapped up a thick coat, came to hear this, can't help laughing, gently patted the next Rong Yilan's head, "don't cry, it's just a movie."

"I know," Rong Yilan said with embarrassment and stubbornness, wiping her eyes. "Not everyone can perform this kind of feeling."

"You haven't seen brother Xia acting. He's much better than me." Yan Yiqing squatted down and said to her face-to-face like a little sister, "this kind of thing only appears when creating. People don't simply go back to the past and do it all over again."

Rong Yilan looked at her and asked in a low voice, "what if it's you?"

"Me?" Yan Yiqing smiles and twists away a lock of hair that sticks to her face for her. She lightly avoids this question. "I don't think I can do it all over again."

"If it's me," Rong Mo said suddenly, "even if the opponent is myself, I won't give up. Again, I have too many advantages in my hand. Why should I push the person I like to another person's arms?"

Yan Yiqing was stunned, looked up at him, unconsciously gave him a spoiler, "Song Ying can't live long, she doesn't belong to this world, she will die after fulfilling her wish."

"Let the other party remember me forever, engrave my name in her heart, even if I die, she belongs to me from beginning to end." Rong Mo said firmly, "what's more, in the plot, the last three people didn't get what they wanted. They just hurt others and didn't benefit themselves."

Yan Yiqing droops her eyes. She really can't evaluate Rong Mo's remarks. She pulls back her hand and closes her hair. "Mr. Rong, everyone has different ideas."

Rong Mo squints his eyes, reaches out and pinches Yan Yiqing's wrist, "are you hurt?"

Yan Yiqing is stunned. She follows Rong Mo's eyes to see that she is really burned by a cigarette. After she finally lights the cigarette with a lighter, she accidentally pokes it because she shakes her hand. She is just too involved in the play. After the camera ends, she pays attention to Rong Yilan. She doesn't find it at all.

Rong Mo frowned and stood up, and told Xiao Lin, "go to the car and get the emergency medicine box."

After hearing this, dunson rushed over, "there are emergency medicines in the crew. I'm going to get them now! Is it serious, Xiao Rong? "

"Not in the way." Yan Yi Qing Qu fingers, calmly shaking his head, "not much pain."

"Nonsense." Xia Yijian, who just came out of the room, said in a low voice, "it's all burned like this. Hurry to deal with the wound. I can't go to the hospital. I won't shoot today. "

"It's not as serious as you said." Yan Yiqing looked at them as if they were facing the enemy one by one. She couldn't help laughing. By the way, she quietly took out the shackles of the stranger. "I'll take some medicine. Later, I'll pay attention not to let my hands be photographed in the camera."

With that, Yan Yiqing walks over to the director's assistant who is running with the medicine box. She lightly flushes the tap next to the crew for a minute, and then goes to iodophor. It's like nothing has happened.

"Ann, is it really OK?" Rong Yilan stood beside him and asked uneasily, "I remember when I was a child playing with matches, I was burned and it hurt for several days."

"It really doesn't hurt," Yan Yiqing said patiently. "It's just a small injury. Some actors are much more seriously injured at work, and action movie actors often break their bones."

"But you are a girl!" Rong Yilan raised her voice a little bit. "It's good for a girl to enjoy her life. Why are you so strict with herself..."

"Yilan, you know, everyone wants to live a different life. I think it's very good now. You must understand me and not force me to change my own ideas, right?" Yan Yiqing calmly put away the drugs one by one. Seeing that the assistant director was in a cold sweat, she quickly took over the rest of the work.

"As long as you marry my brother, things will be very simple..." Rong Yilan muttered.

"Don't say that again." Yan Yi, after a pause, turns to look into Rong Yilan's eyes and asks in a low voice, "do you really think that the Rong family will accept me as their master's wife?"

Rong Yilan bit his lip and stopped talking.

In fact, now all - except perhaps Rong Mo himself - all the insiders don't think that these two people will eventually be together. It's not a joke to say that they are equal to each other. In Rong Yilan's opinion, perhaps because of Rong Mo's insistence, the Rong family and the elders will finally compromise, but they will never let Yan Yiqing become Rong mo '.

Even the pure Rong Yilan thinks so. How can Yan Yiqing not think of these things. From the moment she forgives Rong Mo, even if Rong Mo really wants to be with her and marry her, Yan Yiqing doesn't think he has the possibility of success.

Sometimes she would think, Rong Mo, such a thoughtful and vigorous person, how could he seem a little naive in such a place.

"Is it really OK?" Rong Mo's voice rang coldly, which frightened Yan Yiqing.

"It's really OK." She quickly repeated, with emphasis, a little complaint, "a little injury, we all make a fuss."

"It's because you're not pampered that other people don't trust you." Rong Mo seemed to sigh, and seemed to have no, "how can you carry everything by yourself without saying a word, don't you feel tired?"

Yan Yiqing tilted her head and looked at Rong Mo, not angry or annoyed. "What's the use of saying it when you're tired? It's better to save the strength and move on rather than spend it on the unnecessary moans of illness. "