Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

boom!

Qiao Yi blushed when Wen Jia said it, and almost smashed shit at her with her mobile phone.

There's nothing wrong with it, she's still an innocent little C girl, okay?

Besides, she and He Yunting have such a pure boy-boy brotherhood.

Qiao Yichong stuck out his tongue at Wen Jia, 【You old filthy woman, filthy demon king, don't taint the pure hearts of the flowers of the motherland. 】

Wen Jiabai glanced at her, [I don't know who it is, but I picked up his clothes on the first day we met. It's not shameful to be greedy, why not admit it. I am very generous, I am the body of Zhujiu who is greedy, greedy to death, haunted by dreams. 】

Joe sneered, you wait for me.

After He Yunting settled the unprocessed documents during the day, when he looked up, he saw Wen Jia and Qiao Yi sitting opposite each other, staring blankly.

Especially Qiao Yi, whose eyes almost popped out.

"Isn't it right? Are you filming pantomime?"

Joe was startled, and turned his head hastily. The redness on his face still hasn't faded, "I'm afraid of disturbing you to read the documents."

The layout of the room is that of an open suite. The bed is opposite the sofa. He Yunting is reading documents, so all the lights outside are brightly lit. On the bedroom side, only the bedside lamp is on, and the light is much darker. So He Yunting didn't see her flushed face at all.

I just feel that when Joe speaks, his movements are a little unnatural.

He Yunting glanced at his watch, it was almost ten o'clock.

He put away the documents on his lap, and stretched out his hand to Qiao Yi: "Show me the script, and I'll help you."

"You still play against each other?"

Qiao took a look at Wen Jia, stretched his long legs, got up and walked over, handing over the script with both hands.

Wen Jia felt that he was deeply disgusted, and couldn't sit up on the bed, so he got up.

The two stood in front of He Yunting one by one, like elementary school students waiting for their class teacher to correct their homework.

"Sit and block the light."

He Yunting glanced at her with the end of his eyes.

Qiao sat down next to him, but Wen Jia didn't dare, so he brought a dining chair over and sat in the corner farthest from the sofa.

He Yunting flipped through the outline of the story, then frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"The script sucks."

Joe One: "..."

Well, this script, to be honest, she didn't think it was particularly good either.

But it is in line with the aesthetics of young people nowadays.

After He Yunting understood all the actors' composition, he asked Qiao Yi where to start, and he and Qiao played together with ease.

At first, Qiao Yi thought that the so-called confrontation by the big boss meant reading the lines to her.

But who knew, when He Yunting uttered the first line, Qiao Yi was stunned.

This scene is about Sang Mu, in order to play Tianchen, finds Guan Tianchen's kitchen cook, threatens and lures him, and asks him to help him bully Tianchen, but the kitchen cook refuses.

He Yunting played this kitchen cook, an old man over half a century old.

No matter in terms of expression, tone, or emotion, he grasped the essence of the characters as soon as he spoke, and his performance was better than that of the professional actors in the crew.

Qiao was brought into the scene by him in an instant, and he also confronted He Yunting with Sang Mu's expression and tone.

The two played back and forth, and there was no mistake or omission in the play, which was brilliant.

Speaking of excitement, Qiao got up in a moment, walked back and forth in the room, and made some simple movements that belonged to Sangmu.

I don't know if it was because Qiao Yi's excitement infected He Yunting, but in the later stage, he couldn't help standing up.

The two were so devoted, as if they were really like people in the play, completely forgetting the environment they are in now.