Chapter 442

The director gave the U disk to the host, and soon the screen appeared on the projector.

At the beginning of the picture, everyone was surprised by the clothes on the actors.

It's like being in Paris fashion week.

"Do these clothes look more valuable than the stars themselves?"

The reporters began a new round of whispering.

"It's not a famous designer. I cut off my head."

"It's said that the clothes are designed by international famous masters. It seems that Jiang muxiao is going to hold the show."

"It's not so much that Jiang muxiao wants to support the play as that of Ma Lu."

“……”

Ma Lu looks at the video happily, but she's a little anxious. When will it be her turn to make a surprise appearance.

Ha ha, Lin An'an, this is called Fengshui rotation.

Is proud of the occasion, suddenly heard a "pa", broke the previous quiet.

In the video, Ma Lu slaps Nu Yi firmly in the face, and a trace of pride appears on her stiff face. However, her eyes say without emotion: "this time, the chief must be mine!"

It was a picture taken on the set. As soon as Ma Lu's face changed, there was a commotion below.

"It's borrowed."

"It doesn't look like it. It seems that the little girl was slapped solidly."

"It's not like that. That little girl is a girl. She's a girl. She's a girl. She's a girl. She's a girl. She's a girl. She's a girl. She's a girl. She's a girl. She's a girl

"Did you forget that her backstage is Jiang muxiao?"

"Oh, yes, no wonder she dares to publish the video of Mrs. Jiang beating her."

"Do you think Mrs. Jiang beat her because she was a junior?"

"Look at her coquettish look, it's quite like..."

The others nodded in disgust.

At the moment, although Ma Lu was flustered, she had to pretend to be calm and sit on the chair. Only she knew how many needles grew in the chair.

Looking at this scene upstairs, Jiang muxiao smiles slightly from the corners of his lips, and his slender index fingers overlap, watching the fear in Ma Lu's pupils from a close distance.

It's too late to be afraid.

He looked back at Lin An'an. She sat on the chair and her eyes fell on Ma Lu's face. She seemed to be waiting for something.

With the quiet flow of time like flowing water, Jiang muxiao put his eyes on the stage again with a smile.

At the moment, the video on the stage suddenly appeared the scene of the director calling for cards.

Then everyone saw the scene that Ma Lu took the director away.

"No? This Ma Lu is too arrogant. "

"Yes, she should be treated."

“……”

The next moment, a person really jumps out of the screen.

"Mrs. Jiang?"

"I'll go. It turned out that Ma Lu was too much in advance. Mrs. Jiang taught her a lesson!"

"Good slap!"

I don't know who yelled under the stage. She was so flustered that she immediately stood up and picked up the receiver to explain. However, the huge loss from heaven made her face pale and lost her ability to speak.

The director also looked at the reporter in a panic. The video stored in his USB flash disk is not this at all?

Did someone change the package?

……

Looking at this scene with satisfaction, Jiang muxiao stirred up a cruel smile and said to Ma Lu in the camera: "the good play has just been staged."

Looking back at Lin An'an, his eyes were stained with a look of doting, and he asked thoughtfully, "do you need to lie down and have a rest?"

Lin an an White River Wood Xiao one eye: "I am not a patient."

She's just pregnant, that's all.

Jiang Mu Xiao reached out to hold Lin An'an's hand and gently rubbed it. His eyes were under the stage again.

At this time, everyone seems to be crazy, and sharp questions are thrown out.

"Miss Ma, why did you send that controversial video?"

"You said before that because of Lin An'an, it caused you great psychological pressure, and even admitted to a psychological hospital. Is this a fraud?"

"Miss Ma, please tell me about your relationship with Miss Lin An'an?"

"Miss Ma, it's said that your backstage is Miss Lin An'an. Did you jointly hype this?"

“……”

One by one, Ma Lu could hardly breathe.

Sitting on one side of the Luo Ling looking at this woman, heart dark cool, ha ha, this woman also has such a day.

Hum!

None of the other members of the cast came forward to help Ma Lu at this time.

We can see how bad her interpersonal relationship is.

At this time, a loud noise made all the reporters stare at the projector.The original picture has disappeared and replaced with audio.

"I'm Linda, the costume designer of the cast. When I first met Ma Lu, I thought the child was OK and warm. When she knew that I was not a famous costume designer, she always told me to see me."

"I'm Amy Chen, the make-up artist of the crew. What I hate most is to make up for Ma Lu. She has a lot of hyaluronic acid on her face and face thinning needles. There are many taboos, which could have been taken special care of. But every time she comes to make up, she's late. And every time I make up for her, she's always pointing at her. If she's a little dissatisfied, she'll make a fuss and delay the process."

"I'm Lin Manzhi, a screenwriter. The scripts are all revised through discussion by our screenwriting team. But every time we come to Ma Lu's hands, we will find that the script has been changed beyond recognition, and then the other party will tell you that she thinks she has changed it better However, the fact is that a long line has been modified and deleted, and the original flavor has changed... "

“……”

There was an uproar from the reporters in the press gallery.

With a pale face, Ma Lu looked at the crowd under the stage, mumbling a few times, still unable to squeeze out words.

At this time, Lin An'an upstairs suddenly looks back at Jiang muxiao. Xiaohui gives her a recorder in her hand. How can it appear in

Jiang muxiao also looked at Lin An'an, with a faint smile on his face, as if to say, you can think of me.

"These recordings..."

"Yang Hong did it." Jiang Mu Xiao raised his chin, looking at the crowd surging under the stage, but his mood was unusually calm.

"Then you..." You should have told me first.

Lin an looks at Jiang muxiao stupidly.

Jiang muxiao's lips sparked a smile that seemed to have nothing, and his voice seemed to have come from ancient times: "it's still thanks to you. If you rashly let Yang Hong do it, these people will not say it obediently."

"So Yang Hong and Xiaohui went together that day?"

"Well."

"Why do you do that?" Leave such a big flaw to her?

"Ann." Jiang muxiao looked at Lin An'an affectionately: "don't you find that you have already learned how to protect yourself?"

His eyes suddenly become a little sad, and then show a bright smile: "good play again."