Chapter 191

Xu is the reason why he ate a piece of chocolate from Sheng Jingheng. That night, South Vietnam rarely had a dream.

In the dream, she was Bai Pianpian and he was Shen Yu. There was no bewitching and playing between them. What appeared in their hearts seemed to be real love.

When I woke up suddenly, the room was dark and cold.

South Vietnam looked at the ceiling with open eyes. Then, he couldn't help raising his hand and pressing his heart.

The so-called true love in the dream seems to have forgotten what it feels like.

However, I actually dreamed of the play taken during the day and automatically changed a good ending.

But maybe it's a good start.

I have a dream when I sleep. I haven't seen you for a long time.

After sighing, Nanyue looked at the time and saw that it was already five o'clock, so he simply got up to practice.

Today's play is even worse than yesterday's.

One of them is a hot spring play.

This is why there are so many deep mountains in China. Why pick L County.

What we want is snow mountain hot spring, cold and hot collision, a pair of fake mandarin ducks, playing in the water for others to see.

This other person is the Red Bell who wants to play soy sauce for another day and accumulate anger and courage.

Jiuwei Tianhu and Shen Yu are like glue and paint on purpose, so that Hongling can see clearly and realize that human beings are just so fragile that they can be bewitched to leave at will.

When I saw the complete script before, South Vietnam just sighed.

As the hero in the film, he is actually with a Nine Tailed Tianhu who doesn't have much drama, which has both "emotional drama" and intimate drama.

This is the heroine and number two. They don't want it.

At this meeting, I really want to shoot. South Vietnam is not in the mood to sigh.

After yesterday, she didn't want to make too close scenes with Sheng Jingheng.

After all, the body of ordinary people is not enough to resist the temptation of male god level.

However, we still have to shoot, and we have to shoot the best. We can't pass it once, and we must pass it twice.

With this determination, South Vietnam gathered a lot of spiritual power around the body before shooting, so that not only the yuan God can always keep sober and rational, but also the body.

After entering the play, it was completely distinguished. In the play, it was Bai Pianpian and Nine Tailed Tianhu, not her.

Compared with her who hasn't adapted yet, Sheng Jingheng is a professional actor.

The first second is like the sea, and the next second is as calm as usual.

Wearing thin costumes, they played in the hot spring.

Finally, I went ashore, holding tightly together.

Thanks to the costume, I took it twice.

At the end of the day, Nam Yueh, wrapped in a blanket, lay on a chair and recited the Vajra Sutra silently.

Mo Lulu wiped her hair, poured ginger tea and went to get her a hot water bag.

She was so busy that she was afraid that she would catch a cold when the cold wind blew.

When Hu Xuerou approached quietly, Nanyue opened her eyes and glanced at her faintly.

"Cough..." Hu Xuerou moved a chair and asked mysteriously, "how does Mr. Hesheng feel about making such a play?"

"Envy?" South Vietnam raised its eyebrows.

Hu Xuerou held her chin and was fascinated: "that's for sure, otherwise you think I'm going to take this play with all my heart?"

Nanyue drooped his eyes, too. It was just filming. The original body was really not good.

Even if he changed to another actor, Sheng Jingheng treated him the same.

"What's more," Hu Xuerou came closer and asked quietly in her ear, "did Mr. Sheng react when he just shot?"

“？” Nanyue was surprised and funny, "even if you're not jealous, are you still in the mood to ask this?"

"That's no more," Hu Xuerou sighed, with worry written all over her face. "The beauty is in her arms and doesn't move like a mountain. Isn't Mr. Sheng no good?"