Chapter 679

Probably because group B focuses on the civil drama of male characters, there is not so much red tape, and the lines are relatively crisp.

Therefore, it is rare for South Vietnam to be the first one to finish work. Ling Hao still needs to continue to shoot the remaining few small scenes with other actors.

Nanyue sat and watched the meeting, and was rushed back to the hotel by the director to take off his makeup and rest.

Li Meijun returned to group A in the afternoon and went back to the hotel to make up for her sleep. Nanyue looked at wechat and saw that she didn't reply, so she knew that she hadn't woken up yet.

Neither of them needed her for the time being, so Nanyue turned to send messages to shengjingheng.

NY: what about you, brother? Did you go back?

。： No, I'm waiting for you in the car.

South Vietnam couldn't help laughing. Then he picked himself up, changed into a low-key private suit, tied his hair, put on a baseball cap, and pulled the brim down slightly.

There are many actresses living in this hotel, but she is inconspicuous. If she is fully armed with masks and sunglasses, she will be more eye-catching.

Then, South Vietnam just put on a little lipstick to improve its complexion, didn't make up much, took a mobile phone and room card, chucked his clothes pocket, and opened the door to go out.

Maybe it's because she finished work early today, so she took the elevator all the way down. She didn't meet a few crew members or actors. She only looked at her a little more and didn't chat up.

After getting off the elevator, South Vietnam directly cast magic to weaken its sense of existence, lowered its head and walked all the way with a familiar atmosphere.

This time, shengjingheng changed another car, not a commercial car or an RV, but a ubiquitous BMW, low-key and luxurious.

Nanyue consciously got on the co pilot. Seeing that the windshield in front was also specially made, he safely took off his hat and smiled at the man: "brother, where are you going to turn me?"

Sheng Jingheng looked at her with gentle and deep eyes: "take you to play."

"Huh?" South Vietnam looked at him unexpectedly, "are you going far away?"

Just after asking, he saw the man lean over slightly, gently help her fasten her seat belt, and his voice was low and magnetic: "not far, just listen to a few songs."

They were so close that South Vietnam could almost see his eyelashes clearly, long and fine. In a slight blink, they seemed to wipe her cheek slightly.

Then, when he did nothing to sit back, South Vietnam found that he changed his clothes.

Although it was still his usual private dress, he was dressed in black - Black hooded sweater, black trousers and black boots.

But there seems to be some difference. It seems that his whole feeling has changed, but I can't tell where it has changed.

Under her gaze, Sheng Jingheng drove calmly out of the underground parking lot.

It was in the evening, the sky was crimson, the sunset was dreamy, and the surrounding clouds were also stained with a light layer of pink, as tempting as marshmallow.

Sitting in the co pilot and looking at the sky without scruples, South Vietnam really has a feeling that ordinary lovers go out to play and date.

Sheng Jingheng turned on the car music, and the familiar female voices sounded. It was "old age".

Nam Yueh never went down with a smile. He leaned quietly on the back of his chair, listening to the song and watching him with a smile.

She kept watching. When Sheng Jingheng stopped at the next traffic light, he couldn't help opening his mouth. His voice was a little hoarse: "don't worry, I didn't do anything."

"Huh?" Nanyue suddenly recovered and realized that he had picked up the topic that hadn't been finished at noon, so he said, "then I won't do anything."

Sheng Jingheng turned to look at her. His black eyes were like a deep pool, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light: "good."

Then he stretched out his hand to hold her, clasped his fingers and connected with each other.