When her parents did not have an accident, she also mentioned this lady, but Hua Zhao did not see her.

"All right, all right, next scene, ready!"

Hua Zhao looks awe inspiring and goes straight to the camera.

Her dress and make-up had been changed for a long time, and she could start shooting at any time.

When Lu Xun accompanied his mother into the studio, what he saw was that the little girl was thrown in the air by Weiya, with a silver chain around her waist, and a sound of hunting in red clothes by the wind.

His footstep can't help but stop and stick to that tiny figure.

Cui Yinglan is also attracted by Hua Zhao.

Hua Zhao is different from others.

Normal people hang the pressure, no matter what, there will always be fear and uneasiness, the body is not natural enough.

The effect of this shot will be greatly reduced.

But Hua Zhao is not.

It's like she was born for the sky.

The manner, the body, even a hair, seem to be sending out the flavor of nature and enjoyment.

Even the most demanding director can not pick out the slightest bit of bad.

Cui Yinglan raised her head and looked at it carefully for a long time.

"I can't see that she is a new 18-year-old girl. This Weiya opera is really beautiful."

Lu's focus is elsewhere.

He frowned slightly, as if worried and dissatisfied: "are these vias safe enough? Did the staff check it carefully? How can I remember that a star had an accident on the set? "

Cui Yinglan:

She looked at her son and said, "it's hard for you to do this."

Lu Lu: "what do you mean?"

Cui Yinglan smile: "I have never seen you so nervous a person."

She said this with a hint of teasing, but Lu Zhen answered seriously: "I really haven't been so nervous about a person."

He held out his hand and pressed it on his heart.

"I watched her hanging in the air, as if my heart had fallen on it. I'm worried. I'm worried about her discomfort. I'm worried about Weiya's safety. I'm worried about the negligence of the staff. I'm worried about the director's tardiness and delay in making her suffer... "

Cui Yinglan can't listen to it. Her teeth are sour.

She interrupted her son and said, "do you know that you don't have a successful business elite at all? He's just a greasy old man. "

Lu Yan took a look at his mother and said: "first of all, I have a clear enough understanding of my appearance. Mom, your son will never be a greasy fool. In the public aesthetic sense, I am a handsome man without any objection."

He pauses for a moment and emphasizes, "the one that is very popular with women."

Cui Yinglan almost laughed.

How could she never know that her son still had the attribute of narcissism?

"And." Lu said faintly, "what kind of business elites are not all the names put on by boring people themselves? Who cares about that thing? "

Cui Yinglan waved her hand: "OK, OK, I can't listen. I'm a playwright. I don't write as much as you do

Lu Xun retorted again: "you are wrong again, mom. You feel numb and sour because the love you write is all fictional, and there is no resonance of soul and emotion. "

Cui Yinglan.

Lu Jianyao looked at the figure in red in the air, and his voice was clear and calm:

"and what I said, every sentence in my heart."

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4.

It's a rare morning. It's an hour.

I want a ticket with justice!