Chapter 145

"Hurry up and make up. We have to start shooting today."

In the gorgeous dressing room, everyone is busy trying to dress. All the actors are ready. The light in everyone's eyes is different. There is jealousy and envy.

Song Qiao looked at his beautiful face in the bronze mirror, and he was very happy in the moment.

"Song Qiao There seems to be someone out there looking for you. "

At this time, behind suddenly came the cold voice.

Song Qiao hesitated to go outside, but found that the outside was empty, as if no one had come.

"Who? Come out... "

She asked tentatively and found that

was still silent.

"What's the matter? Don't you see anyone? "

In the side of the masses of actors listening to a pair of watery eyes, exploratory questioning.

she could not help shrugging her shoulders and preparing to continue to make up her

. When she used fresh jade hands to freshen her face on the face, she suddenly felt a burning sensation on her face. It felt as if her skin had been burned.

Song Qiao felt the pain in his heart.

"Wow, your face, your face..."

On one side of the crowd actors, instant even on the expression, become very frightening, a mouth instantly open wide, eyes filled with endless panic.

Song Qiao looked at everything in front of him and found that there were red spots on his face!

The whole white temporary small face instant all become particularly hot.

"Send someone to the hospital as soon as possible..."

In the quiet h hospital, song Ni is quickly pushed to the treatment room

Night fell slowly in an instant, and the quiet hospital revealed a little chilly breath.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the silent corridor.

"What's the matter with you? I'm just a little late. How did your whole face turn into what it is now... "

With the door being pushed open.

The deep, melancholy voice rang out.

Song Qiao's eyes widened in panic. He couldn't say a word for a long time. His lips trembled slightly.

She looked at herself in the mirror with trembling hands, and the hot tears came down from her eyes.

Her tender little hand was holding the corner of the quilt tightly.

My little body began to tremble because of the extreme sobbing

Quiet office, a man quietly curled up on the sofa, he looks particularly indifferent, thick eyebrows instant frown together.

"What's the matter with director Huang? Why are you so depressed all of a sudden?"

A voice, like a oriole bird, sounded leisurely, especially warm and pleasant.

Du Shengsheng's lips rippled with a smile.

"I'm thinking about it. Why don't you give me the role? I can definitely shine!"

The man hooked the corner of his lips, as if something was brewing in his heart, looking up and down at the graceful girl.

"Well, if Miss Song really can't at that time, you can take the place of his mistress!"

Du Shengsheng didn't show any difference on his face, but he was already happy in his heart. In fact, this is what he wanted most.

In the early morning of the next day, when it was just dawn, a sharp telephone ring suddenly rang through the whole silent ward.

It was a long time before the voice faded away.

Song Qiao opens his eyes difficultly from being in a daze, and holds the phone beside his earlobe with his hand.

"What's going on? Why did you call all of a sudden? What happened? "

For a moment, the voice of the director came from the phone.

"If you are not fit today, you can not come. It seems that you hurt your whole face in this allergic event. If so, I think I should consider changing the heroine!"

Said the voice is particularly low, as if from hell, the voice with a sour taste, a cunning rabbit dead dog cooking feeling instantly.

Song Qiao suddenly jumped out of bed, regardless of the little nurse's obstruction. She rushed to the direction of the crew.

"Oh, who is this? It's not miss song. Why don't you look at yourself in the mirror? It's really bad luck. Look at your ugly appearance... "

As soon as I opened the door, I saw two women scratching their heads and posturing, as if they were saying something.

Song Qiao clenched his lips tightly. There was a kind of unspeakable taste in his heart.

"What about the director? Why delete my play? Shouldn't I be the heroine? "

Voice did not fall, behind it came the gloomy voice."You're OK. I said here. Look at your face. It's so red and swollen."

Director Huang Da's brush shows word by word and looks at Song Qiao in front of him angrily.

Although he is a popular star, in the face of interests, the whole company only knows money.

Du Shengsheng's young man's laughter rang slowly. Where she could see her eyes, she came slowly. Her curved willow eyebrows and delicate facial features were really brilliant.

Especially the beautiful white clothes, it is particularly pure and beautiful, but the corner of the eye brow revealed a little bit of acrimony.

"What do you mean?"

She stretched out her slender jade and shook the small mirror in front of her eyes.

She has become a gaunt narrow seam, then leisurely said.

"I really think it's funny. Look at your ugly appearance in the mirror. Well, if you can cover up the ugly red mark on your face, then you can still be the heroine here. If you can't, you can only give me your part..."

She put it on coldly, with a confident look, as if everything was under control.

Song Qiao is biting the lip petal of pink toot tightly, there is a kind of unspeakable taste in the heart, the raging anger, burning constantly.

"Well, you can wait. If I can really cover up the ugly traces on my face, I hope Miss Du will disappear from here"

she said word by word, and then sat down in front of the bronze mirror and looked at her little face carefully.

Then he took out a box of crystal clear things from his arms. It was very delicate and spread on his face. In an instant, it was red and gradually faded away.

The whole skin became as white as jade, as bright and clean as rosy clouds, even better than the original skin. All the people on the scene were gaping and couldn't say anything for a moment.

Du Sheng was so angry that he could not squeeze out a word for a long time.