Looking at the backs of Yan Zhixu and the others who left without hesitation, photographer Hu glanced down at the footage in the camera.
He snorted angrily and kicked the props open on the ground.
"Fuck!"
Photographer Hu was full of anger, sat on the stool unhappy, picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and took several sips of water.
Such a good artist shouldn't just put a background dog in. Did the head of the top get into the water or was caught by the door?
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Yan Zhixu and the others came out, and just after they reached the door of the company building, a black high-end RV stopped.
The woman inside walked down, took off the sunglasses she was wearing, and casually threw them to the assistant next to her.
The face is beautiful and aggressive, with a strong aggression, like a red rose with thorns, dangerous and charming.
Jin Huiqiao stepped on a pair of Valentino high-heeled shoes and walked past Yan Zhixu and the others.
Her footsteps never stopped, and her steps were steady, as if she regarded the few people standing as air that did not exist.
Yan Zhixu looked at Jin Huiqiao's back, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
A dead baby about two years old stretched out two arms and hugged Jin Huiqiao's neck tightly, and kept calling out to mother, so hungry.
Because he couldn't get what he wanted to eat, the strain on his neck increased.
Jin Huiqiao seemed to be able to hear the voice of the dead baby, his expression gradually showed impatience, and he twisted his neck to shake the person away.
It was a pity that it was useless, the dead baby was holding his neck tightly, and would not let go no matter what.
Yan Zhixu's eyes flashed slightly.
"…"
As if aware of this sight, the dead baby turned his head.
His face was dark blue, his body was bloody, and his death was tragic. After grinning, he giggled at Yan Zhixu.
Infiltrating laughter sounded, Jin Huiqiao frowned, raised her skirt and ran into the building.
"…"
The four or five assistants who followed behind looked at each other and quickly followed.
"Depend on!"
Seeing Jin Huiqiao's arrogant attitude, Chu Ran, who recognized the person, cursed in a grumpy voice.
"Made is mentally retarded, what are you pulling? It's not even a big hit, but the eyes started to grow on the top of the head? Beware of falling a dog and eating shit..."
In the past few days, I have been troubled by things at home, and I can't stop the car with this scolding, and I have been scolding all the time.
Qu Linling supported her forehead, "Don't scold you, be careful of being heard."
This artist also recognizes himself as a second-tier star in the entertainment industry.
The acting skills are unbelievably poor, but every time they appear in the script of the big heroine, a bunch of well-known artists match each other.
Everyone is guessing whether the background is extraordinary, and the gold master behind it is powerful.
Otherwise, there will be no drama and drama, and there will be no pause.
But even this didn't catch on, and finally changed the route and started to run variety shows, becoming a variety show cafe.
"Let's go."
When he came, there was a special car to pick him up, but when he returned, Yan Zhixu walked to the door and reached out to stop a taxi.
Lu Xun quickly took out a mask and put it on her.
After getting in the car, he said suspiciously, "Ah Xu baby, are you not angry?"
I am afraid that whoever has been robbed of resources will not feel as calm as A Xu.
"Nothing to be angry about." Yan Zhixu leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest.
Jin Huiqiao took this magazine to shoot and it was useless.
The dead baby was not related to the other party but called out to mother.
Such a name can only appear when raising a little |ghost|.
The dead baby was full of ill will, and it was no longer enough to be fed by a drop of blood from the owner.
At present, it is close to forming, and Jin Huiqiao will be affected and a **** disaster will occur.
The little ghosts in the back will also appear to eat the master and kill the master.