MTL - A Walk-on Actor Who Wants to Be A Baker-Chapter 7
The next day I went to the film field and blocked the car. When Fang Joe arrived, people had already come a lot. I greeted a few familiar crew members and found that everyone’s eyes were not quite right today.
Fang Qiao was puzzled. He walked to the door of the lounge and found the door open. There was a group of people sitting around and chatting about gossip.
"... I heard that it was posted on Lu Zong and asked for the land to be on him, hehe."
"Scorpio is too shameful, how can I get it."
"The little dragon sleeves that are a little bit of a year are going to climb up."
"Fortunately, Lu always refuses to eat this set, pushes him away, and says that he already has Han Jiayue in his heart."
"Wow, I didn't expect Lu to be so special."
"But Fang Joe looks at people who are not like this..."
"Oh, what kind of people in the entertainment circle are not there, can you install them on the bright side?"
Fang Qiao stood outside the door and listened to it. He suddenly felt that this scene was familiar.
How did he come across Lu Yanzhou to make such a rumor, does he seem to be like climbing a bed? what? !
Ok, he is really a crawler.
But what happened to Lu Yanzhou, how did they become a deep-hearted man who was loyal to his feelings? This one is blind!
Fang Qiao is very unbalanced, but he did not care about where these rumors came from. After all, knowing it would not help, and there was no way to curb its rapid spread.
Sure enough, in the afternoon, the whole crew watched Fang Qiao’s eyes wrong, including of course Han Jiayue.
Han Jiayue’s heart is very complicated. The little fox in the day has not been solved yet. It’s another one. I can’t help but feel that the little love of the gold master is not good.
In the afternoon, there was a scene where Fang Qiao played the servant of Han Jiayue playing the little younger tea.
Fang Qiao took the warm water prepared by the bowl props group. According to the script, the tea was not touched by hand. Han Jia crossed the hand and even touched the tea bowl to the ground. The water sprinkled.
The director hurriedly stopped and the crew members gathered around to check the situation.
Han Jiayue bit his lower lip, and the water vapor in his big eyes swayed. He stood up from the chair and said pitifully: "Nothing, Xiao Qiao must not be deliberate."
Fang Qiao stayed, and the trough is too fake! It’s not what I did at first glance!
However, even if it is so obvious, no one on the scene stood up and said something to him. Everyone’s eyes were a bit... look forward to it.
Everyone: It’s beginning, the Zhenggong and the shameless Xiaosan are going to start to tear, not right, tearing up.
At this time, the small assistant of Han Jiayue changed a pack of ice in a timely manner and applied it to Han Jiayue’s hand: "Yeah, the boiling water is so hot, the skin is red, do you want to go to the hospital, what can you do if you have a burn?"
In the winter, Han Jiayue was frozen by ice, and it shook a little. It looked even more pitiful, but I still remembered the Madonna: "It’s not so serious. I can’t delay the shooting because of me alone. Xiao Qiao will blame himself. ""
Fang Qiao: "..." I didn't blame myself!
The director on the side is actually clear-minded, but if he doesn't deal with the actor's intention, he is afraid to stop shooting, so he stands up and says: "Jia Yue, you have to change the wet clothes for a rest." ”
Then turned to the other side Joe said: "You also changed your clothes, don't come tomorrow."
Fang Qiao: "..."
Han Jiayue sat down with satisfaction and returned to the lounge. He quickly opened the ice bag and gave a call to Lu Yanzhou.
Fang Qiao knew that he said nothing was useless. He simply replaced the equipment and left the studio without stopping. He looked back and looked at the place where he worked for a month. He shook his head and never thought of it. His own rice bowl was not lost in the hands of Lu Yanzhou.
Just thinking about it, the phone in my pocket rang, it was the broker who had no news for that month.
"Fang Qiao, I heard that you still have a few days to kill the Republic of China. You will finish the show first. Then I will arrange two variety shows for you to show up, and a small charity party..."
"To brother, have you not missed the wrong person?"
"Nothing, Fang Qiao, the company has recently valued all-round artists like you and wants to cultivate it."
Fang Qiao was messed up and deeply wondered if he had crossed into a parallel space.
"Oh, right, Fang Qiao, the company also invited you to a yoga teacher and have time to go to class."
“Why do you want to take a yoga class?”
"I don't know, General Lu told me that your waist is not very flexible and needs to be practiced."
"..."
Until the end of the call, Fang Qiao did not return from the shock.
Until the gentle call of the director came behind him:
"Fang Qiao, what are you doing, and come in and film."
"???"
Sure enough, he must have crossed.