Cold young chasing his wife has a deep routine

Chapter 1232 I don't need anything in return from you

"You don't need anything in return, you just need to devote all your thoughts to "First Love" in the next few days." Situ Hao replied coldly, feeling as if he had lost his heart.

Not noticing Situ Hao's cold expression, An Ran hugged the notebook in the box like a treasure.

In the days that followed, everything was in full swing, but the protagonist still didn't join the crew, but the supporting roles were already being filmed in full swing.

It was the nth time that Leng Yanran rolled in the mud. Although the cold muddy water covered up the summer heat, it couldn't cover up Leng Yanran's twisted heart.

I thought that after entering the film crew, I could stumbling An Ran, adding some obstacles, and even catching her wrong, it would be better to make a big revelation.

But after joining the group, the difficulty of filming far exceeded her imagination.

And until now, she has never played with An Ran's opponent, nor has she seen An Ran appear.

She was so mad.

"Kaka Kaka..." The assistant director threw away the script angrily, and rushed to Leng Yanran, who was like a mud monkey, and shouted angrily, "Do you know how to act? If you don't know how to act, hurry up and get out of here, don't you!" Wait until the chief director comes over to scold people."

The chief director trusted him, and that's why he let him shoot the supporting role first. If he couldn't make any achievements, how could he mess around in front of the chief director in the future?

"Director, it's not my fault, you let me face..." Facing the air, I can act like a woolen thread.

"Fuck, it's not your fault, but Lao Tzu's fault? Can you act? Give me a quick word, if you can't act, I will change people immediately. There are a lot of people outside waiting to change roles!" The assistant director was almost impatient.

He had been filming Leng Yanran's scenes all morning, his progress was as much as his patience, and she was almost exhausting him.

"Don't, don't change, I guarantee that this will be a good shoot." Leng Yanran gritted her teeth and begged, trying her best to squeeze out all An Ran from her mind so as not to affect her emotions.

"Assistant director." Just as the assistant director showed relief and was about to compromise, someone suddenly shouted from outside the venue.

The assistant director agreed, shook off Leng Yanran's claws that were holding him, and ran outside quickly.

It's not that he was flustered, it was because the person who called him had an unusual identity.

"What are they looking at, don't shoot, rest." Before leaving, the assistant director dropped such a sentence, and rushed to the man's side in three or five steps.

"Oh! I'm exhausted." Hearing what the assistant director said, someone immediately began to complain.

What's more, he cast blame on Leng Yanran, out of dissatisfaction with her for delaying the progress.

Leng Yanran wiped the mud off her face, not caring about other people's eyes at all.

In the entertainment industry, she has long been used to such turbulent waves.

Seeing her coming out of the quagmire, the assistant rushed up to meet her and said, "Thank you, Sister Yanran."

For this assistant, since what happened in the dressing room last time, Leng Yanran has been lukewarm.

She blamed the assistant for not guarding the door properly.

It's just because of her current status that she can't change people as she likes like before, otherwise she would have fired the assistant long ago.

"Okay, where's my chair? Where's my ice water? It's a hot day, you want to heat me to death?"

As if she had gotten used to Leng Yanran's perpetually dissatisfied voice, the assistant swiftly took the chair, ice water, and a sun umbrella for her, completely ignoring how dirty she was.

"Go and see, what is the matter with that person looking for the assistant director, and pay more attention to whether it has something to do with An Ran."

After drinking the ice water, Leng Yanran felt refreshed, and then began to think of her own ideas.

(End of this chapter)