food idol

Chapter 355

Although Song Qiao often put on a show and made a fuss, it was the first time that he was passive and sabotaged without putting on make-up even after the shooting started like today.

It was already [-]:[-], even if the actor's makeup was simple, there was not enough time left for Song Qiao to worry about.

Because the outermost costume was very cumbersome, the stylist had to put Wen Tang on first before styling his hair, and Wen Tang couldn't sit down until the filming was over, otherwise the clothes would wrinkle.

The stylist secretly wiped the sweat from his palms, and smiled apologetically, "Wen Tang, can you stand up for a while, this one?"

Ever since she realized Song Qiao's intentions, Wen Tang kept frowning slightly. She looked up at the stylist, and suddenly smiled, "I won't hit you if you do something so carefully."

The stylist almost knelt down, damn it, I was really afraid that you would scratch me to vent my anger!
Wen Tang stood up to ask someone to put on clothes, and said to Xiao Su, "Go to Sun Guangliang and tell him that I'll be wasting time here today, I can't shoot in the morning and in the afternoon, anyway, I'll stay here for eight days at most. Go, Just say so."

Before coming here, someone from Qihuang studied it with Zhao Zongze. After repeated compressions, they agreed that if the progress is normal, the filming can definitely be finished in six days. However, to be on the safe side, a buffer period of two days was given.

Because Wen Tang's character only appeared in everyone's memory after all, and the crew begged her, which was considered an emergency, so we had to take care of the schedule here, and stick to her filming first. It is absolutely impossible to spend half a month on someone.

Xiao Su nodded, and went out to find someone without saying a word.

Besides, Sun Guangliang, he almost pulled his scalp off.

"Song Qiao, who are you angry with?" Song Qiao's door was locked from the inside, and Sun Guangliang couldn't get in at all, so he could only make a phone call in the corridor outside, "Let the whole crew wait for you, you Excuse me?"

Song Qiao was lying leisurely on the bed and watching TV, even wearing pajamas!

He sneered, "Isn't it just Wen Tang? What's wrong with asking her to wait?! When I debuted, she didn't know where she was with the mud!"

Sun Guangliang also gradually became popular, and his voice rose unconsciously, "Song Qiao, what the hell do you mean? Hey, when did you have such stinky problems? What's wrong with Ren Wen Tang? You have a nose, not a nose. Eyes are not eyes? Besides, if you bring personal grievances into work, can you do it? I fucking insisted on you to take pictures, but now, you just make these for me?!"

Song Qiao said angrily, "Which side are you from?"

Sun Guangliang yelled angrily, "You don't know which side of my mother? My conscience is eaten by dogs! Yesterday you made me unable to get off the stage, do I blame you? You play big names on the set all day What did you say? I came here to invite you, the second uncle, like a screenwriter’s grandson, why don’t you fucking think about what I should do for me! Do you think Zhao Zongze is easy to invite? Or do you think Qihuang’s head of the Huadan It’s already so cheap that the price of cabbage is on sale all over the street?!”

Song Qiao felt a little guilty for doing this, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "In half an hour, just say I'm not feeling well, and I'll go in half an hour."

Sun Guangliang immediately got angry, "What are you talking about?! If you have a kind, who will you give me? I haven't seen my father, oh my"

Sun Guangliang, who was emotional, only felt that someone was patting him on the shoulder from behind, and after scolding impatiently, the other party still didn't leave, and then turned around, feeling stupid.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're not that so-and-so, oh, that little Su next to Wen Tang!" Sun Guangliang blushed and pretended to be stupid again, "Is there something wrong?"

Find someone to find here at this time, what else can I do?
(End of this chapter)