After getting married, she is tender and soft

Chapter 220 Cold War
Jiang Mu rolled his eyes: "If you can't speak, please shut up."

Seeing her reaction, Yu Shaoze almost confirmed his guess in his heart, and said happily, "There won't be a real quarrel, right?"

Jiang Mu's eyes fluttered, and instead of being angry, he smiled: "So concerned about my family affairs, is it because I have a crush on my husband?"

"Don't worry, although I won't give anyone to you, I have a very open-minded view on sexual orientation. Maybe one day I will meet someone of yours and I will be able to introduce someone to you."

Yu Shaoze opened his mouth for a long time, but he didn't think of retorting. He always knew that Jiang Mu was a senior player of Houheixue, but he didn't expect her mouth to be damaged like this.

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Mu listened to his flustered explanation, and smiled knowingly: "Don't worry, I will keep it secret for you."

"By the way, which one do you like? The muscular guy or the gentle scum."

Yu Shaoze's outraged anger spread from his heart to his forehead, and sparks could be spewed out with just one opening of his mouth. Seeing that something was wrong, Jiang Mu ran away, leaving him sulking in place.

When she walked out of the studio, the smile on her lips disappeared. Although there was no quarrel, it was almost like a cold war.

It is said that long-distance relationships are the most difficult, and quarrels are almost the prelude to breaking up. Can they survive until the day they are done?

Jiang Mu was overwhelmed with worry, and for the first time had the idea of ​​not wanting to film.

The actress is dedicated and has always had a good reputation in the industry. The director has the most confidence in her films, and the team rushed to win awards. The production is excellent and the filming is even more meticulous.

There are many war dramas and dramas, and it is most prone to mistakes.

Jiang Mu watched them get stuck again and again with cold eyes. It is known that the finalization will be delayed by ten days, and visual estimation is still pushing it back.

Her heart is cold.

Ge Ping was very diligent in contacting her. The recording of "I'm an Idol" went smoothly, the live broadcast feedback was good, and several of them had a support club. Although the first concert was a bit bumpy, fortunately it ended smoothly.

Jiang Mu: "You have worked hard, is there any news from Zhizhen?"

Ge Ping said hello: "How do I know, you can just ask Mr. Xiao directly, and hang up, I'm still busy."

Beep beep, the phone was hung up.

Jiang Mu stared at the phone. If she knew the news, would she still ask him around the bush?

Jiang Mu sulked with puffy face, she hasn't slept well for a week,
I couldn't hear his voice, I didn't have his arms, I tossed and turned all night and couldn't fall asleep. It was obviously the hotel room I used to live in, but now I feel uncomfortable everywhere, and I am not used to it everywhere.

Xiao Junheng made her more squeamish.

The stage manager came over: "Mr. Jiang, it's time for your play."

Jiang Mu: "Here we come."

She handed the mobile phone to Xiao Huang for safekeeping, quickly went to the weapon rack to get a knife, and walked into the camera aggressively.

The onlookers watched nervously, fearing that they would become dead under the knife in the next second.

This scene is about He Mingyue escaping from the rebel army, and the whip he carried with him could not be brought out in the future, so he had to snatch the knife from the person who killed her.

He Mingyue was born as a bandit, so it's no problem to use a knife. When her followers were killed, her eyes became red, and she slashed at everyone.

Jiang Mu was angry, and his attack was extremely ruthless. The director looked frightened behind the camera, and hurriedly called to stop.

"Jiang Mu's emotions are too extroverted, take it easy, and act softly."

The co-stars who played with her nodded in agreement. They really couldn't bear it. They didn't expect Jiang Mu to look soft and weak, but to strike extraordinarily ruthlessly.

Jiang Mu withdrew his hand regrettably, making it more enjoyable to open and close the knife, and the depression in his heart also dissipated a lot: "I will pay attention next time."

(End of this chapter)