Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

Pei Yihuan's eyes coagulated, his thin lips pulled slowly and opened his mouth coldly: "you can tell them yourself that I'm not the messenger between you. I just called for this?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. After a long time, Zuo LAN gently said, "today is aunt Lan's death day. I want to talk with you for a while. Are you in Fangzhuang now? I remember that every year today, you went to Fangzhuang to see Aunt LAN. The scenery there is very beautiful. Aunt LAN has always been a very beautiful person."

"I haven't called for six years. Why did I call today?" Pei Yihuan's handsome face was more ironic and cold.

Once again, Zuo LAN became silent. For a moment, they were silent, and only a faint breath echoed in the mobile phone.

His narrow eyes moved upward, and his low voice overflowed from his thin lips: "Miss?"

Zuo LAN still had no words, but her breath was a little short.

"Your words at that time can be so determined, you should be so determined, and there should be no trace of nostalgia in your heart..." Pei Yihuan slowly said word by word: "You gave such cruelty to others first, so you don't have such qualification. When you can finally be as calm as water in six years, you throw a stone on the water again in the name of care and make it ripple around. Do you think you are kind or cruel?"

"I thought your anger was gone, so I summoned up a lot of courage to make this call, but now it seems that I was wrong." Zuo Lan's voice was silk, and his apology was a little heavy.

His temper was so strong that she knew better than anyone.

Therefore, after leaving in the first year, she didn't call because she was afraid that he was still angry. The same was true from the second year to the fifth year.

This year is the sixth year. She always thought the anger in his heart should dissipate, but now it seems that she was wrong!

Suddenly, a low, lazy male voice came: "no dinner?"

Suddenly, Pei Yihuan's tall body was stiff. His big hand holding the mobile phone burst up on his back, and his eyes became like a leopard.

After restraining his emotions, Zuo Lan's voice still changed as at the beginning: "Yihuan, it's your eldest brother. Do you want to have a word with him?"

"Don't..." the cold voice fell. Pei Yihuan directly hung up his cell phone. Without looking at Mo Wan in front of him, he turned and left directly.

Fangzhuang is a garden modeled on ancient gardens, with pavilions, bridges, flowing water, winding paths and bamboo forests.

The scenery is very beautiful, and the water in the pool is clear, which can reflect people, rippling blue waves, very beautiful.

Finally, Pei Yihuan stopped on the mountain behind the garden. There was a tomb in the corner. It was full of unknown words, but it had fallen out because of winter, leaving only a dead branch.

He stood there with his eyes on the grave

Mo Wan is still apologizing to the staff. She has bent her waist for many times and made many apologies.

However, she did go too far, so these are taken for granted!

Liang Zhiming's eyes turned with Mo Wan and finally shouted, "start shooting!"

Suddenly, the originally lazy staff immediately stood up from the ground and took their places.

Seeing this, Mo took a sigh of relief, bent down deeply and said, "it's hard for everyone, it's really hard for everyone!"

Then she went to the lounge with the makeup artist, made up and changed clothes. Half an hour later, she came out of the lounge.

He was wearing a cotton padded jacket and trousers with broken flowers. In an instant, Mo Wan became a full little servant girl with a mahogany tray in his hand, with a cup of tea on it and steaming.

The first scene to be shot today is that a Cao goes to deliver tea to master Chen. As a result, master Chen has a bad heart and wants to strengthen a Cao.

"Xiangling crew preparation, three, two, one, action!"

The lighting engineer and photographer of the crew immediately took action and began shooting.

Suddenly, Mo Wan's heart was full of tension, and even his body became stiff, but he suddenly thought of Pei Yifeng's words before.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be nervous, forget everything around, only you are the protagonist!

She took a deep breath, her eyes closed slightly, and when she opened again, she was full of confidence!

Carrying tea, don't pull your feet and step on small steps, walk through the flowing arch bridge to master Chen's room and respectfully say, "master, tea."

Master Chen, who was playing with the chess pieces, raised his head when he heard the sound, and his eyes fell on a Cao Bai Xi's red cheeks. He scratched a touch of light in his eyes. While reaching for the tea, he deliberately touched a Cao's hand and asked, "how old is a Cao this year?"

Mo bowed his head and answered softly, "go back to your master, a Cao is seventeen this year."

"Seventeen, it's the age of flowers and jade..." master Chen's eyes were a little unkind. He drank a sip of tea, then put the tea cup aside, took a Cao in his arms, buried his face in her neck, stirred wildly, and tore her clothes with his hands.

Mo Wan suddenly forgot that he was acting. He was stunned, and then pushed away the man's body: "go away! Go away! Get away from me!"

"Cut!" Liang Zhiming suddenly stood up from his chair and shouted at Mo Wan, "where's the line! Where's the line! Is this your line?"

Hearing the speech, Mo Wan woke up like a dream and apologized: "I'm sorry! Can you do it again?"

Liang Zhiming had nothing. He sat down and said, "get ready, start!"

The first scene of serving tea had passed, so it was the second scene at the beginning. The voice fell. Master Chen's body rushed over again and touched her clothes with his hands.

Mo Wan really wanted to push away with one hand, but when she thought that she was acting, she stubbornly resisted it. Her body twisted and struggled, but her cheeks were stiff like a stone: "master! Master, what are you doing? Let me go quickly!"

"Cut!" Liang Zhiming's eyes directly locked on Mo Wan and said loudly, "what's the expression! What's the expression on your face! If he wants to force you, there's only a stiff expression like a stone on your face. Are you a woman? You don't even know the minimum performance. Come again!"

This time, Mo Wan was still stiff all over. She never entered the situation of acting and always lingered outside the play.

As soon as master Chen's hand touched her, she would feel sick and gnash her teeth. She could only bear it. Naturally, her face was no better.

After going back and forth four or five times, Liang Zhiming finally angrily threw his script to the ground: "card! Will you act or not? You can't pass such a simple lens. How can you continue to shoot down? Do you want to shoot so many scenes for a few years? What do you eat?"