He Is Warmer Than Time

After all, Feng Baoer didn't know everything and couldn't trust her completely, and Jing Xing's identity as an officer was still relatively sensitive, so Song Ran still kept his hands on the conversation.

Feng Baoer raised her eyebrows to look at her: "Huh? Is that your cousin? Why do you seem to be afraid of him?"

Song Ran touched his neck and said, "My cousin is a soldier, and he is stricter. My family members don't really agree with me as an actor. Therefore, he doesn't have a good face, so I am a little afraid of him. "

Feng Baoer nodded: "It turns out that it is."

Song Ran prayed in her heart, don't let Gu Jingxing know that she used him again as a cousin, but the big tail wolf knew that she had no good life.

She knew that he hated his cousin!

The scene on this day was basically fighting and killing. Song Ran was either screaming or riding a horse.

The temperature was approaching 38 degrees, and Song Ran only felt that his shirt was soaked, but he didn't cry bitterly.

Standing behind the camera, Feng Baoer whispered to the director in a low voice: "Why don't you let her take a break and shoot again, it's too hot."

The director looked at her embarrassedly: "Oh, Bo'er, you don't know that Song Ran is about to start school. We are all accommodating her time. She has no time to come out to film after school starts, so she has to hurry up to start school. I've finished filming all of her scenes before."

Feng Baoer nodded and said nothing.

In the afternoon, the air was a little hot, and the staff were a little dizzy. Song Ran hung Wei Ya and slowly ascended. When it was about three meters high, he heard a click, the axle suddenly slipped, and Song Ran quickly. It fell down and hit the ground suddenly...

All this happened so quickly. The whole process took only a second or two. It was not until Song Ran’s muffled sound came over that the director and deputy director behind the camera suddenly recovered, and a large group of people rushed over... …

Song Ran was on the ground with his knees. At this moment, she was paralyzed on the ground, unable to move. The director squatted to her nervously: "Song Ran, how are you? No bones were hurt, right?"

The sweat on Song Ran's forehead rolled down, and when the sun was scorching, she felt black before her eyes. She stretched out her hand and Feng Baoer quickly took her hand and helped her stand up.

She tried to walk for two steps, and everyone stared at her nervously. After a few steps, Song Ran grinned: "It's okay, it's okay... the bones are okay..."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The assistant director immediately shouted, "Who made the Via Rope just now?"

A middle-aged male master in his forties and fifties came over with a girl in a floral gown: "Associate director, I'm sorry, Xiaoju is a novice, inexperienced, and I was a little distracted just now."

The assistant director suddenly slapped his head and cursed his face: "I'm distracted? Is this work a distracting job? Just get out of me if you don't want to do it!"

Song Ran was in pain at the moment, and couldn't care about the little chrysanthemum being scolded. Feng Baoer helped her to a room: "Come here, I'll show you, do you want some medicine."

Song Ran was dragged aside by Feng Baoer. She was so painful that she could only follow Feng Baoer.

Song Ran lifted up several layers of robes, and a large pool of blood stained the eye-catching white trousers. Feng Baoer slowly rolled up her trousers along the trouser legs.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Song Ran couldn't help shouting.

When she yelled pain, the voice of the outside assistant director scolding Xiaoju became louder.