The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

After breakfast, it was already half past seven. If we leave now, we will arrive thirty minutes earlier than the scheduled time.

Arriving early is always better than arriving late, and you can also go to the set in advance to see the location. Ji Xuan packed some things and packed them in the car, and then sent a message to Ling Han and An Chen to let them come out.

An Chen and Ling Han checked out the room at the front desk of the hotel, and then went out to meet Ji Xuan.

"Let's go, let's go." Ji Xuan and Ling Han switched places, this time Ling Han was driving. "Little Xuanzi, let me show you my driving skills."

"Xiao Hanzi, I am older than you, and my name is brother. Also, just don't drive the car into a ditch on Daping Road." Ji Xuan replied.

An Chen remained neutral. After all, things that hurt each other between these two people often happened. If one day he suddenly became polite, it would be even more scary.

That's what Ling Han said, his driving skills are really not flattering, it's just a normal level of being able to drive smoothly. After all, the place where he used to stay the most was the research room.

When An Chen was about to fall asleep, they finally arrived at the film and television city. The car can be driven in all the time, so the three of them didn't get out of the car until they were on the set.

Xia Jin has arrived on the set, the staff is also making final preparations, and the stylist and makeup artist are already in place. Someone saw the three of An Chen and greeted them. Xia Jin heard the voice and walked towards them.

"It's so early, are you feeling well?" Xia Jin asked.

"It's fine." An Chen nodded.

"That's good, young age, pay more attention to your body. You go to make up first, their bus hasn't arrived yet, I will introduce other supporting roles to you later."

An Chen responded, and was about to go to the lounge when Xia Jin stopped him again.

"By the way, the hotel we live in is too far away from here, and the journey is too time-consuming. I'll ask someone to find a hotel around the film and television city today. Maybe we can move here tomorrow. There's no problem." Xia Jin looked at the three people.

"Of course not." Ji Xuan answered Xia Jin's question.

"That's fine, the hotel environment should be pretty good. You guys take An Chen to make up first. Xiaochen, don't forget to familiarize yourself with the lines."

After Xia Jin finished speaking, he continued to arrange work, Ling Han took An Chen to the lounge, and Ji Xuan went to find a stylist and makeup artist.

While waiting, An Chen looked at the script again. Today's play is very simple, and she has already seen it thoroughly, but she still doesn't relax.

Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and those who are prepared are often those who work hard. Even if something is placed in front of you, you must have enough ability to pick it up and have enough energy to bear it.

The makeup artist and Ji Xuan returned to the lounge together, and the stylist was still preparing things. Because she had to change clothes and wear a wig, the makeup artist had no choice but to give An Chen some pre-makeup care. Such a good skin cannot be ruined by one's own hands.

The stylist didn't delay for long, and quickly knocked on the door with a lot of things and entered the lounge. Seeing this, Ji Xuan and Ling Han hurried forward to help get things.

The stylist puts things down and puts them in order, then pulls out the clothes from inside. This dress is different from the one in the makeup photo shoot, and it is a new dress.

The scene shot today belongs to the beginning of a story. The normal shooting of a movie is often not in the order of the script. It is possible that in the previous scene, you are still playing a brother with deep affection, and in the next scene you will be an incompatible enemy. This is also a test for actors.

You are the blossom of a tree

It's the swallow whispering between the beams

You are love, warmth and hope

You are the April day of the world

(Today is not chicken soup, I will send you a poem by Lin Huiyin. By the way, please ask for a wave of recommendation tickets)