The Her That Is So Charming

In the midsummer evening, black clouds crowded together one after another, and several muffled thunders sounded from time to time in the surging.

However, the sound of thunder did not cover the sound of a woman's stomping on her high heels because of her anger.

Xing Qingfeng walked in, and the silver suspender dress she was carrying was directly thrown onto the dressing table.

Her face was extremely bad: "I think Song Yun's team is really crazy. I dare to use this kind of trick to use it on you."

Ruan Yan was looking at her mobile phone. Hearing this, she picked up her skirt and looked at it. Sure enough, a cut was cut in both straps.

The opening is so small that it is actually hard to find without a closer look. But if you wear it on your body, the small ribbon of this material must be broken when you pull it, and it will run out immediately...

Ruan Yan put the skirt back: "If there is no evidence, don't get involved with Song Yun."

"There is no evidence?" Xing Qing became even more angry. "I adjusted the hotel monitoring. Yesterday the show had a party ahead of schedule. Song Yun's assistant came back once, and she came to our room while auntie was cleaning!"

Ruan Yan was still looking down at her phone, her expression unchanged: "Then do you believe that tomorrow the surveillance of this five-star hotel will suddenly lose such a segment?"

That's all, Xing Qing still can't understand her meaning. Behind Song Yun is the Nancheng Song Family, which is something everyone in the circle knows well.

Otherwise, relying on her qualified acting skills, how could she be popular for six years with a bunch of awards in the middle.

Xing Qing pressed his eyebrows: "Forget it, fortunately, I guessed yesterday that Song Yun's team would definitely take care of today's launch conference and prepared spare dresses in advance..."

Xing Qing talked for a long time and found that Ruan Yan ignored her and just looked at her mobile phone there. She leaned forward suspiciously, "What are you looking at? It's not a man behind me and..."

The phone screen did not have time to go off. There really is a man on it.

It should be in the dressing room. The man stood in front of the vanity mirror, with one hand in the pocket of his trousers.

It was very high. Two shirts were opened, revealing a sharp scar on the throat. Even if he was wearing a suit, the fierce rage was about to overflow from the screen.

But such a person is willing to lower his head and focus only on the woman wearing lipstick in front of him.

That beautiful woman is Song Yun.

Xing Qing was also dumbfounded: "Is this guy... Song Yun's new actor signed by his company?"

However, as soon as the words were spoken, she regretted it. In the photo, the whole body of the man in the photo could not be hidden.

It's not like an actor who has to rely on his face to eat, but like...

Unscrupulous superiors.

Ruan Yan lowered her eyes and gathered all her emotions: "I don't know."

Xing Qing asked: "Where did you get this picture?"

Ruan Yan: "A small number was sent to my work mailbox."

Xing Qing frowned: "It's mostly who is deliberately provoking, see you and Song Yun are not right, and want to use your hand to expose this photo to the paparazzi, let's leave it alone."

Song Yun and Ruan Yan are now working together on "Two Lives of Flowers", which is a double heroine movie. However, Song Yun's team has always been dissatisfied. They wanted to change the script and make a big deal. However, the director Xie Tuan was a man of integrity and refused to give in.

Song Yun's team didn't dare to touch the great director Xie Qian, so they sprayed their anger on Xing Qing, madly bribing the manuscript to black Xing Qing, and labeling her with ugly labels such as "Little Song Yun" and "Song Yun Low Match Stand-in".

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that they are not in agreement.

Xing Qing patted Ruan Yan on the shoulder again: "In any case, prepare for today's launch conference."

Ruan Yan said, then picked up the lipstick and began to apply it.

When the room calmed down, Xing Qing began to slowly look at Ruan Yan.

She wore a baggy bathrobe, with a large white skin exposed on her chest, a long neck and a beautiful face above her.

Especially the lingering phoenix eyes on his face, the last time I saw it, it was unforgettable.

Xing Qing thought of the photo Ruan Yan showed her just now.

Song Yun's face flashed by. In the photo, Song Yun was also sitting on his side at an angle with Ruan Yan. Similarly, there were such unforgettable pair of phoenix eyes in the mirror.

I still don’t think about it on weekdays, but now I think about the so-called "Little Song Yun" in the draft...

It's really similar...

Xing Qing suddenly realized that something was wrong, "Why are you doing makeup yourself, the makeup artist?"

"I was borrowed by Song Yun just now. She said she couldn't be too busy over there."

"Can't be too busy? The crew matched her with three of them, and come to us to borrow them? How big is her face, so there are not enough makeup artists for her to make it?!"

Xing Qing's anger came up again after finally resting. From cutting the bad dress to making things difficult for the makeup artist, Song Yun made it clear that he did not want Ruan Yan to have a better day.

"Forget it, I'll call the crew next door to borrow one, I hope I can still have time."

"No need." With a clatter, Ruan Yan closed the metal lid of her lipstick. She said, "You don't need to borrow the dress anymore."

"Why? Didn't you go to the launch conference?"

"I want to go." Ruan Yan raised his eyes to look at Xing Qing, "Moreover, I just want to go like this."

Xing Qing didn't understand what she meant, and in the next second, she heard Ruan Yan's five words without any waves:

"Xing Qing, take off, dress, and serve."

The dull thunder in the evening had stopped, and in the evening, the heavy rain poured obliquely.

The venue was bustling with hustle and bustle, and people who came to the launch conference gathered around Xie Chen to compliment, saying that this film is destined to be the same as this day, and will sweep the storm at this year's major film festivals.

Xie Tuo's words are very useful.

He is fifty-eight this year. He is the leader of the fifth generation of directors in China and the best director of the three major domestic film festivals. He has won two of them. He also hopes to use this movie to cut down the award he has never won in the three major categories in one fell swoop, as a gift to himself when he enters the sixtieth class.

Thinking of this, he glanced at a few leading actors.

Song Yun came early. She wore a red tube top dress today. She was so beautiful. Although he didn't approve of Song Yun's acting skills, he was a person who debuted for six years after all. With a little adjustment, she still surpasses most actors. .

Ruan Yan is what he looks forward to most.

Although the little girl is a newcomer and doesn't talk much, she was the only actor who used surgical scissors correctly during the audition. After a trial, she was professional and smooth. Even Xie Qian couldn't help asking if this girl Xing Qing was a medical student before.

As a result, Xing Qing said, no, people are just graduates from the film school, and they have only signed into the company for less than a year.

What made him even more mysterious was that Song Yun and Ruan Yan really looked like a little bit of similarity.

How similar this is to the plot in "Two Lives Flowers": two good sisters who look alike... God is helping him, sending Ruan Yan to his lens!

However, when I saw the figure coming in through the side door, this sense of anticipation instantly froze—

Ruan Yan came here wearing only a white shirt and black skirt. He even saw her agent wearing this suit at the crew dinner last night...

"Thank you."

Ruan Yan said hello to Xie Qian.

Xie Xie looked at her for a while, his expression unconcerned: "What's the matter?"

"Something went wrong," Ruan Yan hesitated, "accidentally."

Is it really an accident?

Xie Qian's face sank, his eyes wandering between Song Yun and Ruan Yan for a moment. Just about to speak, the host on the stage began to introduce the guests one by one.

He straightened the collar of the tunic suit, turned and walked on the stage, Ruan Yan also followed the order.

According to the position, Song Yun stood in C position, the actor and director stood on the left and right sides of her, and Ruan Yan consciously stood aside. A white dress and black dress, no powder or daisies, between the delicate eyebrows, there is a little more indisputable meaning.

When reporters ask questions, they occasionally ask about this newcomer who has just graduated from the film school. But then they discovered that no matter what they asked, the smart girl could always play Tai Chi round back, so they refocused the topic on Song Yun.

"Miss Song, someone photographed you and the president of Xunke sharing a car last week. Are you two in the dating stage now?"

Song Yun tucked her hair, don't know why, before answering, she turned her head to look at Ruan Yan, her eyes were meaningful, and then answered the reporter's question:

"Today is a new movie conference, not a new romance conference. I won't answer any personal questions. I hope you teachers will give us some personal space, thank you."

US.

What she said was, "we".

…

All the reporters in the room exploded.

Even the reporter who asked the question laughed: "It seems that our performance in the second half of the year can be supported by the news of the two of you alone!"

In the laughter of a bunch of people, Song Yun looked sideways at Ruan Yan again. But this time, she smiled at Ruan Yan.

It was vague, with a sympathetic smile.

Numerous camera cannons were shot on the stage, but Ruan Yan was not shy at all. She just opened her mouth and said silently to Song Yun: Congratulations.

Song Yun's smile was immediately frozen. It's like a fist hitting cotton, meaningless.

When the reporter asked later, she didn't bother to answer.

The boot press conference ended noisily.

However, when he stepped down, Xie Tuan suddenly stopped Song Yun and Ruan Yan.

Song Jun asked, "Is there anything else Xie said?"

Xie Feng's eyes drifted between the two people for a moment, and he looked at the simple white and black dress on Ruan Yan's body. He said: "Song Yun, you stay, let's talk."

Ruan Yan left wisely.

When she was about to go backstage, she turned her head, Xie Tuo didn't know what she had said, Song Yun's expression became more and more ugly.

I don't know if Song Jun can't see it, but Ruan Yan still smiled at her. Just like Song Yun did to her on stage.

Xing Qing walked over, looked at Song Yun and Xie Qian in the distance, and looked at Ruan Yan who was calm and relaxed, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "High, it's really high."

"Song Yun must have thought that we would borrow a dress in a panic, look for a makeup artist, and then watch us make mistakes. In the end, she never expected that we would just take care of it and go straight to the stage!"

The more Xing Qing thought about it, the more he felt that Ruan Yan's trick was brilliant, and he repeatedly praised: "Don't make any resistance, just so magnanimous so that Director Xie can see to himself, this is much better than we took the initiative to sue and sell..."

Ruan Yan rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and said to her: "Don't boast, I'll go back to rest and fly to Hengdian tomorrow. Remember to book a plane ticket for me."

Xing Qing nodded and waved goodbye to her.

After leaving the hotel, the pouring rain outside was still falling, Ruan Yan walked around behind the hotel and entered the underground parking lot under the rain.

The parking lot lights were dim. She took out the key and pressed it once. The moment the car lights suddenly turned on, she was caught off guard from being dragged behind her.

A familiar man's breath struck, and the aggression was extremely heavy and strong.

She was held tightly in her arms, and her wet shirt pressed tightly to his chest.

A pair of big hands touched her waist, and the palm body temperature was transmitted through the two thin layers of fabric, like sparks, making Ruan Yan's body, which had been soaked in the cold by the rain, gradually warm.

"Shen Jin." She whispered, with some annoyance.

Of course, just like meowing, it will only become more annoying.

He pinched her chin and forced her to look up. In the dim light, he looked at her lingering phoenix eyes, watching intently.

She thought he was going to kiss her eyes, which was where his kisses landed most often.

But this time he lowered his head, his heavy breathing stopped at the corners of her lips: "Who are you trying to seduce so wet?"