Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Know the name first, then know the origin, get to know each other slowly, and continue to develop the relationship when there is a chance in the future.

Moreover, Zhao Manshi absolutely believes in his perfect conditions: a rich lady, a sweet voice, and a talented person. Even in Kyoto, Zhao Manshi has no shortage of suitors.

If the gentleman who saved himself just now had a better understanding of me, he should have liked me.

"Ms. Zhao, Manxi is still changing costumes." Lu Shanhe continued to concentrate on checking the makeup on Jiang Cheng's face without raising his head, "You can stay for five minutes at most in the heavy work."

The tone was quite rude, but Zhao Manshi didn't care.

She pretended to be waiting for Gu Manxi, but she was actually brewing up her own statement. Zhao Manshi's tone carried a bit of curiosity: "Well, Director Lu, I was almost hit by a rickshaw when I came to Hengdian just now. The actor with his hair combed back, not tall, and a thin body saved me, and being able to tell him his name, I want to thank him in person."

Lu Shanhe raised one eyebrow.

Assistant director Wang Fuguier scratched his head and looked puzzled: "Is there an actor like this? Why don't I remember, is it a stand-in? But our crew basically doesn't need a stand-in."

"Really!" Zhao Manshi was a little anxious, her pretty face flushed, and her slender fingers were uneasily entangled, "Think about it again, Siswenwen, with thick eyebrows and bright eyes."

Zhao Manshi was really moved.

For the first time in 18 years, she was so attracted to a boy. Not mixed with interests, not for the family business, just seeing him with a single glance, there is an urge to live with him for the rest of his life.

"Master, today the crew has filmed 5 individual scenes, and there are young actors auditioning at 6 o'clock in the afternoon." Wang Fuguier racked his brains, but couldn't think of any actor who matched Zhao Manshi's description, "Could it be a group performance?"

Zhao Manshi clenched her skirt tightly: "Group performance."

Could it be that what she saw was a poor man.

Zhao Manshi was in a delicate mood, unable to express that feeling. She didn't despise the poor, she was just worried that if she was with this person, she might be opposed by her parents.

For a time, countless TV drama plots flashed in Zhao Manshi's mind.

Forget it, find him first.

"The group performance is in District 2." Wang Fugui pointed out the way intimately.

Zhao Manshi didn't stay any longer, and turned around to leave. Before stepping out of the door, he suddenly heard a familiar and androgynous voice behind him: "Sister Wang, this cheongsam has a hole and needs to be sewn."

The white high-heeled shoes did not step out the door, and the heart was beating wildly.

Zhao Manshi turned back suddenly, with a look of surprise. She was so familiar with this voice!

Zhao Manshi blurted out: "It's you, I came to you specifically—"

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't and couldn't say it for a while.

I saw that the door of the changing room had been opened, and there was a beautiful woman in a tunic suit and a long hair shawl standing right at the door.

Gu Manxi went in to change clothes to prepare for the afternoon makeup, but found that there was a very obvious hole on the right side of the cheongsam, which naturally could not be put on, so she walked out with the torn clothes.

Of course, Gu Manxi was still wearing the men's clothes that she didn't have time to change. The men's wig had already been taken off, the makeup on her face had been removed early, and her long black hair was flowing down softly. Beautiful breath.

Gu Manxi noticed Zhao Manshi at the door, and frowned slightly: "You haven't left yet?"

If you want to know what's going on... I'm going to bed first. Good night.