Transmigrated Into the President’s Stepmother

Soft lips with a slight coolness and warm touch. There was a blank in his mind, and Zhuo Siyan was almost stunned. In these twenty-five years, he has never given anyone such a big advantage ...

Jiang Yao didn't go deep, but his lips were lip-to-toe, rubbing bit by bit. Zhuo Siyan felt that there was a feeling of crispness spreading all over the body, and finally returned to the heart, which was astringent and unbearable. But I don't know if he was too shocked to forget, he never pushed away the people around him.

The man's movements were jerky. Jiang Yao felt the other person's stiff body, thinking thoughtlessly.

Jiang Yao's eyes were moist, his hands did not know when he had wrapped his neck, and the two people's warm, irregular breaths intertwined, creating a sweet ambiguous.

"fool."

Probably enough to play, she let go of her arms and stepped back a few steps, but the pupils in the beautiful peach blossom eyes were clear and could not see any addiction.

"How did I just teach? Have you learned?" Her voice was soft, sweeping down the man's heart like tiny feathers.

Zhuo Siyan's eyes flashed a little confused, and then turned to Qingming. He stretched his long legs and walked over to the woman. He grabbed her wrist in a hurry. Her dark pupil reflected her, stubborn tone. "Did you teach others how to kiss?

"Both?" Jiang Yao blinked, his words blurry. "If you want to know the answer, I will tell you the answer next time I make another kiss."

"I ..." Zhuo Siyan wanted to say something, but heard a footstep of approaching footsteps. The two of them stood at the corner, and they could see it as soon as they came. Because of the footsteps, this conversation can only stop abruptly. Zhuo Siyan let go of his hand and regained his original cold appearance, only some abnormal redness on his lips.

"Mr. Zhuo, Mr. Jiang. It turns out that the two of you are here. The set is ready over there. Zhen Dao asked me to call you two to film in the past." A slightly fat middle-aged man walked over, face Somewhat anxious. Jiang Yao recognized him as a field affair in the crew.

"Ok."

"Ok."

The two replied at the same time.

The fat business looked at the two people strangely. Why does he always think the atmosphere here is strange?

On the set.

Zhen Luo was instructing the deputy director to do some things. After seeing Jiang Yao and Zhuo Siyan walking back and forth, he asked the deputy director to prepare. He stared at them and asked casually, "Where have you been? Why didn't I see you in a circle on the set."

"We just went outside to check the lines just now, but we didn't expect to forget the time." Zhuo Siyan's eyes lightened as he spoke. If Jiang had not stayed with him just now, he could not see that he was lying.

"That's right." Zhen Luoben asked casually, and didn't mean to inquire about privacy.

"Right, Zhendao. When the two of us just spoke to the line, we also discussed the details, and then unanimously decided that this kiss scene should be borrowed." Jiang Yao said with a smile, word by word.

Zhuo Siyan heard this sentence and turned to look at her, but she didn't refute it.

Although Zhen Luo felt that it was really a pity not to come, but thinking of the nephew who was not close to the female color around him, in order not to delay the shooting, he was not embarrassed. He did n’t insist, saying, "OK. Borrow it."

The following filming went smoothly, and the scene was over without NG.

Everyone who was under a lot of pressure because of continuous NG was also relieved. The film emperor is still the film emperor, and it just turned out to be just abnormal.

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After spending more than half a month on the set, Jiang Rao's movie was almost finished. Today is her last scene. The act of committing suicide in the hall.

Probably to set off the atmosphere, the day when Wei Yan committed suicide in the movie was a heavy rain.

The gloomy sky cracked, and heavy downpours hit the ground and pedestrians. Layers of clothing were soaked in water, thick and moist, and tightly adhered to her body, making her feel very uncomfortable. But she still straightened her spine, even if the rain had already kept her eyes open.

Wei Yan, who had just heard the news that the city gate was broken, walked a long, long time before returning to the palace.

I do n’t know where the rebels have killed now ... Is it at the gate of the palace, or has it reached the gate of the hall?

A charcoal fire was burning around the corners, baking the room warm. But Wei Yan, who was in it, felt very cold, so cold.

Yan Yihan ...

Not knowing what came to mind, Wei Yanwu smiled coldly.

Everything here and even the country belonged to her, but soon she did not belong to her.

She lost, she lost completely. No matter from which aspect.

The people in the palace had already escaped, and the already empty place seemed more desolate than ever. Wei Yan opened the dark grid of the palace, in addition to the jade seal, there is a porcelain white bottle. She poured a panacea out of it and swallowed it without hesitation. This is something that will allow her to die without pain in a quarter of an hour.

She knew how she would be treated if she fell into the hands of those rebels. She would rather die in her own hands than stay alive.

Wei Yanduan sat on the dragon chair, feeling the passing of strength in his body a little. As far as the eye could see, the flames met the flammable cloth and burned quickly, and soon the fire spread to most of the palace.

The rain outside was still falling, but it couldn't stop the burning fire. Wei Yan's eyelids became thicker and thicker, and he gradually lost consciousness.

The moment I closed my eyes, there seemed to be someone passing by in the fire.

...

"Card! This one!"

Zhen Luo staring at the screen finally shouted.

Jiang Yao, who was "dead", stood up from the seat when he heard the sound. Xiao Wu, the assistant who had been waiting for him, quickly put the prepared dry towel on her. Xia Da's agent unscrewed the cap of the thermos and handed it over.

"Sister, drink some hot water. Don't catch a cold after so long rain."

"Xia Xia Xia, you have become more and more intimate recently." Jiang Rao took the thermos and said.

"You don't want to see who I am!" Xia Zhichu had a natural look of arrogance.

Jiang Rao shook his head helplessly, and even took a few sips of hot water before finally getting comfortable in his stomach.

Zhen Luo walked to her personally, with a kind face, "Xiaojiang, congratulations on your killing."

Jiang Yao said with a smile: "Since this is the case, can you ask Zhen Dao to sell a face, and I will close the work early today, let me invite everyone to dinner."

Zhen Luo thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. "Everyone has really worked hard these days, so stop working today."

After so many days of eating the lunch of the crew, even if it is delicious, it will be tired. It can not only improve the food, but also close the work in advance. The staff and actors are so excited that such a good thing, they have come to thank Jiang Rao.

In the crew, killing the guests is common.

Jiang Rao coped for a while and left the studio on the grounds of changing costumes.

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