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Beiguluo Lane, Imperial Capital

Weng Huaijing Studio, which has not yet been officially established

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A living room with rough soft furnishings and furniture that resembles a single man's home is surrounded by crew members. At the entrance, Tan Sen controls a crane camera and is doing dynamic filming.

"These two people are in a very strange state. It took them seven or eight hours to take a slightly more intimate cover photo, but then..."

Zhang Yameng looked thoughtfully at the scene being shot in real time on the set.

Yan Qing, who was only wearing a bottoming vest, suddenly picked up Weng Huaijing, ignored the resistance and carried her into the bedroom angrily, and said some cruel words.

"The filming was very smooth even if there was more physical contact. It was all about getting into character. I couldn't believe it. The lines were so explicit!"

The sentimental looks between them and the lines they spoke made Zhang Yameng, a self-proclaimed veteran driver, blush a little.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Shao Qing, who was standing on the side with his arms folded in admiration, gave Zhang Yameng a look.

Lao Zhang smiled brightly back at Shao Qing and then looked at Miao Miao. She seemed to be conscientiously continuing her work of coordinating the crew as she followed the bedroom.

It's just that the black automatic pen in Mr. Miao's right hand moved in and out as she pressed it, and she kept muttering something in her mouth.

"Why don't Lao Zhang go in and take a look? This is a sex scene. Here, Peipei and Xiao Miao are surrounding the bedroom door..."

Shao Qing leaned gently against Zhang Yameng's beautiful shoulders and winked at her.

Zhang Yameng asked in a rosy tone: "Then why don't you go watch the fun, Sister Qing?"

"Yan Qing is such a thief... I guess he only clicked until he reached the end of the page, and he was still borrowing seats. He was not as close as the two of us, and it was not exciting at all..."

With his charming eyes and eyes turning, Shao Qing moved a little closer to Zhang Yameng, his expression was very sultry.

Being teased repeatedly, Zhang Yameng couldn't bear it. This time she finally fought back. She pressed close to Shao Qing, blowing softly between her ears and temples: "Sister Qing, if you want to see something exciting, I'll tell you." Here it is…”

Quickly taking a few steps back, Shao Qing turned her beautiful eyes and her pretty face turned red instantly. She was a little panicked and said: "Lao Zhang, you are so good, you dare to tease me."

At this moment, Zhou Peipei stepped back from the bedroom door. After stabilizing his position, Shao Qing turned to her: "How are they? Are they close to each other?"

"The outside of the window was shaded. As soon as Brother Qing put Sister Jing'er on the bed, after they finished speaking their lines, he signaled to turn off the lights and clear the place..."

Zhou Peipei shook her head like a little lion and returned to Shao Qing.

Qia Mengmeng's mood improved, and Miao Miao poked her head out from behind and added: "Brother Qing and Weng...professors are both very measured..."

Naturally, he joined hands to pet the cat, and Shao Qing curled his lips in disdain: "It's like it's real, and you're clearing the place, leaving no one behind?"

Seeing how Miao Miao was being snuggled up comfortably, Zhou Peipei, who was in a complicated mood, explained: "I've left Mo Ran, Tan Sen and two cameras inside."

"I guess I'm preparing to shoot the last scene...the lingering scene under the mottled moonlight through the blinds. It's just past one in the afternoon, and it's already finished."

Zhang Yameng couldn't help but sigh at the speed of the filming of "Moonlight".

"I have to go to my house to record songs later... Of course I have to hurry up... They two have almost never done opposite roles, why don't they be more cunning..."

He took out a bunch of keys and waved them in front of Lao Zhang's eyes. His tone was very ambiguous. Shao Qing then reminded him again: "The Huaijing Studio will be listed tomorrow afternoon. Lao Zhang, you must not forget the person I want!"

Zhang Yawu grabbed Shao Qing and showed her cute tiger fangs. Miao Miao muttered in her mouth: "My brother Qing'er is not that kind of person!"

"Don't forget, Han Yuan's resume will be sent to you later..."

She glanced at Miao Miao, who was having a fight with Shao Qing, and then looked at the bedroom. There was unspeakable sadness in her eyes, and Zhang Yameng responded calmly.

"Have you read the book, little meow... If you don't understand, you can ask Peipei..."

Perhaps because he was busy coaxing Miao Miao, Shao Qing did not notice something strange about Zhang Yameng.

When the skill took effect, Miao Miao stopped and felt worried: "The professional books are okay...the one she gave me is hard to chew..."

After hesitating to speak, Shao Qing finally said slowly: "There is no malice in harboring admiration..."

Under Zhang Yameng's eyes of deep envy, Miao Miao leaned against Shao Qing: "I know, Sister Qing, you have explained it several times..."

"When we were talking about red and white roses last time, would Brother Qing already know my secret... Han Yuan came to the Imperial Capital... would he think that we two..."

In the living room, Zhang Yameng's thoughts were surging and she couldn't calm down.

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Separated by a wall, Yan Qing in the bedroom looked as normal as he was preparing to turn on the phone, but in fact, there was also an undercurrent in his heart.

Without it, my heart would be pounding.

Although judging from the playback on the director's monitor, the scene where he carried Weng Huaijing into the bedroom was shot very well, as if reproducing the original split-shot script, but Yan Qing knew that his heartbeat sounded like a high-speed electronic 808 drum machine.

Can't lie.

Although Weng Huaijing is 172 centimeters tall, he is extremely light.

"Rou Ruo Boneless... She should eat more usually. If it is too light, it will be unhealthy..."

He recalled the feeling of being held in Princess Yan Qing's arms, like holding a fluffy feather that smelled of rosemary.

Weng Huaijing didn't bother to guess what was going on behind Yan Qing's calm face. Many thoughts were flashing through her mind.

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"That lazy jazz song will probably be used in the plot just now. He actually made a pure English song. He is not worried about things in New York being exposed. He is not afraid that I have nothing to be afraid of!"

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"What about "Coke Ring"? I'm not ready yet..."

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"The first time I hugged a princess, Yu Ge beat me to it... Weng Yu's girl in the cubicle... forget it... it's all me..."

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""You have eyes that make people want to commit crimes!"

Should this line be replaced with something more restrained...

"You really have eyes that can speak..."

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"Xiaoge, get ready to shoot the last part."

Yan Qing's soft call brought Weng Huaijing's attention back to the set as he sat in front of the bed.

"Shameless~"

Secretly rolling his eyes, Weng Huaijing showed a cold expression: "Oh."

Since she joined the group, Yan Qing has been taking advantage of her role to be a "little grid". People like "Little Grid" have been talking about Weng Huaijing in front of others, as if she thinks she has acquiesced.

If there is no one around for a while, Yan Qing will even call him nicknames such as "Huaijing", "Weng Xiaoge" and "Gege".

This made it difficult for Weng Huaijing to control himself, especially since Yan Qing acted like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water. Professor Weng actually wanted to say something to him: "Weren't you Professor Weng at the beginning? You were buzzing happily, right?

Why don’t you continue buzzing?”

But looking at the artificial moonlight in the bedroom shining through the gaps in the blinds, dappledly shining on Yan Qing, and thinking of the script passages he filled in with some of his good memories, and the song, her heart was always

I couldn't help but become softer.

With his heartbeat speeding up silently, Weng Huaijing quietly covered himself with quilt and waited quietly for Yan Qing to lie down next to him to start the last part of filming.

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"cut!"

Upon hearing the instructions issued by the executive deputy director Mo Ran, Yan Qing promptly released his gentle grasp on Yingying's waist.

Both of them showed professional qualities as actors, while Weng Huaijing calmly returned to the bed.

"Director Yan, how about this part? Does it need to be reshot?"

Mo Ran, the group behind the scenes, all under the leadership of the veteran actors at Renyi, gradually got into the habit of calling Yan Qing "Director Yan".

Putting down the director's monitor, Yan Qing made an OK gesture to Mo Ran.

Taking the director's microphone from Tan Sen's hand for temporary storage, Yan Qing calmly opened the bedroom door: "Thank you everyone, "Moonlight" is officially finished."

After putting down the director's microphone, Yan Qing did not forget to bow three times deeply to the behind-the-scenes staff in the living room.

Although he was sanctimonious, he was thinking in his heart: "It seems that every time there is such an intimate scene, Bong Bong doesn't dare to come over and watch the replay with me. It's really cute."

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After filming was completed, Shao Qing drove his seven-seater Navigator, carrying Weng Huaijing, Zhou Peipei, Yan Qing, Miao Miao, and Zhang Yameng from the Drum Tower back to the Xiangshan Yishu Community at the southern foot of the West Mountain of the West Fifth Ring Road, and did not return home.

, she parked the car directly in the garage of Building 8 in the detached area.

The seating arrangements on the way here are as follows:

Zhou Peipei and Zhang Yameng sit in the third row;

Weng Huaijing and Miao Miao sat in the second row, although their interaction was basically zero.
To be continued...