Reborn National Sister

Chapter 120

"That's the way it was shot"

Her voice was not too loud, it sounded like she was muttering to herself, and everyone present could not hear her.

The staff members have different expressions on their faces, but they all express the same meaning.

Dislike it.

I took pictures for a long time, but I didn't take a good one. It didn't take long for someone to go up and took several pictures. It's so embarrassing to say such a thing.

I am not as good-looking as others, and I am not as good as a rookie after debuting in acting for so many years.

After she said this, no one answered.

The embarrassment on her face was visible to the naked eye.

After seeing the photos, the director finally chose the second one. This one with the round fan protecting the flowers can better reflect the character of the character.

In fact, Su Tao is more suitable for a heroine than Zhao Yimeng. This was his first thought when he saw Su Tao's photo, but the employer decided on Zhao Yimeng.

Generally speaking, the female supporting role cannot be better than the heroine in terms of dress, and people like Su Tao will ask for a uglier look.

But Su Tao's attire is very plain, and the current amazement is all supported by her appearance, there is no other place to be uglier except this face.

He suddenly felt a little rebellious, and the makeup photo was just like this, and he didn't change it.

After Su Tao finished filming, he found a place to sit by himself. When Lu Nian came over, he was about to start filming.

Handing her a glass of water, Su Tao took a few sips before turning on the phone.

This scene is about Princess Jiu fainting from hunger at the gate of the prime minister's mansion, and the eldest lady played by Su Tao rescues her back to the mansion.

In the monitor, Su Tao and the big maid who was close to her were walking out of the house, the maid had sharp eyes.

Startled: "Miss, that person seems to be fainting."

Zhao Yimeng's footsteps were flimsy, his face was pale, he walked unsteadily, and he might faint at any time.

Sure enough, the next second she closed her eyes and leaned against the stone lion in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion and slowly fell down.

The eldest lady and the maid trotted over to help her up, "Wake up, wake up", the person in her arms didn't move at all.

They looked at each other with the servant girl, and each of them went back to the mansion with one arm supported. When they passed through the gate of the mansion, the eldest lady ordered the young man to invite the doctor.

The expression on Su Tao's face was anxious, but even so his tone was somewhat gentle.

But no one knows what's going on in the baggy sleeves.

Zhao Yimeng's nails scratched Su Tao's palm fiercely.

The camera was always looking at her, Su Tao didn't make any unnecessary movements, and let her pick her up.

Until they stepped through the gate of the mansion, the camera was shooting their backs, Zhao Yimeng was still pretending, but Su Tao didn't intend to bear it any longer.

In the wide sleeves, Su Tao clasped her wrists with his hands, pinched them on the bones on both sides, and twisted them down forcefully.

With such strength, the bones will be fine, and it is still possible to make her wrist sore for a day or two. If she is right-handed, chopsticks will shake.

Zhao Yimeng let out a cry like killing a pig in an instant. She never thought that Su Tao would punish her like this. She moved so fast that neither Su Tao nor the actor who played the maid could support her.

hands off.

Zhao Yimeng fell to the ground and covered her hands, the little maid was stunned and didn't know what happened.

The director's voice came from the loudspeaker, "Why don't you act, keep going!".

An actor makes a mistake, and the sound engineer puts down his tools to take a breather.

Su Tao squatted beside her, her voice was so low that only the two of them could hear, "Why, the beating you received last time doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

This kind of person just remembers eating but not beating.

Her voice was cold, and Zhao Yimeng thought of the night of the starry night. It had been several months, and the pain had long since disappeared.

But the frightening thing was that listening to her voice, that feeling seemed to strike again in an instant, and bursts of coldness spread from the heart to the limbs.

(End of this chapter)