Bamboo horse is about to go wild: Qingmei is so ashamed to run!

Chapter 311 It's like I've experienced it before

Until they walked out of the rain curtain, the two seemed to be still immersed in the plot and couldn't extricate themselves.

The backs of them clinging to each other reveal boundless appeal, and everyone present couldn't help staring at them with bated breath, for fear of disturbing them with the slightest abrupt sound.

After a long time, the director who was sitting in front of the camera turned his head and exchanged glances with the screenwriter beside him, seeing her nodding.

Only then did he pick up the loudspeaker that he had left aside long ago, and shouted loudly: "Cut!"

Xia Yunmo was taken aback by the sudden loud voice, and his body became a little stiff.

Fully immersed in the role, her eyes were dull for a moment, and the water drops on her face had almost fallen off, and she twisted her neck stiffly.

What catches the eye is an unusually handsome side face, long and curly eyelashes, a straight nose and rosy lips like cherry blossoms.

At this time, the last drop of water was dripping from his face, and a beautiful arc was drawn along his face.

Anyone who saw the perfect profile would be moved, but Xia Yunmo just looked at him quietly for a moment and then lowered his eyes.

He was handsome, but not the face she thought.

nor him...

The moment the shoulders of the person under him became stiff, Liang Shaohua had already felt it, but the hand pressing on it was reluctant to leave.

Until her gaze settled on his face, a glimmer of hope emerged in her heart, and in less than ten seconds, she fell into the abyss the moment she lowered her head, and fell into a dead silence.

Then there was a slight struggle in his hand, and with a shake of his hand, his hand was empty.Pausing in the air for a few seconds, his fingers twisted subconsciously, trying to grab something, but there was still nothing.

His heart throbbed suddenly, trembling like an electric shock, the umbrella in his hand fell down and fell in front of him.

Looking at the figure going away, Liang Shaohua pursed her lips bitterly, and bursts of cold air emerged from her body.

Then he sank and found that he was covered with a blanket. He glanced sideways, it was Director Huang and the screenwriter.

"Shaohua, wipe dry quickly, don't catch a cold." Director Huang smiled like a tiger, but the screenwriter's face was a little excited.

Then looking at the figure running away, both of them were full of praise.

"Your plays are really wonderful! Especially Yan Mo, he is a natural actor!"

"Although I don't know why the two of you didn't act according to the script, but the effect is much stronger than the script."

"Especially Yan Mo's expression, we couldn't help but hold each other together." Seeing aftertaste, Director Huang and the screenwriter's faces were full of obsession, and they couldn't help sighing: "It's like experiencing it, I can act so emotionally, I have been in the showbiz for more than [-] years, and I have only seen this kind of acting twice."

I don't know what words touched Liang Shaohua, and made him startled, he didn't even have time to wipe off the water on his body, his legs were more like a wild horse running off the rein, and rushed towards the direction where the beautiful figure disappeared just now.

The blanket was blown directly to the ground by the strong wind, and the two people watching were completely confused.

The screenwriter ran over to pick up the blanket, touched his head, looked at the figure that quickly disappeared and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with Shaohua? Is it so abnormal?"

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"Just like I've experienced..."

"Just like I've experienced..."

This sentence kept repeating in his mind, as if he had opened up the closed acupuncture points on his body, making his boiling blood start to rise rapidly.

Liang Shaohua's heart kept beating 'bang bang bang', the sound was so loud that it could clearly hear how many reverberations it produced every time it beat.

His breathing was a little short, and the steps under his feet didn't mean to stop. Instead, he seemed to be able to fly at any time.

(End of this chapter)