Chapter 44

There is only a half-hour break at noon, and it is too late to go back to the hotel, so the actors usually stay in RVs or rented cars.

It was essential to get enough rest, otherwise it would be easy to lose focus in the afternoon. Wen Zhenni wanted to take a short nap in the car, so the others went downstairs together.

Lu Fangyang breathed in the fresh air and said tactfully, "This place is nice. It's my first time here. I'll take a walk around town this afternoon."

Ciheng nodded: "Take Xie Xincheng with you."

"No." Lu Fangyang's face fell, he felt like crying but couldn't. Could he please take back what he said?

"Thank you for your hard work." Qiu Sicheng patted his shoulder and could only express his sympathy verbally.

He was also going back to sleep for a while. Before leaving, he did not forget to say to Ciheng: "Mr. Ci, remember to come and watch my performance."

Ciheng put on her cool and reserved demeanor, as if someone else was choking to death at the table, and replied indifferently, "It depends on my mood."

But in fact, I already have the answer in my heart.

Of course he will go, he must go, he must watch the kissing scene carefully.

He decided to go, and he really meant it. So when the kissing scene was about to start, he showed up on set just in time.

Seeing this person, the director was so excited that he quickly instructed the stagehands: "Quickly move a chair for Mr. Ci."

Ever since witnessing his behavior at the hospital, the director had been asking around for information about his background. While his relationship with Wen Zhenni wasn't explicitly stated, his level of concern for her was definitely significant.

The director had originally tried to establish a relationship with Wen Zhenni, but before he could act, a phone call from her secretary decisively stopped him.

The secretary said it directly, just contact him if you have any problems, don't think about starting from Wen Zhenni.

The director knew better as his subordinates were so tough in their attitude. He knew he had to be more careful with his words and not go against their will.

Ci Heng obviously didn't like dealing with these empty formalities, so she just waved her hand coldly, "I'm just taking a look, don't bother me."

The director of course agreed, "President Ci, please feel free to look at it. You can give us instructions if you need anything."

The ancient town is an unpopular tourist destination. Even during the summer vacation, there are few tourists, and not many passers-by attracted by outdoor filming.

The afternoon scene was mainly set indoors. Because of an argument, the heroine and the supporting actress were called in for questioning by their boss. When the hero arrived, he discovered that the heroine had sprained her ankle and it was swollen like a carrot.

In this kind of plot, according to the usual routine, a princess hug will be designed to show the male protagonist's boyfriend power and reflect the female protagonist's mental transformation process.

Qiu Sicheng squatted down slightly, gestured several times, and repeatedly adjusted the angle, striving to make this scene beautiful and moving.

However, his first attempt at a princess hug failed.

He didn't even hold Wen Zhenni up! He didn't even last a second!

Qiu Sicheng was a little embarrassed, and Wen Zhenni, who was removed halfway, was also embarrassed.

"Maybe you're not ready." She came to his rescue.

Regardless of whether they were unprepared or not, the set was shrouded in dead silence.

In this suffocatingly awkward scene, some people were laughing and joking, while others were trying to smooth things over. Suddenly, a clear and sarcastic sneer rang out.

Following closely behind was a mild but not overly harsh remark: "Thin dog."

The ridicule was completely unrestrained and even merciless.

Countless eyes fell on the man following the voice.

He pursed his lips, folded his arms across his chest, and stood casually. It was clearly a simple T-shirt and casual pants outfit, but on him, it exuded an indescribable elegance.

Although the sunglasses covered her eyes and made her face unclear, they still couldn't hide her superior jawline and her full and beautiful head shape.

The most commendable thing is her natural and strong presence. Even actors who have been in the film and television industry for many years can hardly match this aura.

Most of the staff present didn't recognize him, and their clothing alone couldn't tell who he was. But the director's earlier attitude towards him was clear enough: he wasn't just any ordinary person, and certainly not one they could afford to offend.

"Who is he? Why haven't I seen him before?"

Someone couldn't help but whisper to confirm, but was stopped by the colleague next to him who shook his head.

Who cares who it is? In this line of work, they have seen all kinds of people. Private matters are like cockroaches in a garbage dump. It is best to pretend to be blind and deaf.

The failed princess hug just now was just a minor incident. No one took it seriously and the show continued filming as usual.

After summarizing his first experience, Qiu Sicheng tried again and completed it easily. The resulting picture was indeed beautiful.

Including the kissing scene later on, everything was done in one take.

It was intermission time, and the director told everyone to hurry up and get back to work. Each department was doing their own thing, and no one was coming here.

Wen Zhenni trotted over, skirt in hand. When she got close, she looked him up and down, her eyes sparkling as she smiled in surprise, "You actually came to visit us on set. Where's Xie Xincheng?"

Ci hummed: "Lu Fangyang took it to play."

Wen Zhenni took the thermos cup that Chengzi had opened and praised with a smile, "Assistant Lu is really amazing. He can even lead him alone."

Ci Heng crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at her, "I was the one who arranged for Xie Xincheng to be involved, why don't you praise me?"

"Needless to say, there's nothing in this world you can't handle." Wen Zhenni leaned closer to him, her voice incredibly sweet, "When it comes to dealing with that naughty kid, you're undoubtedly the first to take credit."

"Sweet words and flattering appearance." Ciheng's mouth corners curved upwards.

Wen Zhenni held the eldest brother's thermos cup and folded up a few tissues to wipe his sweat.

Seeing sweat oozing from her forehead, he naturally reached out and took the parasol that his assistant was trying hard to hold up.

Ciheng was tall and strong. When he raised the umbrella, the sunlight coming in from the edge fell on the lower half of Wen Zhenni's face. It would have been better not to hold it up.

Wen Zhenni squinted her eyes from the sun and tugged at his strong forearm, pulling it down. He seemed to have just realized the problem and tilted the umbrella forward, completely blocking out the strong light.

The lines for the scene just now were too long. Wen Zhenni had just finished reciting a long paragraph when her throat felt dry. She unscrewed the thermos and gulped down several large gulps of warm water to suppress the dryness.

"You came this morning. Did you watch the movie I filmed?" she asked.

"I watched it for about an hour."

There were drops of water on her lips, and as they rolled down, he almost instinctively reached out his hand and gently wiped across the peak of her lips.

After wiping it off, he realized that his thumb had smeared some lipstick.

It was a bit annoying. It was inconvenient to wipe it off, but it was uncomfortable not to wipe it off. Finally, the fingers froze in mid-air and curled up, and could only helplessly maintain that helpless posture.

It was rare to see him embarrassed, so Wen Zhenni laughed and said, "Who told you to wipe it? There are bacteria on your hands."

She took a piece of toilet paper and wrapped it around her thumb. While wiping the lipstick marks, she told him the story behind the scene.

Finally, I asked him curiously, "If you were the male supporting role, could you tell right from wrong?"

Ci Heng understood the cause and effect of the plot and rubbed his fingertips. "There's nothing wrong with your brain. You can see it. It's just that some men's pride gets in the way and they don't want to admit that their choices are wrong."

Wen Zhenni looked at him and just smiled.

After wiping her fingers, she crumpled the paper ball in her palm and said, "Everyone was so embarrassed when you spoke just now. At least give Brother Cheng some face."

"Well, let's talk about it later." It's not certain whether there will be a next time.

Ci Heng pretended not to hear and continued to express her opinion, "He can't even hold you, he must be very weak. I advise him to replenish his energy as soon as possible."

It was just the first mistake, and you can't conclude that the person is weak.

Wen Zhenni reserved her opinion, "His arms feel bulging, so he must have big muscles."

Ci Heng grasped the key point and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Have you touched it?"

Without waiting for her to answer, he concluded again, "You're still so weak even after working out, which shows your core strength is average. Your kissing skills... are even more average."

As he said this, the machine on site suddenly made two noises, drowning out the rest of his words. Wen Zhenni couldn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Ciheng didn't want to repeat himself, so he said, "Never say nice things a second time."

Just then, the site manager came to urge them to start work, and Wen Zhenni had no way to continue asking questions.

Before leaving, she pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice, "You bastard!"

Unexpectedly, Qiu Sicheng, who had just finished work, heard this.

He paused, and with a look of great interest he swept over Ciheng's face, where his eyes were on the top of his forehead. His tone was filled with the teasing of someone who wanted to watch the fun and not mind getting involved. "Oh, it turns out our Ni'er can curse."

I don’t know whether to say that Ciheng is used to it or is just too good at pretending.

He remained calm and asked slowly, "Fans call her puppy, did you know that?"

Puppy is the nickname given to Wen Zhenni by fans, and Qiu Sicheng certainly knows it.

"What do you want to say?" The corner of his eye twitched. He always had a premonition that this person was going to say something shocking in the next second.

Ci Heng slowly spoke: "Dog man is not an insult to me, it is a hobby between husband and wife. The full name is puppy man, understand?"

"..." How can you still make such a quibble?

Qiu Sicheng couldn't help but admit it, "It's a shame that you can't be a lawyer with your sophistry skills."

Ciheng smiled calmly: "Thank you for the compliment."

After arguing for so long, Qiu Sicheng has rarely gained the upper hand.

This man seems emotionally stable, but his actual aggressiveness lies in his mouth.

"Are you free? Sit down and chat." Qiu Sicheng pointed his chin in the direction of the restaurant, "The one where we had dinner today. Let's have a drink."

Wen Zhenni hadn't finished work yet, and Ciheng wasn't in the mood. "Two men, what's there to talk about? I'm not going."

"I'm not asking you to go now."

Qiu Sicheng finally realized that this man was actually an invisible wife slave. "The director invited everyone to dinner, just the few of us. He didn't dare let Ni'er treat you, so he had to ask me to do it."

Judging from what he said, the director took his words to heart.

Ci Heng was willing to give some face to someone who had good sense, "Wait until she finishes her work."

Qiu Sicheng immediately gestured, "Okay, I'll tell the director right away."