Chapter 40

Ranlong was furious at Qiu An's fans' indifferent attitude towards her.

She mooed softly and stood up from her chair. Seeing that the diners' attention was attracted by her, she sat down again.

With all this back and forth, quite a few more people recognized them, or more accurately, people who recognized Qiu An. They took out their phones and took photos of the two of them. Some of the braver ones came over and asked if they could take a photo together and have a meal together.

Qiu An smiled and gently declined their request. She paid the bill and pulled Ran Long away from the flashing crowd.

Fortunately, Qiu An was prepared; a business car driven by a driver was already waiting outside the door. The two of them got in the car and stepped on the accelerator, leaving behind the people who wanted to follow them.

Ranlong looked at the crowd that was gradually moving away and said, "How scary! It feels like a zombie siege."

Qiu An asked her, "Hasn't anyone been recognized before?"

"Yes, but only one or two each time. There were more when I was younger, but that's probably because I recognized Ran Cheng. Wait, you knew you would be recognized, right?"

"Yeah. I thought you knew that too."

"I know again." Ranlong said in a bad tone.

"But you dressed up carefully today."

The implication is that dressing like this is just for the purpose of being photographed.

"How good can I look in those cameras, my dear sister! Let's bet, when the photos are released, either my face will be distorted, or my height of 1.7 meters will be made to look like 1.5 meters..."

"You look beautiful no matter what." said Qiu An.

With one critical hit, Dianlong's health bar was emptied.

Regardless of whether Qiu An was sincere or not, Ran Long found it quite useful.

"Just...anyway, next time, please discuss it with me beforehand."

"good."

-

I turned around and went to pick up Sister Hou and Xixi. When Sister Hou came up, she was holding a family bucket in her arms.

"I brought some for you too," said Sissi.

"Actually, I was just too careless!" said Sister Hou.

Xixi glanced at Sister Hou.

Ranlong took the whole bucket with satisfaction and looked up at Qiu An, as if to say, look, my assistant is more honest than yours.

Xixi didn't bother to pay attention to her. She saw that Qiu An's eyes were red, as if she had just cried.

"Are you crying?" Xixi asked Qiu An and then looked at Ranlong.

"Hey? Why are you looking at me? She's such a grown-up, and yet she's still crying because of me. Isn't that shameful?"

"It has nothing to do with her." Qiu An said, "The powder I just ate had mint in it, and I'm a little allergic."

"I brought allergy medicine."

Xixi said as she rummaged through her bag, but she had already slumped back into her seat. She knew that Qiuan's mint allergy symptoms were nothing more than tears, and now that she wasn't crying, there was no need for allergy medicine.

Sure enough, she heard Qiu An say, "No need, it's fine now."

She didn't actually have any allergy medicine in her bag.

So what? She is just very good at pretending. She learned it from your Qiu An.

Ranlong opened the lid of the family bucket, and the aroma of fried food filled the car. She looked at the tempting golden fried chicken and couldn't help swallowing.

When was the last time you had fried chicken? Before filming "The Sound of Falling Leaves," right? Although Ranlong has a physique that resists weight gain, he can't withstand the demanding camera work of the film and television industry.

So when was the last time Qiu An had fried chicken? Was it when they were staying in the rented apartment together?

Ranlong asked Qiu An, "Do you want to eat something like this? Didn't you have enough for lunch?"

Xixi leaned over and took a picture of the fried chicken.

"What are you doing?"

"If she eats it, I'll send this picture to her dietitian."

"Are you crazy? And you said it was for her? Qiu An, are you usually too nice to your subordinates? How come they dare to ride on your head?"

"She's doing this for my own good."

"So are you going to eat it or not?"

Qiu An looked at the bucket of fried chicken in Ranlong's arms without saying a word. Ranlong was sharp-eyed and saw her throat rolling up and down.

"After removing the skin, it becomes healthy chicken breast and chicken thigh meat. Why not eat some?"

Ranlong put on gloves, selected a fried chicken breast, peeled off the starchy crust, and handed the smooth piece of meat to Xixi: "How is it? Is it healthy? You want to take a picture of this."

Sissi obediently took a photo.

The fried chicken was so delicious that even the stripped-back breast was enough to whet Ranlong's appetite. She took a hearty bite, convincing herself that the remaining gravy was the perfect treat she deserved, feeling so happy she almost cried.

She pushed the bucket to Qiu An and asked her to pick a piece to eat. Qiu An took the bucket, but looked at the chicken nuggets hesitantly.

"What? Idol burden?"

Qiu An nodded.

…

He was quite honest. Anyway, we were still some distance from our destination, so we had nothing to do anyway. I still owed Qiu An a favor, so I might as well take this opportunity to repay him as much as I could.

Ranlong peeled a chicken leg and handed it to her mouth.

Qiu An opened his mouth and ate obediently, taking small bites, just like a bird pecking at its food. Normally, Ran Long would have been impatient, but this time, he was very patient.

After all, it's like repaying a favor.

There was another snapping sound behind me.

Ranlong asked Xixi in confusion, "You're filming this? You're filming every bite she takes. Why not just record it?"

Xixi was delighted: "Good idea."

"Wait, isn't this going to be released as some kind of promotional material?"

"You're overthinking it."

Xixi immediately sent the recorded video to Qiu An.

After a while, she received a big red envelope, and Xixi happily clicked to receive it.

There were huge rewards for taking intimate photos, like something out of some old idol drama. Xixi thought, sure enough, all the bosses in the world are quite strange, and Qiu An is no exception.

-

The shooting location this time was chosen in an urban village near Luzhi, which was a long drive from the airport where they arrived.

After eating and drinking and playing for a while, Xixi and Sister Hou soon felt sleepy and fell asleep with their heads together.

Ranlong had gotten enough sleep on the plane that morning, so he wasn't feeling sleepy now. Qiu An also looked troubled. Although his eyes were closed, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Ranlong also had something on his mind. I wonder if Qiu An was thinking about the same thing.

Yuan Chengyin sent her the latest storyboard script. The nude parts were relatively subtle. After all, they were not shooting an erotic film.

Yuan Chengyin is very good at these shots where the face is half covered and the exposure is not too much, but it always makes people think about it.

I don't know if it's to protect the actress or her personal sexual preference, but it doesn't matter. After reading the whole book, it's not even more explicit than an underwear advertisement.

The question is not how many pieces of clothing to take off.

But Ranlong was not sure whether she could perform well in those love scenes.

When it comes to acting, the more ordinary the experience, the more it requires the actor to have personal experience.

After all, not many people know what it's like to kill someone, and most adults have, uh... that experience.

Unfortunately, Ranlong is one of the few people who have done it. She has never done it, never been there, and even never felt it.

Ranlong is an actress, and watching movies is a compulsory course for her. She watches all kinds of movies, both ancient and modern, both Chinese and foreign, and she can always see some explicit scenes that have not been deleted.

During adolescence, Ranlong was also curious.

She learned the methods taught to her by the girls in the movies.

Apart from the irritation of the skin and flesh, there was no other feeling.

I don’t know if it’s due to physiological factors or psychological barriers, but no matter what she does, it just doesn’t look like what she sees in the movies.

After all, it's a movie, so there's always some interpretation involved.

until……

Until last month's crossing.

When Qiu An kissed her... When she saw Qiu An's disheveled clothes...

Why is it Qiu An? It could be someone else's fault.

I am a little distressed.

Then again, isn't it okay if it's not Qiu An? Even if Qiu An is not very good, she is still a great beauty, right?

Ranlong is not a nun, so it is normal for her to have feelings.

Ranlong's eyes rolled, and he quickly realized that if he wanted to verify this, he could try it on someone else. As long as he found a way, he could complete the filming smoothly even without being close to Qiu An.

Ranlong turned around and set her eyes on the soundly sleeping Sister Hou. As both her agent and assistant, it wouldn't be too much to ask her to help her get into the role, right?

Forget it. Sister Hou is such a serious and conservative girl. If she gets angry and sues her for sexual harassment in the workplace, her career will be over.

What about Sissi? Take a closer look, Sissi is also very beautiful.

Perhaps it was her occupational disease that kicked in. Sissi felt the burning gaze and opened her eyes with unusual sharpness, just in time to meet Ranlong's malicious scrutiny.

Ranlong retracted his neck as if he had been electrocuted.

No. How could someone who had been with Qiu An for so long be such a pushover? She might even be harder to deal with than Qiu An.

-

After getting her room card at the hotel, Ranlong was pleasantly surprised to find that she didn't have to share a suite with Qiu An this time, even though their rooms were still very close, just across from each other.

This hotel is the best one in this area. Although the service facilities are not as good as those in Ducheng, the rooms are spacious.

After putting down his luggage, Ranlong didn't hesitate and ran straight to the set.

She didn't have any scenes today, but no one said she couldn't watch.

On the set, Yuan Chengyin was directing the set design with the art staff, and taking some empty shots for scene transitions, as well as some close-ups of unknown meaning that Ran Long could not understand.

Seeing Ran approaching, Yuan Chengyin greeted her: "Xiao Ran? Why are you here? Have you memorized the script?"

Oh no.

The moment this person opens his mouth, it feels like you're visiting your mother at work during the summer vacation, intending to give her a surprise, and then when she sees you, the first thing she asks is whether you've finished your summer homework.

What exactly did Qiu An like about Yuan Chengyin? Could it be that she lacked maternal love since childhood, which led to her developing some kind of abnormal Oedipus complex?

Ranlong replied to her: "You take the photos first, I'll just walk around and get into the mood."

"Okay. Then don't mess with the props."

Ranlong put his hands behind his back, turned his back to her and asked, "How about you tie my hands?"

The purpose of Ranlong's trip was to find some feelings for Yuan Chengyin. After all, this was someone she had loved when she was young and ignorant, so it shouldn't be that difficult to feel something for him, right?

But thinking about it, it seems kind of disgusting to have sexual desire towards this person.

Hold on a little longer, or there will be no one left to try.

Yuan Chengyin certainly wouldn't tie her up, so Ranlong had the opportunity to surround her, touch her here, and cling to her there.

"Are you hot, Director Yuan? A sun-protective jacket is still clothing. There's not much sun now, so can I help you take it off?"

Yuan Chengyin is always highly focused when he is working, and this time is no exception. He just agrees with whatever Ranlong says without thinking.

When Ranlong helped Yuan Chengyin take off her clothes, he deliberately touched her neck, arms and fingers.

I can't feel anything at all. It's like I didn't touch anything.

It's not like touching it. Yuan Chengyin was sweating, and his hands were sticky from touching it.

"Is it still hot? Why are you sweating all the time? Let me wipe it off for you."

Start with the tissue from the forehead, and move along the cheeks all the way to the collarbone.

This person not only sweats, but also produces oil. Ranlong threw the tissue into the trash can and took a detour to wash his hands. He applied hand sanitizer twice.

"Hey! Director Yuan! Be careful—"

Yuan Chengyin was so engrossed in the scenery that he accidentally stepped on empty air while walking up the stairs. Ranlong quickly stepped forward and pulled him into his arms.

Yuan Chengyin thanked her and smiled, feeling that the red scarf on his chest was even brighter.

I worked as an assistant and bodyguard for someone for the whole afternoon.

This... How can I feel like a fart!

No, we still need to increase the intensity.

When she had feelings for Qiu An, she didn't just touch and bump into him playfully!