Chapter 101 Pulling you, is that because you care about his injury?
Fu Langshu said two minutes and it was exactly two minutes. He finished the conversation on time and simply left the room, which made Fu Liangxia almost think that he was really here to sell something good.
However, the information he revealed would not make her have any opinions about Bai Luo, or turn around and leave.
Ten million is secondary. The main thing is that Bai Luo has a good attitude. After finding out that she didn't have that intention and wasn't trying to get promoted, he also brought up the idea of covering her face with a mask.
Now that the concerns have been resolved, given Fu Liangxia's top-obsessed personality, of course he has to do his best.
So half an hour later, she came out of the dressing room wearing a long dress that outlined her figure, holding a black leather mask in her gloved left hand. Her graceful posture stunned the assistant who came to call for help.
The assistant stared at Fu Liangxia the entire time. She paused for a moment before snapping back to her senses. A blush crept up her cheeks as she spoke, "Teacher Bai told you to wait here. She'll take a few long-range shots first. You can follow the instructions and do some poses. Just cover up a little with the mask; too much will ruin the aesthetic."
Fu Liangxia nodded to show that he understood.
She stood in the corner of the stage, a beam of light shone on her, revealing her slender neck and graceful shoulders, and the exposed part looked even whiter under the light.
The stage light is cold, the least flattering color, but when it shines on Fu Liangxia, it looks like it is coated with a filter, hazy and mysterious.
Fu Langshu stood in the audience, leaning forward against the railing in front of him, his gaze wandering over her shoulders, then gradually down the curve of her skirt...
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
"skirt?"
Fu Langshu lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it, holding it between his fingertips. Upon hearing this, he raised his eyelids, glanced at Fu Haoyao next to him and asked.
"Of course it's a human." Fu Haoyao fixed his eyes on her, not blinking.
Fu Langshu raised his hand and took a puff, the smoke coming out of his mouth floating lightly: "Yeah, it's okay."
After he finished speaking, both of them remained silent for a long time. One smoked his cigarette casually, while the other stared intently at the figure on the stage.
It can be seen that Fu Liangxia does not have much experience in filming, but she is beautiful and has a good figure. When she sits casually on the stool on the stage, she has a beauty that looks like she walked out of an oil painting.
Her body was extremely flexible, and following the assistant's instructions, she gradually assumed the posture of a saint in a medieval oil painting. However, with the half-covered mask, she looked more like the dark knight in mythology, which made people tremble in their hearts when they looked at her.
When the girl raised her eyes and looked at him, her expression was cold but contained a burning flame. Her slightly upturned eyes revealed a light of wisdom, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and go straight into people's hearts.
Fu Langshu stopped smoking without knowing when, and he didn't even notice when the spark burned the cigarette butt. It was not until he felt the burn on his fingertips that he casually put out the cigarette in the ashtray next to the seat.
"Fu Liangxia is really good at everything she does." Fu Haoyao sighed from the side.
As he spoke, he glanced at his brother beside him and said, "Don't be fooled. She will be mine."
The man sneered.
I don’t know whether to laugh at the first half or mock the second half.
"Your filter is too strong." Bai Yan, who had come over at some point, interrupted him, "If Fu Liangxia had a fan club, you would definitely be the number one fan and president."
"You're right." Fu Haoyao seemed to be inspired by his words and clapped his hands, saying, "Why didn't I think of that?"
"What, a fan club?" Bai Yan casually stuffed the thing in his hand into his arms and said, "Let me remind you, in order to prevent cheating on credits, only a few of us can run a fan club among the clubs on campus. Others are not eligible."
Fu Haoyao had no choice but to give up the idea looking a little depressed.
The shooting time passed quickly. I don’t know if it was because Fu Liangxia had a high output rate or Bai Luo had a burst of inspiration, but it ended not long after.
"It's 8:35, so we're too late for tutoring, but maybe we can still find time to visit Cheng's house together?" Fu Haoyao said, "I don't know how Cheng Xingzhou's injury is doing."
"Are you concerned about his injury? You just want to find an excuse to stay with her for a while longer." Bai Yan pointed out the truth bluntly.
The shoot ended quickly, and after I changed out of the dress, my assistant packed it in a bag and put it in the car as we left the theater.
Bai Luo was full of inspiration and was about to go back to select and edit the film. He said hello to Fu Liangxia in the dressing room and left.
Originally, they wanted to keep the stylist to help remove the makeup, but Fu Liangxia waved her hand and said that she could do it herself. It was so late, so she should go home early.
I instantly received a tearful expression of gratitude from the stylist.
So at this time, Fu Liangxia was the only one left in the dressing room.
She put on her school uniform, slowly wet the cotton pad, and wiped off the traces on her face bit by bit in front of the mirror. After removing the makeup, her skin looked more like a peeled egg.
Just then, the door was pushed open again.
"Do you need help?" Fu Langshu knocked on the door and asked.
"No, it's almost done." She raised an eyebrow, "It seems I've seen you a little too often tonight."
Fu Langshu walked in and closed the door again. His deep blue eyes swept over her back and he said slowly, "It was business before, but now it's a private matter."
As soon as these words were spoken, Fu Liangxia immediately raised her eyebrows and glanced over. She saw the man with dark eyes. Through the wisp of smoke rising from the cigarette butt at his fingertips, she saw his beautifully shaped thin lips.
"Oh? A personal matter?"
Fu Liangxia threw the cotton pad in her hand into the trash can and started wiping it a second time with clean water.
Her elbows resting on the table were white and tender, her waist was slender wrapped in the shirt, her long legs were crossed under the skirt, and her feet in brown leather shoes were swinging back and forth, which made people feel itchy.
Fu Langshu considered himself not a gentleman, and his attention was quickly attracted by that place.
It should be said that the temptation of uniforms exists for a reason. Girls wearing pleated skirts are tall and have long legs, with a golden ratio. Their long legs are slender and straight. It seems that you can imagine the feeling of having these legs wrapped around the waist.
She was so charming without realizing it. When she removed her lipstick, the brown-red lip balm was slowly wiped off, revealing her originally clear and pink lips, which was extremely charming.
The atmosphere in the room gradually became subtle.
A slow Italian love song was playing in the main hall of the theater, with a lazy female voice lingering in the air. Behind it were messy items, and the most neatly-mannered person seemed out of place among them.
Fu Langshu leaned on the dressing table next to her, looking at Fu Liangxia from the front. However, it was unclear whether he was hiding something. His left leg was raised and resting on his right knee, with one hand placed on his leg, just covering the delicate position.
He shifted his gaze from her legs, restraining himself from looking again.
Fu Liangxia seemed to understand something at a glance, with a teasing smile on her lips and her eyes seemed to be able to speak, causing Fu Langshu to glare at her secretly.
But she laughed even more happily.
"Are you really that hungry, Mr. Fu?" Fu Liangxia loved to kick someone when they were down, and the smile was almost flowing out of his eyes. "It's really pitiful to see."
Fu Langshu glanced at her, pressed the cigarette hard into the ashtray, and leaned over to teach this ignorant guy a lesson.
The next second, the door of the dressing room was pushed open.
Fu Haoyao, who had been waiting for a long time but no one came out, poked his head in. Unexpectedly, his brother was there too, and the two seemed to be talking about something.
He looked at this and that and asked them what they were talking about.
What to talk about?
Hearing the boy's question, Fu Langshu turned the ring on the end of his finger, and the inappropriate thoughts in his mind immediately disappeared.
Talk about things that can’t be broadcast.
He gathered his coat and stood up, his face calm and composed, revealing nothing of the romantic thoughts hidden beneath his skin.
The capital city was already like autumn by the end of September. Fu Haoyao was wearing cool fashion, and the smooth lines of the clothes made him look tall and handsome.
He could immediately see that something was wrong between the two of them.
Although his brother and Fu Liangxia were not in an intimate position, there was an inexplicable atmosphere flowing between them. Before he pushed the door open, his brother said something that made the girl still smile.
Such a good relationship...
Fu Liangxia heard the sound and looked over. Their eyes met and she was almost burned by the heat in the other's eyes.
She raised her eyebrows. What's wrong?
The lights in the corridor went out due to a long period of silence, and the expression on Fu Haoyao's face was shrouded in darkness, appearing obscure and unclear.
"Just chatting." Fu Langshu said.
"What are you chatting about? I'm bored and want to listen." Fu Haoyao walked in and leaned on the dressing table on the other side of Fu Liangxia.
The two men said nothing, as if confronting each other with silence as they stared at Fu Liangxia removing her makeup.
Fu Liangxia: "..."
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