C256 No One else Can Touch My Woman

Qiao Xinyou rushed to film set with anticipation because she had not filmed for three days. Although she had gotten some rest, to be honest, she still missed the feeling she had when she was with film set.

Because once she entered film set, it meant that she was no longer Qiao Xinyou, but Ming Fei in the harem.

The makeup on her face, along with the change in her character, also changed.

When she was still maid of honour, her face was still very light makeup. When she was Concubine Ning, her makeup had already started to be bright and beautiful, while Ming Fei's makeup was very thick in the later stages. She had a majestic and imposing appearance.

Before the filming started, Qiao Xinyou was still reading the script, trying to figure out the character's thoughts.

Although bed scenes were indeed very shy, an actor could not be so shy.

Following the director's words of "Actions," and the sound of the board hitting, the filming officially started.

Qiao Xinyou's heart was beating rapidly. She took a deep breath and was about to get closer to the male lead who acted as the Emperor when she heard a harmonious voice.

"What a coincidence."

The biggest investor, Yan Yilang, appeared. He was like a tycoon from Tian'er. Of course, the director had to go. Perhaps something big had happened. Of course, this scene had already ended before it even started.

Qiao Xinyou's eyes were filled with the desire to shoot two holes in Yan Yilang's body.

"Director Yan, why are you here?" The director put down the work in his hands and asked.

"Come and take a look. The money I invest must be effective. Don't you think so, Director Lee?" Yan Yilang's smiling look made Qiao Xinyou think of only one action, a cunning fox.

You tell me, Yan Yilang is obviously young, but why does he have a shrewd and experienced aura about him?

"Of course." The director nodded and bowed, but he was ridiculing in his heart, Of course my ass. What else do you want? It's because you gave Qiao Xinyou three days off. He also asked Lu Weiwei to apply for three days of leave. The entire crew was unable to film it. They had delayed the filming progress by three days. These were all white, soft money.

"Yes, I feel that Miss Jojinlian's acting is not good, especially that scene just now."

Uh... Was she acting just now? Qiao Xinyou wanted to vomit blood.

"Then what do you mean by...?"

"Since the acting is so bad, there is no need for this scene."

"But this play is a selling point." The audience now liked some kissing scenes.

"You mean that the scenes I invest in must be a selling point?" Yan Yilang raised his tone, and the dangerous atmosphere became more obvious.

"Of course not." The director smiled apologetically.

"Then..."

"Then delete this scene?" The director endured the pain in his heart, and it was still his henchman who welcomed Yan Yilang.

"Yes, this suggestion is not bad." Yan Yilang said.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Qiao Xinyou, who had a confused look on her face. How could I let you film a bed scene?

How could I let others touch my woman, not even in a movie?

Qiao Xinyou ended this scene in the envy and jealousy of others. The original bed scene ended because of Yan Yilang's interference. The screenwriter temporarily changed the plot and replayed it. This time, she really deleted all the kissing scenes in the movie. The biggest aspect was holding hands.

It was really a Qingshui TV series.

Qiao Xinyou was dumbfounded the whole time, while Yan Yilang was supervising the whole process.

Damn it, didn't this guy go to a meeting? Could it be that Liu Junda lied to me? Or did this guy also lie to Liu Junda?

This was a good show. Could it be that this fellow's willfulness had ruined it?

After having some free time, Qiao Xinyou came to question Yan Yilang.

"Hey."

"Why is your attitude so bad?" Yan Yilang smiled and walked closer to Qiao Xinyou.

"Mr. Yan Yilang, I am filming. Can you not change the scene without permission?" Qiao Xinyou said seriously.

"So you really like that bed scene?"

"No."

Only a ghost would like to shoot a bed scene. It was not like she was the person she liked. She even had to shoot such intimate movements.

"Then why do you object?" Yan Yilang continued to ask.

"Isn't that..."

"What is it?" Yan Yilang spoke very quickly.

"Yes..." Qiao Xinyou choked. She could not answer Yan Yilang's question.

"Are you the one who wants the red almond out of the wall?"

"Of course not."

"Then you should be happy," Wang Yao said.

"I... Why should I be happy?"

Qiao Xinyou really felt that she was about to be driven crazy by Yan Yilang. If this person were to use the power of Monk Tang, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood every minute.

Yan Yilang saw Qiao Xinyou trying her best to hold back her laughter and felt that she was very cute. He deliberately held back his laughter.

Qiao Xinyou scratched her hair and sat down. She took a deep breath again. She looked at Yan Yilang with a serious expression as if she had something important to discuss. "It's like this, Mr. Yan Yilang. Filming is my job. This is like treating CEO as your job. Since it's your job, then... If you don't disturb me, then I won't disturb you either. What do you think?"

"You can come and disturb me, I'm more than happy to do so. As for not disturbing you, I'm sorry, that's impossible." Yan Yilang smiled, making Qiao Xinyou have the urge to beat him up.

However, the hand that was swinging the fist was put down again.

How could she really hit Yan Yilang? She couldn't beat Yan Yilang either.

"Yan Yilang, I found that you look exactly the same as before. You haven't changed at all." Qiao Xinyou stood up and looked down at Yan Yilang.

Her long hair covered half of her face.

Yan Yilang's eyes reflected Qiao Xinyou's beautiful and thin face.

He waited for Qiao Xinyou's answer.

No change? He felt that he had never changed, especially towards the heart that he liked Qiao Xinyou. Oh, no, it had changed because he realized that he was more and more in love with this wretched girl, this stupid woman.

"Childish." Qiao Xinyou gently threw out these two words.

Sitting down, she looked at Yan Yilang's originally smiling face that quickly drooped down, looking unhappy. In her heart, she felt very good.

"How childish? You are the one who is childish, right?"

"It was clearly you who was childish. Remember when we met in the library? One prank wasn't enough, and then a second one. "

Thinking back to that time, Qiao Xinyou burst into laughter.

But what did it feel like? This young man was very arrogant, but he could always make some childish moves.

"A second time? The first time, we didn't formally greet each other in the library. Of course, we have to formally greet each other in the second time. "" Gaoling Flower? "

This name was really ancient. Qiao Xinyou, who had been there for a long time, clearly felt that it was very clear, but she also felt that the details were very vague.

When Yan Yilang talked about those sporadic things, she had a feeling that she had returned to the school at that time.

She returned to the library and returned to the time when they first met.

It was beautiful and cruel at the same time.

One love had begun, and the other revenge had also begun.

"Yan Yilang, do you think the outcome would be different if we didn't meet at that time?"

"You are right. We will definitely meet. You will come and find me." Find me for revenge.

Qiao Xinyou smiled, but this time her smile was mixed with bitterness.

"Yan Yilang, how much do you remember from that time? Do you remember sweet or painful things?" Or do you only remember the pain of being imprisoned at that time?

"In my memory, there is only sweetness." Yan Yilang said.

He had a regulating system in his mind to filter out those unhappy things, leaving only happiness.

Therefore, even when it was so painful for him for five years, he still fell in love with Qiao Xinyou without hesitation and hid the scar.

Time flowed backward.

Memories of five years ago, eight years ago, when he first met her, everything, everything.

It was as if we were at that age, at that time, we were all very young.

Starting from the beginning.