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Director Yang held the start-up ceremony, and when the firecrackers went off, there was a thousand taels of gold.
During the lunch break, Song Yi saw for the first time the heroine Wen Suya, who was holding a pipa and half-covering her face. She was wearing a red backless skirt with graceful curves. She was more beautiful than she looked on TV.
Wen Suya held the freshly baked pudding and distributed it to the cast and crew one by one, but everyone was afraid of Wen Suya’s reputation as the “Queen of Hype” and could hide as far away as possible, for fear of being stuck with Wen Suya’s plaster.
Song Yi looked at Wen Suya’s disappointed expression and blamed the poor little girl. The promotion was manipulated by the agency and had little to do with the artist herself.
When handing it to Song Yi, Wen Suya blinked a few times and smiled charmingly, “I will trouble you to take care of it in the future.”
”You’re welcome.” Song Yi took the hot pudding and asked with a smile out of politeness: “Did you make it yourself?”
Wen Suya bent down and pointed at the fresh strawberries dotted on the pudding, “Yes, I usually like to make these little things.”
”It seems that I have been lucky enough in the past few months to be able to eat desserts made by beautiful women.” Song Yi said in a sincere tone.
Wen Suya was elated and smiled, “You can eat it if you like it, try it quickly!”
Song Yi resisted Wen Suya’s expectant gaze, picked up the pudding and bit into a small piece elegantly, “It’s delicious. Your craftsmanship is so good.”
”Really?” If someone else had said that, Wen Suya would have felt flattered by the other person, but Song Yi was different. Song Yi was upright, gentle and gentlemanly, which was particularly convincing.
Song Yi chuckled, “Of course it’s true.”
Wen Suya’s depressed mood was instantly cured, and she smiled brightly, “Thank you, brother Xiaoyi.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Suya heard a very light laugh, full of disdain, overflowing from her throat.
The red sun was shining brightly in the coastal city, and the sun was burning like fire. Gu Xingchuan was leaning on the lounge chair behind Song Yi, with half of his face hidden in his sunhat. The golden sunlight reflected on his lower jaw casually, and his sharp-edged lips were slightly curved. , articulating clearly: “If it tastes delicious, will he only take one bite?”
Wen Suya bit her lip uneasily, feeling at a loss. She was really afraid of Gu Xingchuan.
She has seen many male actors. Although Gu Xingchuan is good-looking, he is not easy to deal with in private. He is murderous and looks like a gangster. Wen Suya does not dare to get into trouble.
Song Yi cursed in her heart that there was something wrong with Gu Xingchuan, and showed a charming smile: “It’s delicious, but I haven’t had a good appetite in the past few days.”
This is true. Song Yi may have been acclimatized in the past few days. She has no appetite at all when looking at all kinds of delicious food , and she often feels nauseous.
Gu Xingchuan said calmly: “Hypocrisy.”
Song Yi squinted her eyes, looked calm, and pretended not to hear anything, “Su Ya, thank you for the pudding. I hope I can have it next time.”
Wen Suya nodded slightly and took a cautious look at Gu Xingchuan. Gu Xingchuan, as if sensing something, raised his hand and lifted his sunhat, casually looking at Wen Suya on one side, focusing on Wen Suya’s crossed collar, and his eyes slowly moved down.
“You’re quite promising.” Gu Xingchuan smiled evilly.
Wen Suya felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to reach out and pull her collar, but she didn’t dare. With a sigh of relief, she bid farewell to Song Yi in fear and left as if running away.
Song Yi was so angry that such a beautiful girl was so frightened. The touch she felt last night was wiped out, “Can you be polite to girls? Look at how you scared her.”
Gu Xingchuan sneered, “I’m happy to, but you don’t like her breasts being so big?”
Song Yi didn’t even know whether Wen Suya’s breasts were big or not. He was a very upright gentleman. When talking to a female Omega, he would never look at places he shouldn’t have looked at. “You think everyone is as dirty as you.”
“If you’re not obscene, why are you talking to her?” Gu Xingchuan raised his eyebrows.
Song Yi glared at him, “I’m happy too, but your control is too lenient. Our relationship can’t reach this point, right?”
Gu Xingchuan rested his head lazily on his arms and half-squinted his eyes, “Who wants to care about you? Your flirting disturbed me to sleep.”
Song Yi was really convinced, “It’s true that the prostitute sees the prostitute, you are just a stinking hooligan.”
It was obviously an ordinary polite word, but when it reached Gu Xingchuan’s ears, it turned into flirting.
Gu Xingchuan smiled innocently, looked at Song Yi up and down, and teased: “Am I a gangster, or am I raping you?”
The knife pierced Song Yi’s heart, causing blood to flow out. Song Yi’s lips trembled in anger. That shameful night followed him like a shadow. It was the most embarrassing memory in his life, but Gu Xingchuan reminded him of it from time to time.
Song Yi gritted her teeth and stood up, grabbing Gu Xingchuan by the collar, “Gu Xingchuan, I’m not done with you!”
Gu Xingchuan was stunned. He didn’t expect him to be so angry. Song Yi was a well-educated person. No matter how they quarreled in the past, Song Yi would not take action.
“Are you going to do anything just for a girl?” Gu Xingchuan’s dark eyes glowed coldly, unblinking.
The surrounding staff watched secretly, looked at each other, and dared to pull Gu Xingchuan’s collar, which was no less than plucking the hair from a tiger’s mouth.
Song Yi let go of her hand, took a deep breath, and calmed down her fierce emotions, “It has nothing to do with you, just have some moral integrity!”
After speaking, Song Yi walked forward without looking back.
Song Yi regretted it after doing this. On the set, relatives surrounded relatives and friends surrounded friends. There was no airtight wall.Sure enough, when work was done in the evening, Director Yang found Song Yi, pulled Song Yi to the corner and asked in a low voice: “Xiao Song, tell the truth, do you and Gu Xingchuan know each other?”
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