Chapter 287 (1/2)

Liu Ye has been in the entertainment industry for many years. There is no doubt about his acting skills. It is very likely that Jiang se will be crushed by him if he appears in such a way in front of him.

Zhao rang believes that Jiang se should be aware that this opportunity for her to meet Liu Ye was obtained by Xia Chaoqun, but she still started in this way, either because she was full of confidence in herself, or she was too arrogant.

She has known Jiang se for a long time and cooperated more than once. Zhao rang knows her character a little bit. She is not arrogant. She dares to play Zhang Yuqin in front of Liu Ye. She should also have her own bottom line. Zhao rang clenched his fist and felt nervous.

The next moment, Liu Ye reacts and quickly gets on with her.

The speed of Liu Ye's entrance into the play is needless to say. He sits there with a bent waist and a coat on his back. When he looks down with a slant in his eyes and his mouth trembles slightly, he has a kind of cruel look that is not cold and millet.

His appearance is worthy of being the best choice for Zhao rang to play Luoshen in the devil. His mouth is down, and he is obviously the same person. His hair is neat and his clothes are bright. However, because of the changes of his small movements, Liu Ye's overall feeling has changed.

At this time, the murderer who appeared in front of Zhao rang seemed to be the murderer who came out of the devil. He looked at every corner of the world coldly and carefully. He was as humble as dust, and hid his malice in his double eyelids.

The acting is so vivid!

Zhao rang has also seen Liu Ye's films, but watching them on the big screen is totally different from what he felt when he was sitting beside him. He didn't make up at the moment, but the momentum was enough to infect people. He was worried to see Jiang se, afraid that Jiang se would shrink back in the face of Liu Ye's acting skills.

However, she did not end this temporary performance awkwardly. What made Zhao rang surprised and pleased was that she did not lose Liu Ye at all.

Her back was bent, her feet were a little shaky, her hair was hanging a few strands on the side of her face, and her eyes were secretive and resentful. Her eyebrows were tight and her mouth was wide open, and her smile was worse than crying.

Just with this look, Liu Ye has not lost, let alone when she speaks lines, a desperate woman's uncertain tone is well grasped.

Her emaciated figure reinforces the torment of life on her. Her untidy hair shows her neglect of her appearance. Her wrinkled eyebrows and silent mourning are on her face. There is a kind of sour despair that seems to be unable to be redeemed.

When Jiang Se and Liu Ye's eyes collide, Zhao lets his back stand up. When she faces Liu Ye's eyes, she doesn't dodge, doesn't play, but doesn't fall behind.

She walked around Liu Ye, her steps from heavy at the beginning, to hesitation, and then to brisk. These three different levels of footstep sound expressed the feelings of the master. Her voice of relief, like crying, trembled and said:

”I've been looking for you for a long time.”

She was like a lost passenger who finally found her destination. Her eyes were red and full of water light, but she was smiling.

”To me?” Liu Ye coughed twice and raised his head:

”is there anything I need to repair?”

When he spoke, his hands were still moving, simulating the action of discretion.