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He was getting more and more confused. ”Why would Zhong Yuqing like such an unromantic and dull wood?”

However, as a tool for earning money, Qin Jun wished that all the artists under his command could live a clean and private life like Tang Xiao Ai. She was usually obedient, willing to work however she wanted, just like how Yellow Ox would.

In the quiet room, the camera slowly pushed forward.

Tang Xiaoyi stood in front of the camera, giving off an unforgettable aura. Some people said that it was a literary style, but it was not a literary style. Instead, it was a kind of thick sense of time.

She was so young, so tender that she could bring up many men's dreams of youth, yet she had a calm and serene temperament, as if time itself would never leave her.

Director Gu Qing looked at the close-up of the scene in front of him. He had never seen a girl who could act out her tears so realistically.

Everyone in the crew was heartbroken along with her eyes that were gradually getting moist. These were real teardrops that were secretly falling down one by one, sparkling and translucent. They did not need the help of eye drops or music to turn the world into tiny blue tears.

She was truly too beautiful when she cried. There was a type of delicate beauty that made men want to protect their pity. It was completely the opposite of her usual quiet and elegant temperament.

Shao had worked with many female celebrities before, and their appearances were all of different colors. There was a pure and charming woman, a seductive beauty that seeped deep into one's bones, a charming and charming woman, and a myriad of graces, but they had never seen such an everlasting yet fragile beauty.

He stood by the side of the camera, completely dumbfounded. He even forgot what the next line was and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe her tears.

Tang Xiao Ai's emotional drama felt very slow and often needed to be brewed for a long time before it could all be passed in one go.

”Little Shao, don't move.” The director said anxiously.

The close-up showed the despair and sadness in Tang Xiao Ei's eyes, showing it without a doubt.

Qin Junning crossed his arms as he watched from the side, the expression on his handsome face extremely stinky.

It was as if he had never seen Qin Kuangning's face on the set before.

After this filming finished, Qin Junning knocked on the table and said, ”Rest.”

The makeup artist was helping Tang Xiao Ai fix her makeup.

Skin like Tang Xiao Ai should be the most favorite type of makeup artist. She was very flexible, had a good absorbance, and had a white and transparent complexion. She didn't have any skin problems like pimples, making her easy to apply makeup on.

Basically, other artists would need to spend two hours putting on makeup. All she had to do was put on a thin layer of powder, mascara, and lip gloss.

”Xiao Ai, we are going to the event tonight, so be more spirited.” Qin Junning walked over to Tang Xiao-yi and pushed her scattered hair behind her head, his actions especially intimate.

Although Qin Junning often did intimate actions towards beautiful women on set, his feelings for Tang Xiao-yi were different, because Tang Xiao-yi would not sleep in his bed at night.

Thus, Qin Junning's action of not having any purpose or lust only made people feel that the relationship between the two people was unusual.

In Qin's eyes, there were only two kinds of women, those who could go to bed, and those ugly women who could make him lose his interest in sex.

And Tang Xiao Ai clearly belonged to the third kind … A beautiful woman who could give him money.

”No problem.” Tang Xiao Ai really didn't like physical contact, but since she had to hug and kiss everyone, she couldn't help but get used to her boss's habits.

”The host is from LUG International.” Qin Junning's hand was placed on the side of her neck. The kiss mark on it had already become very shallow, and it was covered by the makeup artist, making it even more impossible to see.

The line of her neck was as beautiful as a swan's, and her skin was also moist. No wonder Zhong Yuqing would leave behind so many scars, as if he was planting strawberries.

”Yes.” Tang Xiao Ai's expression was still as calm as before, and under her light natural makeup, not a single ripple could be seen.