Chapter 17

The two briefly exchanged a few words, and Dong was about to leave with her female companion, when Hormones on the side suddenly snorted.

"It is an unacknowledged private

give birth

, do you really take yourself seriously? "

The sound was not loud, but it reached Dong's ears very clearly.

This is a line that was not originally in the original script, Fang Zhi stopped and turned around, slowly looking up at the man opposite.

His appearance is unfamiliar, and he should be one of the ones who advocated no rehearsal on the first day.

Fang Zhi stared at him with clearly provocative eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly curled into a small smile.

He took a step forward and walked in the direction of the other party step by step.

Anyone who has watched the original drama knows that Dong is the murderer of Sam, ruthless and ruthless, and men are no exception.

He watched the other party approach step by step, like some kind of judgment rhythm.

The young man had a smile on his face, but his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy.

An inexplicable fear suddenly enveloped him, the man was chilled all over, and the fingertips holding the wine glass trembled.

Instinctively, he even completely forgot that the character he was playing was an aristocrat, and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "What are you doing! Don't come here!"

Fang Zhi didn't seem to hear his cry, so he walked straight to him and raised his hand gracefully.

"Feel sorry."

Just as the man was about to step back, he met the cold and gloomy eyes of the young man, his nerves tingling all over his body, his whole body seemed to be pinned to the spot, and he couldn't make any movements at all.

He could only watch his hands fall on his shoulders, and at the same time give the illusion of some kind of sharp weapon slicing his throat.

Fang Zhi retracted his hand, holding a feather that he didn't know where to take off between his fingertips, and smiled warmly and lightly.

"Mr. Hormon has dropped something here. Offended."

After speaking, he nodded slightly to them, then turned and left.

The man woke up suddenly as if from a nightmare, and sat on the ground with a plop, panting hard like the rest of his life.

Bi Dao behind the screen shook his head and drew a cross after the person's name.

What is this guy doing...

Yun Jing pulled to the distant view, Ling Weiwei looked at Fang Zhi with a tender expression, but the voice he suppressed was cold and hard.

"...When did you break the feathers of my fan?"

"Just now." Fang Zhi brushed the hair on the side of her ear very lightly, and gave her a good nod, like the most perfect gentleman's male companion, "I feel like you don't like me very much? Every time you see me, you have a face Unhappy, do I not look good?"

Ling Wei put on a shy gesture, her voice was still cold, and snorted: "You are so embarrassed."

Fang Zhi didn't respond, just laughed.

Ling Weiwei glanced at Fang Zhi's face again, and changed her stubbornly: "...That's it, anyway, it's far worse than my male god."

Because the camera is zoomed out, the audience can't hear their conversation, and can only see the two people chatting intimately in the corner.

[Woooooo my goddess is really beautiful]

[I don't know who to envy for a while? 】

[My eyes were caught by these two people, and I couldn't move to look at other people at all. 】

[Although I want to say let go of that little party and let me come! But they are a good match, the atmosphere is amazing, standing together is too seductive! 】

[It's just acting, I don't know what are you excited about? 】

[Right, it's just cooperation, the above doesn't need to be so sour]

Fang Zhi calculated the time, and it was almost time for Greer to come.

At this moment, Ling Weiwei didn't know what she saw, and the end of her eyes curled and she laughed softly.

Fang Zhi followed her line of sight to take advantage of the situation.

I saw Bai Tang walking in through the side door in a formal suit, but he was clearly looking very nervous, and he was about to walk on the same foot.

He walked all the way to the two of them and raised his hand stiffly to say hello.

"Both of you late... good evening."

Fang Zhi knew that the camera was probably on the side of Enluo and Tang at the moment, and his side was also a background board, so he chuckled helplessly and reminded in a low voice, "Don't be nervous, it's just a distant view now, you just need to act as usual. Enough."

Bai Tang took a deep breath, and then quickly exhaled: "No, my heart is beating so fast right now, I can't relax at all!"

Fang Zhi's movements naturally touched him with a glass of wine: "You can think of some happy things."

"Happy things? Like?" Bai Tang tilted his head, puzzled.

"For example... I brought you a pudding at noon, and I put it in the fresh-keeping freezer in the dormitory. It can be used as a supper when I go back later." Fang Zhi winked at him.

Bai Tang laughed immediately.

The already stiff body also relaxed naturally.

Ling Weiwei didn't think about it

It's all right here, the expression on his face almost didn't collapse.

The atmosphere here

easy

, from a distance in the camera, it is the casual chat of three or five confidants.

And the person in front began to forcibly add drama in order to brush the sense of existence.

The arrogant Mrs. Yin Si yelled at the maid Windsor, and even slapped her hard.

The latter did not expect such a development at all, and the whole person was directly stunned, not knowing what to do next.

Fang Zhi also looked over, his eyes could not be said to be calm or indifferent.

Just because it is a live performance, and the other team members who have their own thoughts, the performance of the on-the-spot reaction is particularly important.

Fang Zhi quickly calculated the direction of the next scene in his mind, and then using his body to cover, he tapped the back of Bai Tang's hand twice with his fingertips.

The latter looked over in confusion.

Fang Zhi barely moved his lips, and only said a word in a volume that the two of them could hear.

Although Bai Tang didn't quite understand why he did this, he trusted Fang Zhi's decision very much, so he blinked his eyes as he said to show that he understood.

With the end of the previous wave of farce, the camera moved to where they were according to the established process.

Dong Ben was talking with his friend Geller, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the banquet hall where Sam was leaving alone, but the expression on his face didn't change much.

The gentle and handsome young man put down the wine glass in his hand and said softly.

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

Half a minute later, he appeared in the backyard of the castle, behind Sam.

The hanging moon illuminates everything around it.

It also includes the cold face of the youth.

Kwong Ting knew very well what the next plot was, and knew that Fang Zhi must be behind him now, and believed that he could make the best response at the moment of being attacked.

But...he couldn't hear any footsteps.

It is said that the unknown is the most terrifying.

The more Kwong Ting took a step forward, the more anxious he became.

After about ten steps, he finally couldn't bear to turn around and glanced back.

But there was no one behind him.

Kuang Ting's cold sweat came out in an instant.

Before he could figure out what was going on, a ghostly voice approached in the next instant and whispered in his ear.

"Do you remember the name Ciel?"