Song Zhaoshui looked at everything in front of him and had a headache.

She clearly remembered that she slept well on her own bed, but when she opened her eyes, everything changed. The place where she was was obviously a shooting base, surrounded by unfamiliar buildings, all kinds of camera equipment, and men and women dressed in Republic of China clothes who looked significantly higher than passers-by.

She pressed her temples, closed her eyes and opened them again.

Well, not a dream.

She looked down at herself, wearing a dark green embroidered orchid cloud yarn cheongsam, and a pair of black patent leather high heels on her feet. This dress is cold and sexy, but it's not her style. Although Song Zhaoshui always yearned for cheongsam, she never bought it.

This sudden change was very strange, and Song Zhaoshui did not dare to make a sound. The people next to him come and go, busy, as if everything is normal. With a pink smartphone in hand, she picked it up and turned on the front camera to look at herself. The woman inside has a pair of almond eyes that reveal a little confusion and imperceptible panic. The two delicate eyebrows are slender, the face is like frost, and the lips are like blood.

It's her face that's right, but the retro make-up and the delicate Ai Sitou are very unfamiliar.

"Do you want to send a selfie?" Seeing Song Zhaoshui holding her phone, a girl with a ponytail beside her reminded her worriedly, "Sister Yang said, if you want to send a selfie, you must show her the photo in advance."

The girl spoke cautiously, lowered her eyebrows and kept her voice low, as if she was a little afraid... She?

Song Zhaoshui put away the phone: "I don't post selfies."

She doesn't like to post selfies, neither on her Moments nor on Weibo, but only a few group photos.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and reminded in a low voice, "The director said that you should read the script." Don't forget the words for a while, and she naturally dared not say the last half of the sentence.

script? Song Zhaoshui kept silent, and glanced around. Sure enough, he saw several documents wrapped in transparent wallets on the table on the other side. He stretched out his hand and picked up the top one, only to see that the cover read: "Playing Poor" Time" script.

"When the play is poor", how is the name familiar? Song Zhaoshui frowned slightly, and a flash of fire suddenly flashed in his mind. Isn't this the script in the novel "Only You Are Love in the Entertainment Industry" that she read last night? How would it appear here?

Song Zhaoshui had a bad feeling in her heart, she hesitantly looked at the girl next to her: "Liu Jie?"

Liu Jie snorted and quickly asked, "What do you want?"

What does she want? She wanted to go home, but Song Zhaoshui's nerves were beating faintly, and the hand holding the script was shaking: "Where is Ji Yue?"

Ji Yue is the male protagonist of "Only You Are Love in the Entertainment Industry", and Song Zhaoshui keeps complaining when he reads books.

Hearing her mention Ji Yue's name, Liu Jie felt as if he was facing a big enemy: "His role today is over and he has already left."

The ominous premonition was confirmed, Song Zhaoshui's face turned pale, and the whole person's expression was not right. Seeing that Liu Jie was more and more worried, for fear that she would make a scene on the set, he quickly comforted: "You can see him tomorrow, let's first To end today's play..."

As they were talking, the director had already called someone to remind him, "Miss Song, if you're resting, let's start filming, shall we?"

Song Zhaoshui thought to herself, take a picture of the woolen yarn, the main master has left, she is here with an empty shell, what to take for a picture?

She was haunted and forced herself to calm down: "Where is the director? I want to talk to him."

The field manager who came to call was a young man, and he was mentally prepared to be rolled his eyes. He didn't expect Song Zhaoshui to take the wrong medicine today, and he even told him please. He looked at the snow-white little face, and his heart softened. After all, she was a little girl. Maybe she was in a bad mood a few days ago, and her temper was a bit stinky, which can be forgiven. He pointed to a place not far away and said, "The director is there."

Song Zhaoshui took a breath. She remembered that the director had been briefly described in the original book. The director is Li Shu, who is in his fifties and has a tough temper. As soon as she came over, she saw Li Shu frowning: "Get ready to shoot!"

"Director, please wait!" Song Zhaoshui hurriedly stopped him, "Director, I have something to tell you."

One bite at a time, polite and polite. Li Shu frowned and nodded slightly: "What's the matter?"

Song Zhaoshui had already organized his words and said truthfully: "I ate the wrong thing yesterday, and I was very sad. I didn't memorize the lines well. If I continue to shoot, I will not be able to get into the state. Can I shoot again tomorrow?"

Li Shu's brows twitched again immediately: "Do you know how much you have delayed?"

Dare to push tomorrow?

Song Zhaoshui knew that he would react like this, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "I promise not to do this tomorrow, I'm really uncomfortable, Director."

Li Shu glanced at the coordinator, who nodded slightly: "The progress is alright, just finish shooting tomorrow."

Li Shu then waved his hand: "Okay, go back and memorize your lines."

"Understood, thank you Director." Song Zhaoshui sincerely thanked him before turning around and leaving. As for tomorrow, let's talk about it tomorrow. Maybe this is just a dream, and when I wake up tomorrow morning, I find myself still lying in bed.

She shouldn't have read that book. I didn't have any interest in this book at first, but when I saw a character with the same name and surname as her, I was inevitably curious, so I read it. However, Song Zhaoshui in the book is just a female supporting role, a substitute for the male protagonist Ji Yue's heart Bai Yueguang. To say that this book is strange enough, it is obviously the romance of the female frequency, but it shows the style of the male frequency.

Ji Yue has gone from a traffic niche to a big player in the entertainment industry, and the women around him are not true love. Song Zhaoshui was waiting to see how the male protagonist was abused by the female protagonist in the back, and how he could not fall in love. As a result, after seeing it, he finally found that the so-called female protagonist was just a substitute for Bai Yueguang.

Song Zhaoshui only remembered an indescribable stagnation in his heart. How did he know that when he woke up, he would become a character in the book? Because of his name, Song Zhaoshui was quite impressed with the original body. She is the daughter of financial tycoon Song Pei and his ex-wife, and her identity is quite embarrassing. He is arrogant and arrogant. Relying on his appearance and family background, he frantically pursues an actor in the book.

After asking for nothing, she met Ji Yue. Ji Yue is the most popular image of a white-faced scholar nowadays. Song Zhaoshui, who was emotionally wounded, was captured in this way, and fell into the gentle trap without any preparation.

After the value on her body was fully utilized, Ji Yue kicked her away...

Bah, scumbag, Song Zhaoshui couldn't help but scold when he thought of this.

She reached out and took the script, and the scene to be filmed tomorrow has been circled. The script is very clean, and it can be seen that the original owner did not read it at all. She made this scene to chase after the male god, oh, by the way, who is the person she is chasing?

Song Zhaoshui pressed his eyebrows, surnamed Xie, what is Xie?

There were so many supporting roles that she couldn't even remember them.

Lying on the bed and watching the script for a while, Song Zhaoshui realized that he was hungry. She wanted to make a phone call to order a meal, but after thinking about it, let it go. She took her wallet and went out.

Song Zhaoshui entered the elevator, and was about to close the elevator when he saw someone coming outside. He habitually pressed the door button and waited for someone to come in.

The man froze at the door for a few seconds without responding.

Song Zhaoshui tilted his head: "Aren't you coming in?"

Only then did the man react and strode into the elevator. As soon as he came in, Song Zhaoshui felt a sense of compulsion. There is no other reason, this man is too tall.

The two stood at the corner of the elevator, and Song Zhaoshui noticed that the man was wearing a mask and hat. It's still summer and this outfit is weird. Only then did she feel that she was brave enough, and she thought that this was a five-star hotel, and the safety was at least guaranteed. Maybe this person is also an actor?

She quietly raised her eyes to look at the man, just in time to meet a pair of sharp phoenix eyes.

The eyes are pretty, but they are too cold, so Song Zhaoshui quickly retracted his eyes.

After leaving the hotel, Song Zhaoshui crossed the street again, only to find the smell of fireworks in the world - a food stall.

In summer, the food stalls are so crowded that there is absolutely no place to sit. Song Zhaoshui didn't mind either, her original plan was to buy it back to eat.

Disposable bowls and chopsticks are all placed on the long table for diners to pick up by themselves, and all kinds of food exude aroma. Song Zhaoshui was very generous to himself, took the fried noodles, and then went to get the chicken wings. Take the roast lamb chops, and order cold edamame. Before taking a few steps, both hands were full.

In half an hour, she returned with a full load.

As soon as she walked to the door of the hotel, she saw that familiar figure again. There are no shortage of masks and hats. Like Song Zhaoshui, both hands are all kinds of food. The soup is watery and fragrant in the distance.

Coincidentally, this is not the case, Song Zhaoshui couldn't help curving his eyebrows.

The man looked back at her, the surprise in his eyes could not be hidden, but when he turned around, he was hit by someone, a paper bowl fell to the ground, and two chicken wings were scratched out of the bowl, on the smooth marble floor. There were two long oil stains on it.

The person who bumped into someone was in a hurry. Seeing that it wasn't something important, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked out while apologizing.

The man who was hit still stood there, looking at the two chicken wings on the ground without saying a word. It seems to be a headache how to deal with this.

The hotel staff hurried over and said, "Sir, the cleaning staff will come to clean up in a while, so you don't have to worry."

Worry?

Song Zhaoshui raised his eyebrows slightly, she dared to promise, the man's eyes were definitely not entangled in soiling the floor, he was distressed for his two chicken wings.

The man said nothing, turned around and entered the elevator. Song Zhaoshui also hurriedly got in, the chicken wings in her left hand were shining brightly, and it was naked and fragrant. The man's eyes flicked over several times, but Song Zhaoshui just did not know.

"Hey," Song Zhaoshui finally couldn't bear to bully a foodie when he got out of the elevator, and said kindly, "I'll give you one."

What? The man looked at her hesitantly, and the beautiful phoenix eyes showed a little bit of innocence because of this, and finally stopped being fierce.

"Chicken wings," Song Zhaoshui smiled, "I'll give you one."

The man hesitated for a while, looked at her, then looked at the chicken wings, his Adam's apple moved up and down, as if he swallowed, and finally he couldn't hold back his disposable chopsticks and took a chicken wing: "Thank you."

The deep voice was unexpectedly pleasant.

Song Zhaoshui shrugged: "Eat food, take care of each other, it should be."