Chapter 230 Just click it
Chapter 230 Just click it
Taking advantage of Zhuang Muxi's return home.
Around 9 o'clock in the evening, Fan Wumian came to the apartment in Tsim Sha Tsui alone and met Feng Ying'er again.
The girl was caught off guard.
I'm ready to go to bed early tonight, and I'm only wearing a black lace nightgown, which makes me even more seductive.
Her face, shoulders, neck, waist, hips and long legs all look very sexy, even more so than young models. It would be a shame if she didn't become a lover.
Poured a glass of orange juice for Fan Wumian.
Feng Ying'er sat down next to him and quietly pulled the hem of her nightgown with her hands.
Avoid letting someone lose control and act like an animal just because they are not wearing safety pants.
She smiled and asked:
"I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you have time to come to my place tonight? Have you finished filming the movie?"
"It's almost done. There's only one hard part left, which are the expensive special effects shots. I want to avoid mistakes as much as possible, so I'm shooting a little slowly, but I'm not in a hurry anyway."
Fan Wumian looked at her, raised his eyebrows and said jokingly:
"I came to talk to you about the script tonight. If I'm satisfied, I might be able to arrange a role for you in A Quiet Place 2. When the next film starts shooting, I'll let you play an important supporting role. As a newcomer, you don't have many opportunities to show your face in Hollywood directly."
One of them didn't sit firmly.
Feng Ying'er fell into his arms.
He put his arm around Fan Wumian's waist and said with a smile:
"I knew you were the best to me! Dear Director Fan, I also want to make a movie with you. Can you give me that role?"
Fan Wumian liked this tone very much, and deliberately said in a pretentious manner:
"Then it depends on your performance. In fact, I have considered finding a cheaper Hollywood actress to increase the box office in North America. Using a newcomer like you would be a big risk for me."
I know he is teasing me.
Thinking that it was not proper to come here so late, Feng Ying'er pecked him on the face decisively and said with a smile:
"Is this okay?"
"Boss, filming a movie seems to be very difficult. I recently bought some books for actors, but I still lack opportunities for actual practice."
"On the Internet, they said that I can sign a contract with you just because I am pretty. I must be a vase. It's such an ugly insult."
For things like making movies.
Since it is difficult for ordinary people to access and even cannot be imagined, they often find it particularly difficult.
Fan Wumian doesn't consider himself a gifted director.
But he has been in the industry for many years and is very experienced, and he also has a well-developed imagination. He always knows what kind of effect he wants, so he is very comfortable with it during the shooting and everything goes smoothly.
He naturally hugged the girl, put his hand on Feng Ying'er's shoulder, and said with a smile:
"I've warned you before, the violence on the Internet is getting worse and worse. One of the prices of being a celebrity is to put up with that. At worst, just don't watch it."
"I have prepared a role for you at the end of the movie. I guess it will only have a few lines and about half a minute of screen time. When we start shooting the third part, you will have more scenes."
"It's inevitable that the audience will lack a sense of immersion when the actress is beautiful. I will select some suitable roles for you when the time comes. It shouldn't be a big problem."
Sitting on the sofa, chatting about the recent filming.
Feng Ying'er leaned against Fan Wumian like a little bird, and asked curiously:
"The news said that you went to Yanjing a few days ago and got lucky and made a fortune. You found Emperor Qianlong's treasure in a monk's robe, which is worth 5000 million RMB?"
"It's not clear yet. We have to wait for the appraisal results to come out. If it is really the one that was stamped on Qianlong, it may not have been worth 5000 million yuan before, but it is probably worth it now."
Listen to what Fan Wumian said.
Feng Ying'er asked him blankly, "Why do you say that?"
"As for collectibles, of course the more famous they are, the more valuable they are. Just like many painters' works are actually very good, but the main reason why they can't be sold at a high price is that they lack fame."
With a beauty in his arms, Fan Wumian couldn't help but be distracted. He gently tickled her collarbone with his fingers and continued:
"This time, the news about the Kesi Dharani Sutra Quilt was overwhelming. Even many middle-aged and elderly people and foreigners remembered me and this treasure. Of course, the collection value has skyrocketed. There is no other Kesi Dharani Sutra Quilt in circulation on the market."
"It also witnessed the Qianlong period and the warlords' theft of the Eastern Tomb. Now that it is related to me, there should be many wealthy people who want to collect it."
"I mind that it was once placed in a coffin, but many collectors don't care, because many priceless treasures are fortunately preserved today because they were buried, otherwise they would have been destroyed long ago."
Feng Ying'er just stretched out her hand and said with a smile, "Then whoever sees it gets a share. If I go to make a movie, how much are you going to pay me?"
"Do I still need to pay? Many actresses would rather pay money to join my crew to film."
After listening.
Pointing, Feng Ying'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry:
"My thighs are red from your touch, and you didn't even pay me? Wow, rich people are really stingy. I'm ignoring you!"
It really makes people happy when a beautiful woman acts coquettishly.
Fan Wumian played dumb and turned the tables, saying:
"Eh? Why did you put your thigh under my palm? I have to state in advance that I don't have any weird thoughts. It's just that men's genes are full of the desire to reproduce. Everything is controlled by cells in order to continue life."
I feel like I'll eat her sooner or later.
Instead of suppressing yourself, which leads to a relationship that is booming, then declining, and finally exhausted, it is better to enjoy a wonderful life while you are young.
therefore.
While Feng Ying'er was still not able to react, Fan Wumian decisively picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.
Feng Ying'er exclaimed and said quickly:
"Not today!"
"My sister is only 13 years old. She got on the plane alone and is on her way to Hong Kong City."
"I have to go to bed early tonight. I will go to the airport to pick her up at 3 a.m. and take her to Disneyland tomorrow. If you don't believe me, you can check my text messages. I have already asked my assistant to pick me up."
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Fan Wumian stopped to think for a few seconds and replied:
"There's still some time. At worst, I can hit a home run next time. Let's call it a day for today."
Feng Ying'er bit her lip and said:
"Miss Zuo went to England last month. It seems that you are really greedy." "Huh? Are you trying to awaken my rationality through her? It's a clever trick, but it doesn't work."
Fan Wumian put Feng Ying'er on the bed. Her nightgown was too tight, outlining her figure perfectly.
It just felt a little sudden. Feng Ying'er had already expected this.
Sometimes even she herself felt fascinated by herself, let alone a young guy.
Make a decision quickly.
She raised her legs and put her feet against Fan Wumian's chest, saying, "Let me relax for a few minutes. I'm so nervous that I can't breathe. Go take a shower first."
Some things are written in the genes.
Just as men are easily attracted to beautiful women, women also like healthy, strong and intelligent men.
It is difficult for Feng Ying'er to resist Fan Wumian.
As soon as he went to the bathroom, she hurried to the cloakroom, picked out a more seductive set of pajamas, put on lipstick, sprayed some perfume, and tried her best to show her sexiest and most beautiful side.
When she was ready, she found that Fan Wumian had already crawled into bed, flipping through a magazine on the bedside table.
Feng Ying'er was shocked and said in surprise:
"I've already finished washing. It's only been a few minutes. How could it be so fast?"
Fan Wumian looked at her.
Suddenly I believed that Feng Ying'er had never had a secret meeting with other men.
Otherwise, she must know how fast a man can take a shower at such a critical moment.
He reached out to turn off the lights in the room, leaving only the small table lamp on the bedside, and hooked his finger at Feng Ying'er.
She paused for a moment, but finally sat down on the edge of the bed with stiff steps.
self-taught.
Feng Yinger cast a wink and said:
"Director Fan, is there really no problem with the role?"
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The atmosphere is instantly reaching its maximum, how can we tolerate this?
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All I can say is that for some things, once they get off to a good start, it’s not easy to put the brakes on in time.
Feng Ying'er's assistant, Bo Wenting, was woken up by the alarm at 2:45 a.m. and saw the text message, which read
——"Sister Ting, I'm not feeling well. Please go pick up my sister yourself. Just take a taxi. I'll reimburse you for the fare."
Bai Wenting felt a little helpless.
Fortunately, it is relatively easy to work with Feng Ying'er, and the occasional overtime is troublesome, but it is not a big deal.
I didn’t need to drive to the airport on Lantau Island, I could just catch up on some sleep in the taxi, so I typed a reply: “No problem, take care of yourself, there are a lot of people catching colds recently.”
It is true that I have difficulty in moving, but it has nothing to do with illness.
It was clearly agreed that we would stop at that point, but in the end, they ate up everything without leaving even a trace.
Last night, the distance from the bed to the bathroom was only a few meters.
Feng Ying'er held on to the wall with her hands and moved forward for two or three minutes before she finally walked over. The scene was so pleasing to the eyes.
Hindsight.
The girl finally realized that she was too charming, and she tried her best to tease Fan Wumian, but she accidentally went too far.
At the same time, I also realized that "Those Years" is really just a movie.
As for the parts about "innocence" and "concentration", the traces of artistic processing are too strong and cannot be taken seriously at all.
I was sleepy and tired at night and didn't have the energy to think much.
It was not until around 6 o'clock the next morning, when Feng Ying'er woke up and saw her younger sister and helped her settle down, that she had time to carefully consider what she should do in the future.
She was a little worried that after trying it out, Fan Wumian would just walk away and start ignoring her.
Of course.
Feng Ying'er thinks the possibility is not high and is confident in her own charm.
It’s a little after 7 o’clock in the morning.
Fan Wumian sent her a message, asking her: "Did you pick up your sister?"
"Well, she didn't get enough rest on the plane, so she's catching up on her sleep. I'll take her to Disneyland tomorrow instead."
Feng Ying'er just replied.
Fan Wumian sent another message - "Then come downstairs and come to my place?"
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After seeing this text message, Feng Ying'er felt a little headache and a little upset.
Finally replied
——"Give me 15 minutes, I'll clean up, and help me open the door later."
soon.
Fan Wumian met Feng Ying'er in his apartment, who was dressed exquisitely. She was wearing a tight skirt, black stockings and high heels, and it was obvious that she was well prepared.
His original intention was just to meet and chat for a few minutes, and then go back to the crew to continue filming.
however.
It seems that it is okay to delay work for an hour or two.
(End of this chapter)