After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter 23

Momo was surrounded by a group of people, and they felt that their eyes were different. They auditioned her from top to bottom, and suddenly there was a feeling of disgust surrounded.

Admiration seemed sincerely interested in introducing her to everyone. She heard what she had said before about unfamiliarity with the crew, so she wanted to help lined her up. Hopefully, she could quickly fit in. Even if others did not accept it, they would not crowd her out in public. The atmosphere of harmonious drama group is not without it, but there are many hidden hierarchical drama groups. Many people hold high and low tread, and when they see fame high on one side, they are enthusiastic. When they see fame unknown, they are all kinds of laziness, and admiration is too much.

Everyone present was an actor. She was the best at acting at the scene. She looked at them with a smile on her face and put them on. She looked them in the eyes and just thought that the inner activities of their hearts were going to rush out immediately - turns out she was admiring her thighs!

Mo: “...”

Lin Qi Tang and Ye Jianzheng also came, Lin Qi Tang looked quite happy: “Everyone is here to talk. ”

Everyone said, "Good Lin, good Ye teacher. ”

Lin Qi Tang nodded and looked at the ink.

Originally, he didn't know the details of Nguyen Nightingale, and his resume was simple and indistinguishable. After Mo came to interview, he was greatly surprised. He felt that this person was acting pure green and not new at all. He searched Nguyen Nightingale's information by hand. At first glance, he was even more surprised. He also looked at Nguyen Nightingale's red tread song all over again, and suddenly he felt that he was betting on the right treasure, and had some blue eyes on her.

If it's done, it should be fine to make it red again, then sign her into your studio, it's a good deal.

“Where's Mo?” Lin Qi Tang remembered something, look around, casually said: “Mo and Nguyen Nightshang play a lot, there will be a play tomorrow, why don't you come and communicate? ”

The ink bandaged his face.

What are you looking for?

I'm standing right in front of you!

"'I think something's wrong,' said Zhengming. 'I haven't heard from you yet. Qing Ming called me and said it would be a little late. It hasn't started yet. ”

Mo continued to squeeze his face.

What sister?

Sugar White, I've told you 180 times who's your sister!

As soon as everyone listened to what Lin Qi Tang meant, it was amazing that he was willing to bring this Nguyen Nightingale that came out of nowhere, what status was it? Lin Guide wanted to bring this woman, so their inner activities began to surge again, almost spraying on the face of Lin Ink - turns out she was carrying Lin Guide's thigh!

Mo: “...”

Mo Mo mobilized his facial muscles and put on a sign smile like Nguyen Nightshang used to do: “Thank you Lin Gui, Mo hasn't come yet, I have a chance to ask her later. ”

Lin Qi Tang was quite satisfied with her and said to others: “Tomorrow we have to start working hard. Everyone has a relaxing night and have fun! ”

The crowd spread apart, and not long later, Nguyen Nightingale finally arrived, standing in the crowd like a painting. After seeing the shadow, the group appeared, like a moth pounding next to this spotlight, and Nguyen Nightingale spoke to them in a condom. Occasionally, he revealed a few decent laughs without salt. The style of ink was constant.

Xuxipinen is a person who does not take the initiative to take care of whose image. People talk to her and say good things to her. She responds politely, but rarely does what she does on her own initiative. Aware of this characteristic, Nguyen Nightshang also glanced at the ink on the other side of the dining table. It didn't mean much. She came up to call her sister affectionately and invited her to sit beside him. Nguyen Nightshang nodded and sat down in an auspicious manner.

She glanced at her a few times and found that she was truly unusual and still had an image of herself. Her eyes fell back on the table.

In the course of dinner, there is no shortage of alcohol to be paid for, the scene is staggered, if you drink, then you can read it, and you don't know who set the rules, and Mo thinks it should be killed.

The actors at the same table saw Yan Mu and Lin Qi Tang either obviously or casually took care of Min Mo, so they also came to drink with Min Mo. They wanted to be polite on the counter. However, before waiting for the cup to be raised, Yan Zhihuan had already taken a step forward. He chuckled: “I am the agent of Nguyen Nguyen, my surname is Yan. I also asked you to take care of more during the later shooting. ”

Everyone opened their mouth and was so enthusiastic that they couldn't stop drinking, so they toasted to Yan.

Sumo's heat stroke did not allow him to drink, so he escaped a robbery.

Sitting next to Momo is a young man named Ding Pei, from a music show and a fan of his own. He acted as the male lead Liu Zhao next to him in the play, because of Liu Zhao's relationship, he had a lot of appearances.

"Ding Pei, a very good-looking woman, raised her cup quite shyly.“ Miss Nguyen, I've seen a lot of the scenes behind the script with you. I... ”

He hasn't finished the phrase "I toast you" yet. “Oh, my God, you must be Ding Pei! ”

Ding Pei suddenly couldn't help but nodded quickly: “Yes… yes. ”

He smiled brightly: "I've seen your show, I'm a fan of yours! Come on, let me toast you! ”

Ding Pei is even more shy. Ha ha ha, it's not good to go toast Mo. Hurry up and meet Yan for a cup of cheer: “Thank you Miss Yan. ”

Once again, Momo escaped.

Hearing that his face was so thick, he never seemed to know why he was embarrassed. He said to Ting Pei: "It's not convenient right now, there's no paper or pen. Next time you have a chance, you must give me this faithful fan signature! ”

God knows she hasn't even heard Ding Pei's song.

Ding Pei is obviously a simple man, a grown man, smiling into a petite, shy flower: “Sure, sure! ”

When Yan listened to the joy, he thought that the next time he had to go around the kid.

Once and for all, Mo didn't put a few sips of wine on it. She let Yan listen and drink it. Mo has nothing on the surface, but her heart is a little touched. In her cognition, Yan Hearing Huan thinks that she is Nguyen Nightshade, the two are good friends, Yan Hearing Huan is good for Nguyen Nightshade, for the two ribs of Nguyen Nightshade, it has nothing to do with the person inside, after all, the other party does not know.

But I did benefit from the help of Yan Huihui. I couldn't help but look at Yan Huihui and look at her and tell her to stop drinking.

You can't sit together without communicating. You don't know each other at first. When you sit down and eat, you have to have a chatter. Otherwise, a table man pokes at that one as if it were a big box sitting in a coffin. How embarrassing the scene is. Momo is usually lazy to talk. In order to have a good relationship with the people, and to help Yan Huan shift the focus, she acted as a skill teller, but she could also speak to the table people about the boundaries of a bright lotus flower.

They were mesmerized by this layer of acting, only like pig oil blinded their hearts. The more they found the temper of the person, the more interesting it was to talk about it. Whether she hugged her thighs or not, whoever was present did not hug one or two thighs, the better people got along, the communication became a lot more harmonious.

After that, I don't know if Lin Qi Tang didn't have a door on the mouth of the other table, or if others recognized the face of Nguyen Nightshang, remembering that Nguyen Nightshang did film the scene many years ago, but now he is out of breath, and he is still a classmate of the same hospital. It came from talking to each other, and I knew all about the little sesame seeds.

College classmates! I've known him in private!

Others at the same table opened their eyes as if they had discovered another great gossip, looked at the ink, and the inner activity erupted into an unstoppable realm - turns out she hugged the ink on her thigh!

Mo: “...”

Now she can't refute it.

She actually hugged herself on her thigh.

A meal of ink is almost gone, go back to your room to rest after the field, work starts in the early morning, she is still in the heat, or she will blow up if she doesn't make up her sleep.

Nguyen Nightshade was remunerated by the producer to supervise the weight-bearing bosses. She swept back, Mo was long gone. Lu Qingming came to tell her to go to bed early, and she nodded. The first thing you need to do when you get back to your room is call Yan Huan and say, "Thank you, are you okay? ”

Fortunately, he was able to drink, at least he didn't throw up. He hummed in his room with a glass of water: “I can't die. ”

She sounded lazy: "I didn't tell you she had a heat stroke. It got me in the way of her booze. Next time you have to worry about yourself, don't push me. ”

“Isn't that inconvenient? If I did sit over there, what would people think of her?” Nguyen Nightshade smiled: “Besides, I saw her eyes and clearly didn't want me to go there. ”

It's not a good thing that the crew has just been set up, as an exasperated face, to come up and attract too much attention. Nguyen Nightshade understood that Mo was even more aware of this reason, so he saw Yan Mu come before, and Mo all pinched a sweat for himself.

Admiring kindness is kindness, and it does help a certain amount, but it is a double-edged sword, and it also makes Yiu Ink an enemy as soon as he arrives - the actresses headed by Liu Yu Si looked at Yiu Ink badly, envy and envy were simply overflowing.

“Look at her and you'll know she doesn't want you to go.” Listen to the laughter: “worrying about her drinking makes me stop, how can the difference between people be so great? ”

Nguyen Nightshade answered with shamelessness: “I was afraid that my body would get hot and drink again, and she would ruin it. Listen, you gotta figure this out, you're helping me, not her. ”

“Yes, yes, yes, you're afraid she'll ruin you.” Yan listened to the admiration and.

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

What did you say?

Min Mo thought that the two of them were in the middle of nowhere, so the two were a little late. Nguyen Nightshang hung up the phone and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When she came out, she wrapped herself in a bath towel, walked to the window, and the curtains were half-covered. The darkness outside was adjusted by the street lights, and a mixed halo leaked into the room.

The hotel is quite spacious in front of the door, at this point there are still many people walking downstairs. Nguyen Nightshade is about to pull down the curtains to sleep, turning his head and glancing at a person standing under a large tree.

The shadow was blurry and the light couldn't shine there.

This is the only shadow that doesn't move. It's like having roots. It's dark. It blends with the shadow of a tree, and you can't see the gender of the body.

Nguyen stood by the window and squinted.

Soon, the man walked away.

Like it never existed.