Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

“Don't break it.” Ye Qiang faintly opened his mouth.

“Let's go to dinner. I'm starving.” Beidou Road.

“What's the rush? Is everything done?” Ye Qiao made a noise.

“Brother Ye, let's not go. Wait, their support is here. It's hard to get away!” Miyagi said hastily.

“Brother, what can I say about that? So what if the backup comes? These scumbags, I can pinch one finger, there are more ants, and they can threaten the elephants?” Beidou skipped his mouth.

“Brother, you're right, but... what are we doing here now?” Miyagi's face was full of confusion.

“Film, can't you see that everyone is so dedicated? How can you walk away so irresponsibly?” Ye Qiao laughed softly.

When he heard this, Miyagi's face changed slightly. He stared at Ye Zheng with surprise: “Holy crap... Brother Ye... you can't...”

Without giving Ye Qiang a chance to talk, Miyagi bit his teeth, as if he had made a big determination: “Brother Ye, I won't shoot unless... you shoot with me. ”

In the meantime, Ye Zheng whitened Miyagi's glance. Is this asshole full of tofu? Who the hell let him do it?

Ye Lao was too lazy to take care of Miyazaki. He got up to the table he didn't want to go to. He tapped his finger gently on the table. "Director, what are you hiding for? Get out to work. ”

“Ah… Ye… Director Ye… Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, I'm not familiar with them! ”

Soon, the director climbed out of the table and looked at Ye Qiang with a smile on his face: “Director Ye, I am your fan, your fan of iron, these people, coerced me into making this film, to me, is a great insult, Director Ye, you know, my whole life, the most disgusting and vulgar film ever made! ”

“Shut up.” Ye Zheng glanced impatiently at the director.

“Okay.” The director nodded.

“Screenwriter. ”

Ye Zheng sat on the chair and shouted.

“I... Director Ye, I am a writer...” A young man hurried to Ye Zheng and nodded.

“Show me the script.” Ye Qiandao.

Soon, the screenwriter handed the script to Ye Zheng.

At most a dozen breathing kung fu, Ye Zheng swept through the script and laughed: “You are really unprofessional, the female and male protagonists chose the wrong donkey mouth, this kind of film, how can there be fire after shooting out. ”

“Right, right, right!” Director Hurry: “Director Ye, you're right, I've said before that this angle selection is too hasty, it doesn't have that sense of visual impact and burst power! ”

“So, director, who do you think would be better off as the actress?” The corner of Ye's mouth was filled with laughter and he looked at the director.

Sniffing, the director shook his head: “Director Ye, I can't say this! ”

“What do you think of Yao Jiawen? ”

Ye Jiawen's eyes fell on Yao Jiawen not far away.

“Ye Bai, what did you say?! ”

Yao Jiawen stared at Ye Jiawei.

“Yes! It's really good! Yao Jiawen is the lead actress. Too many seconds!” The director hurriedly raised his thumb toward Ye Zheng.

“The hero...” Ye Qiang looked at the many black men who were crying: “Who doesn't want to die, stand up. ”

A strong man in black who was still screaming so hard, heard this and immediately climbed up from the ground: “I, I don't want to die! ”