Chapter 1008 The Actor Is a Vixen (35)

The setting sun slanted over, lengthening the shadows of the two people.

Shi Bai held up his phone, the background was the grass on the ground.

On the phone screen, he saw the shadow on the ground. The girl was holding her bag and standing obediently. The shadow was elongated and printed on the grass, which also looked cute and cute.

Movie Emperor Shi paused for a moment, and moved his footsteps lightly. Behind the shadows of the two of them, the corners of his lips curled into a slight curve, which was a little charming in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Mr. Film King raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the shadows that were close together on the screen. He moved his fingertips, and the picture was frozen on the screen of the phone.

Shi Bai lowered his eyes and looked down at the photos on his phone.

After reading the meeting, click directly into Weibo.

It was Shihu's first Weibo post in person. After pondering over the meeting, he edited a Weibo, attached it to the photo he took just now, and sent it out.

After that, he turned off the phone, took a few steps back casually, and turned his head to look at the girl beside him.

Feng Qian looked at him, "Okay?"

"Well, all right."

Shi Bai smiled lightly, and stretched out his hand to the girl, "Let me get it."

Feng Qian looked down at the bag in his hand, shook his head, and hugged the bag tightly.

"not good."

The film crew is still there, and the film king personally carries the bag, so she is very incompetent as an assistant.

Hmm... Although, Feng Qian doesn't know why she wants to be a competent assistant?

Shouldn't her goal be to be a good agent?

It feels...it seems to be getting more and more biased.

Feeling stunned, Feng Qian followed Shi Bai into the dressing room.

No one else dared to enter the exclusive dressing room of the movie emperor Shi, and they didn't even dare to approach it, for fear of offending the ancestor.

Shi Bai wanted to change clothes, Feng Qian hugged the bag, went to the side and sat down.

The film emperor Shi did not move. He raised his feet and walked in front of Feng Qian, bowed his head and lowered his head, his voice was a little low: "I need your help, assistant kid."

Feng Qian blinked his eyes, puzzled.

What are you busy with? take clothes?

Without thinking too much, the girl nodded and put down the bag.

"good."

Mr. Film King bent his eyes in a good mood, stepped back slightly, and walked slowly to the dressing room.

Feng Qian followed behind, and stood where he was when he reached the door of the locker room.

She turned her back to the door of the dressing room, thinking, if necessary, she should help with the clothes.

Before the door of the locker room was closed, Feng Qian stood for a while before being grabbed by the wrist and pulled into the locker room.

Feng Qian didn't stand still, was caught off guard and pulled in, staggered a bit, and was finally held up by the opponent before standing still.

Shi Bai raised his hand and closed the locker room door.

The closing line here is very dark, and the space in the locker room is not very large. If two people squeeze in, it will be a little crowded.

Feng Qian was slammed into the corner by the wall.

Shi Yingdi lowered his eyes slightly, the eyes under the military cap were extremely deep.

His eyelids trembled slightly, under the thick eyelashes, there was a dangerous glint in those dark eyes.

The upturned eye tails seem to be rippling with seductive ripples.

When Feng Qian was pushed into the corner, she was still a little dazed.

"Isn't it... a change of clothes?"

Shi Bai lowered his eyes, wrapped the girl's waist with one hand in white gloves, and held the girl's hand with the other hand, and raised it slowly.

He held Feng Qian's hand and put it on his collar.

Feng Qian's fingertips touched the opponent's tie.

In the closed space, the sound of the heartbeat was gradually amplified.

Mr. Movie King lowered his voice, and his intoxicating voice rang out in the small space: "Don't you think Qianqian?"

Feng Qian felt that his fingertips were a little hot.

The little girl faltered: "Think... what do you want?"