Main Text Volume 716 Green Hat Big Oolong

You can't make mistakes in every subtle expression, and you must always pay attention to your demeanor when you don't have your own camera, because no less than eight cameras from multiple angles are aiming at the scene in the scene from different positions in all directions. everyone.

Maybe as a behind-the-scenes director, if you are happy, you will use a clip that you shot without your knowledge on a whim during post-editing.

This also made director Tim Hunton unreasonably strict with everyone during filming.

Therefore, filming this scene of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory actually made these experienced old actors tense all the way, and they didn't even have a chance to be lazy.

It was even more tiring than filming a fierce fighting scene.

After all, the intensity of mental work is much greater than physical work in some respects.

Didn't look at the actors in the field, did any of them just sit on the ground of the scene without any scruples about their image? Even Qin Guan, who performed the most effortlessly, went over to join in the fun.

"Hey, everyone, don't sit here."

"Look how close we are to this artificial chocolate river, it's too dangerous."

"This is a masterpiece of chemical products that can only be entered after the smell has dissipated. If you stay here for a long time, you will lose your mind!"

A few child actors were thrown out of the huge set by Qin Guan, and those aged actors also hurriedly left the scene with the support of the strong supporting actors.

Fortunately, the next location was changed to the big scene next door, far away from the location where chemical gas is released at any time. This is filming at the risk of life.

After finishing the mental work, Qin Guan, who still needs to do physical work, threw these children of various shapes onto the chairs in the lounge, and walked over to his special resting space without any image.

It was a long sofa dragged from somewhere by the staff. It was probably new and very soft. When Qin Guan didn't have his own camera, he would go there and nest there for a while to relax his nervous mind. .

Usually, Qu Xuemei would wait by the side, and when her artist came over, she would hand her a glass of refreshing iced drink to relieve the exhaustion from filming.

Today was no different from usual, there was still the same cup of iced coffee on the small glass coffee table, and at this time the woman in the suit was rummaging through the huge file cabinet next to the sofa.

Qin Guan reclined on the sofa, took two sips of iced coffee 'Gudong Gudong'.

When the icy texture slid down his throat to his stomach, Qin Guan felt that he was alive at this moment.

The burning throat that had already spoken the lines was extinguished by the ice water in an instant, and a feeling of comfort flooded Qin Guan's whole body.

He shuddered, and straightly adjusted his body to the most coquettish posture that was crooked. He propped his head up with one arm, patted the open space of the sofa in front of his chest, and shouted out of shape: "Little Quzi, you've worked hard. You did a good job today. Don't be so busy. I'll show you a place for you. Come and sit, I'm sure!"

After Qin Guan finished his self-conscious and humorous remarks, he would have the leisure time to pay attention to the things around him.

Um? etc?

How could there be a pink lip mark on the coffee cup of the iced coffee I just poured down?

Qin Guan touched his lips subconsciously. His character was as pale as a zombie, and even half of the color could not appear on his face.

And that suspicious lipstick mark?

Thinking of Qin Guan here, he tilted his head and looked in the direction of 'Xiaoquzi'.

And the long golden hair that leaked out when the other party looked up, was worn with Qu Xuemei's gray suit, but it set off her creamy white skin.

From any point of view, this is not Qin Guan's most familiar little song, Qu Xuemei, but the producer of this film, Jennifer Aniston, one of Qin Guan's parents.

At this moment, she was covering her mouth, looking at the Asian man on the sofa in the most coquettish style in the world, and let out a cheerful laugh for the first time in so many days.

"Hahaha, hello, Qin Guan, I think you've got the wrong person."

Qin Guan, who was extremely embarrassed, even forgot to change his posture, and asked with one hand on his head and the other on his crotch, "Ahem, cough, where's Qu Xuemei?"

"Oh, she has something to do at the company. Let me tell you that she's going back first. If there's anything I can ask your accompanying assistant."

"Hehehe, I'm sorry, I seem to have identified the wrong person, so what, me, drink."

"Why don't you come over and sit down?"

Qin Guan, who was making frequent tricks, became more and more embarrassed under the smile of the mature woman opposite, and immediately wanted to prop up the posture like a reclining Buddha, and let the other party sit on the sofa.

Life is always full of all kinds of accidents. After two people who are not familiar with each other because of a harmless little embarrassment, the good atmosphere that they get acquainted with quickly can be broken by all kinds of malicious slander in an instant.

When Qin Guan and Aniston chatted modestly about the ownership of the seats, the half-open door of this simple rest room was pushed open.

A tall and handsome blond man walked in with a whole body of anger.

"Jennifer, do you know that I've been really busy recently? You have to make everything public to make you happy?"

The man's voice was very low, but it was difficult to conceal the anger that was covering his body at this moment.

That's right, the person who came was Jennifer Aniston's husband, Brad Pitt, and when he entered the lounge and closed the door, he discovered this weird scene.

Qin Guan was half lying on the sofa, while his current wife, with a rare smile, looked at the coquettish man lying on the sofa like water.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became weird because of him, an uninvited guest who broke in suddenly.

But in the blink of an eye, this shameless blond man stretched out his finger and beat him up!

"Okay! Aniston! What's the situation now? You insist on accusing me of cheating in marriage!"

"I said you are spitting blood. You are talking and laughing with other men here, but you are holding on to Julie and me!"

"Can your unfounded speculation be as real as my cheating?"

Hearing Brad Pitt's indiscriminate accusations, Jennifer, who had just smiled, instantly had red eye circles. (To be continued.)

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