Chapter 490 Why Do I Feel that Brother Zhan Doesn't Like Me Very Much?

On the second day after the opening ceremony, the official shooting began.

Qin Nuan changed into a light green men's ancient costume, her hair was straightened by a make-up artist, tied into a neat ponytail, and she stood in front of everyone with a dagger in her hand.

Song Zhan was wearing a silver armor, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a stern face, and a masculine look all over his body.

Qin Nuan was lazily sitting on the rest chair, seeing Song Zhan coming out of the dressing room, his eyes lit up, Song Zhan's appearance was so handsome, it made people's blood boil.

Song Zhan walked up to Qin Nuan, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Why are you staring at me?"

Qin Nuan coughed twice, and replied, "No reason."

"Come on, open your mouth." Song Zhan took out a tissue and knelt down in front of Qin Nuan.

Qin Nuan frowned in confusion, "Why?"

Song Zhan took a tissue, wiped Qin Nuan's mouth with his hand, and said with a smile, "I'll wipe your drool for you."

Qin Nuan shyly pushed Song Zhan's hand away after hearing this, and argued, "I'm not drooling!"

"Yeah?"

Song Zhan raised his delicate eyebrows, his tone was provocative and provocative, but his expression was calm and upright, "Sister Nuan, the way you stared at me just now scared me, I thought you were going to eat I..."

As he said that, Song Zhan deliberately bit down on the word "eat me".

Quite scared?

Qin Nuan couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth. She felt that today's Song Zhan had eight big characters written all over his body, "Come at me! Don't feel sorry for me!".

While the two were talking, a strange voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"As expected of General Murong, you can see that he is a tough man."

Hearing this, Song Zhan turned his head to look at the source of the sound, only to see Wen Yihui walking slowly in a white robe with a jade fan in his hand, looking at him with a (false) smile on his face.

Song Zhan stood up, ignoring Wen Yihui.

When he saw this white, skinny, and frail man (cross out)..., he was hurt by his ugly eyes.

Wen Yihui didn't mind at all that Song Zhan didn't pay attention to him, instead he ignored his dark and stinky face, and leaned towards Qin Nuan abruptly.

He tugged at Qin Nuan's sleeve, shook it, and said cautiously, "Sister Nuan Nuan, why do I feel that Brother Zhan doesn't like me very much?"

After all, Wen Yihui shrank his neck, as if he didn't dare to look at Song Zhan.

"You are quite self-aware." Song Zhan sneered, if his eyes could be used as knives, he would have already poked Wen Yihui into a thousand holes at this moment.

Qin Nuan looked at Wen Yihui's pitiful appearance squatting beside her, sighed helplessly, looked up at Song Zhan, smiled and took his hand, "Okay! The kid is here, don't scare him Already!"

kid?

Don't scare people?

Song Zhan was filled with anger from Wen Yihui's anger, but when he saw Qin Nuan's little hand on his wrist, his expression softened inexplicably, and he turned off the fire.

He smiled and rubbed the little girl's soft and boneless fingers, and said warmly: "Okay, I will listen to you."

After all, he deliberately coughed, puffed out his chest, raised his arms slightly, showed his strong figure, and glanced at Wen Yihui.

"After all, not every man is as vigorous as me. For example, some soft and thin children are relatively timid. I can't scare them."

Wen Yihui looked at Qin Nuan and Song Zhan's clasped hands, the fingers holding the fan bone were tightened, the fingertips turned white because of too much force.

Sister Qin Nuan should belong to him alone!

Wen Yihui looked at Qin Nuan with a smile, "Sister Nuan Nuan, I'm going to recite the script first."

After that, he turned around and walked towards his rest tent with a gloomy face.