"Little Tail, what's the matter with you?" In the back seat of the car, Xiao Leng reached out and touched the little witch's forehead, very worried: "Why are you feeling cold all over."

"I have to lie on my stomach." Gao Xiaowei faintly felt that the part of his tail was painful. Although it didn't seem to be unable to hold it and showed the prototype, it was quite painful as if it was broken. Her face was not very good, and Mu Xiaoleng sat down quickly. When she got to the co-pilot, she was lying in the back seat, just like her **** pouting high.

"Go to the hospital." Jian Xiao Shan affirmed when he saw the testimony.

"Don't go." Gao Xiaowei immediately refused. How could her body stand a hospital inspection? It's strange that she didn't catch her as a monster, so she pretended to be relaxed and said: "Nothing else, my aunt has a little dysmenorrhea."

"Oh..." As soon as they heard of dysmenorrhea, Jian Xiaodan and Mu Xiaolen's expressions immediately became more relaxed. Women have experienced dysmenorrhea, and their mouths and nails are all purple and black, and it is There is no panacea to the hospital, but it hurts. Going home and taking some hot water will relieve the pain for an hour or two.

Looking at the little witch's meaning, she won't feel nervous anymore. Her face is pale, her lips are purple and her head is full of cold sweat. Isn't it a symptom of dysmenorrhea? Only the little witch knew in her heart that this was not dysmenorrhea. She lowered her head and her eyes flashed with incomprehensible terror and dismay, and sighed softly.

"Why do my spells disappear so badly? The manhole cover..." The little witch gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly. After using the spell again, the situation of the manhole cover appeared in front of her, and the black mist on the manhole cover gradually began to fade. It is rare, and loopholes have appeared in many places.

"Oops." The little witch hurriedly withdrew the spell, reached out and grabbed a handful of meat, stuffed it in her mouth, swallowed it, and was very worried in her heart: "If they come at night, shouldn't I have to work hard? Don't... call the police? Such a killer. , Is it useful to call the police? How should I tell the police that I know he is a killer?"

With that, she looked at the phone, Gao Leng did not reply to the text message.

...

"You guys, just set the phone to vibrate or mute." A studio assistant came over and reminded me of Beijing Tuning. The use of mobile phones is not allowed during filming. Firstly, filming is not allowed, and secondly, the call will disturb the emotions of actors entering the film.

Gao Leng nodded, took out his mobile phone and passed it to Yang Guanguan beside him without looking at it. The few idle gazes at the scene wandered around Yang Guanguan and then looked at Gao Leng enviously. The posture is that the boss is carrying the secretary.

Naturally, Yang Guanguan didn't read Gao Leng's mobile phone content, she just took it and put it in the small bag she carried with her after it was adjusted to vibrate.

This heavy show slapped on the tip of the tail, and made up a few more positions. After half an hour passed quietly, the filming was over. Let alone, watching a master acting really feels like it's not enough.

"Mr. Gao, you can turn on your phone now." The studio assistant who had reminded Gao Leng and the group that the phone was adjusted to vibrate came over again, still taking a mouthful of Beijing tune, and holding a few bottles of water and handing them to them: "How many of you , Please drink."

Generally, the studio assistant reminds that the next person who turned off the mobile phone is due to professionalism, but I can remind the other party that they can use the mobile phone now. This is a matter of convenience. This "excessive move" is very heartwarming, and I can't help but look at it. The studio assistant glanced at the scene in his 30s. His eyes looked a little lonely, and his clothes were a bit tattered but very neat. There are always some so-called "assistants" to maintain order in a theater. In fact, they are security guards. It's just that most of the security guards are outside the theater. They are allowed to enter inside, so they sealed the title of "assistant". Most of these assistants are not well-educated and the people are not very smart. The year-old man seemed to be very clever, so he asked more: "Your imperial capital? What is your name? What do you do with this crew?"

"Well, I am from the imperial capital, my last name is Qiu, and my name is Qiu Jian. I found my son in the northwest. I used to learn this, so I can make up for it. This time I will follow the crew for a while and help the crew run errands. Pole or something." Qiu Jian said.

"Looking for a son?" Gao Leng's eyes flickered and looked at Qiu Jian again, only to see that he looked very lonely, but he still squeezed out a smile as if he was full of thoughts, and he bowed to himself very politely, and asked. :"Your son……"

"Lost ten years." Qiu Jian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Someone took a picture of a stray child in the Xunzi Post, which looked like my son. I rushed over to find that it was not, but the money was gone and I had to save it. Go home first with some money, then...you are busy first." Not far away, Uzhi was out of the camera and walked towards Gao Leng. Qiu Jian quickly hungered and walked away again.

He is just a small assistant on the set, he knows to advance and retreat to get his salary.

"This man is bitter enough. I thought my son was looking for him, but he didn't expect it to be empty again. When there was something in our theater, he would come to work. When it was all right, he went out to look for it again. I heard that he has searched all over the world. Hey, he is pitiful and he is a fellow company. I always pay him more." The deputy director pointed at Qiu Jian's back and sighed and said, reaching out to Gao Leng: "General Manager Gao, admiration for a long time. "

Recently, Gao Leng is a rising star in the media circle, and he is quite famous. The deputy director laughs like his brother. It is said that the unspoken rules of directors are female stars. In fact, it is not the chief director who has the most potential, but the deputy director, but the deputy director is not the biggest one. The assistant director is not good enough and the kidneys are good. This has become the jargon of the industry. At this step, the director just got out of work, and the few little guys in the distance wanted to come over and begging for personal affection. The deputy director waved his hand impatiently, and the little guys and beauties stopped knowingly.

"Mr. Gao, let's go and have a drink? I heard that you are the second master of the Eastern Gang. Brother, I just have something to ask the Eastern Gang to come forward." The deputy director held Gao Leng's shoulders very enthusiastically.

"Brother, what's the matter, just say it, don't drink, I can't drink to beat you." Gao Leng laughed and hugged the deputy director's shoulders like his brothers, quite a sense of sight.

"That's okay, it's really tricky for me to ask the Dongbang to come forward. Wait a while, I'll go and do some work. The filming of this meeting is just over and it's messed up." The assistant director looked inside the studio and saw it inside. A young man waved at him, quickly took out his business card and handed it to Gao Leng and ran over. He ran back and shouted: "Brother, I will invite you to drink later."

It seems that there is something to ask for.

"Ms. Gao, I really have to take a trip for you." Yuzhi walked over quite proudly. Gao Leng took the initiative to come here by plane, but she suppressed her self-satisfaction and had a few rounds with Gao Leng. This woman probably knows that she can't come hard.

She is too hard to put on airs, and will only suffer from the high cold.

"Mr. Gao, here is the call." Yang Guanguan handed the phone to Gao Leng.