It can only be said that the quality of the main hall scene of this temporary cloth is very good, especially this dragon chair. The dragon chair that has been filmed for many historical dramas can withstand the madness of high cold.

It took Yu Zhi from ecstatic to contented, to agitated, not knowing who he is or where he is. What she didn't know was that it was extremely cold at this time when she was absolutely not fed for an hour and a half.

How long has Uzhi not experienced a man?

After three or four years, she was thirsty and dying of thirst, just like walking in the desert for three or four years, and finally saw that the water was enough for her to drink enough, and what she didn't know was that she would drink it this time.

Uzhi, whose clothes were torn apart, was on the dragon chair and did not know what she was shouting, excited and satisfied to almost madness. At the moment the high cold entered, the man she had experienced before had already Ashes are gone.

People can die than people.

Shop around.

...

"The press conference will start in forty minutes. Reporters are ready to come in." The assistant director checked the time. A group of reporters were drinking tea at the tea bar, with a paper bag at their feet. Two movie brochures, one announcement, and some small gifts.

The value of gifts given to reporters at new film conferences is not very high. They are usually small gifts of about four to five hundred yuan, or tea, pens, or a small bag, and reporters get too much of this gift. Turned over and put it in the bag, the important thing is naturally the carriage fee.

The cost of the new film conference will depend on the financial resources of the film party. This kind of large production team generally has a per capita cost of 1,000, which is known as the parking fee. In the imperial capital, it is called a red envelope. It is a routine with real estate conferences and new product conferences. And the big brand like Yuzhi is 600 more expensive, and the per capita ride fee of 1,600 is high in the industry.

Otherwise, don't play in the media circle if you have no money. How much money do these dozens of reporters get? It does not count the cost of publication.

"Yes, everyone can go up after a 20-minute drink. The cameras are in the reporter area. Once we go up, let's make a quick decision. After the interview, we will eat here in the evening." Yuzhi's agent also said after checking the time. After speaking, she cast a wink at Yuzhi's personal assistant Xiaohong and said in a low voice: "Mr. Gao and the others should have finished the interview. Let me remind you that the press conference is about to be held and I will go back to the dressing room to make up."

Xiaohong nodded quickly and walked to the elevator. After getting out of the elevator, he walked less than ten meters before reaching a red wooden door. Inside was the main hall of the Tang Dynasty that was transformed into the largest conference room upstairs, where the press conference was held.

In order to ensure that there is no interference, this layer is all wrapped up. At this time, the whole layer is very quiet. Just walking to the wooden door, Xiao Hong stopped.

"What sound?" Xiao Hong thought she had heard it wrong, and looked around.

"En Enen, ah ah ah ah." While voice over, though the doors of noise can sound very good but still through out, this sounded familiar and unfamiliar, red look in amazement.

"Oh my god, my god..." the voice came out again, this time she heard it accurately.

Sister Yu? Xiaohong was a little skeptical. She looked around and took two steps back, only to see that it was clearly written on the wooden door: press conference.

That's right, this is the address of our drama press conference? Is it the beginning of the plot scene? Xiaohong walked two steps hesitantly, reaching out and hitting the wooden door. At the press conference, a part of the tidbits will be released to reporters for tasting. Xiaohong's first thought is that the staff may be re-adjusting the sequence of these tidbits.

She put her hand on the wooden door and twisted.

The door is locked.

Why is it locked? Xiao Hong, who felt more and more ghosts in it, pressed her ears tightly to the door, only to hear the endless sound inside, and some popping sounds.

This is not a tidbit. There is no such explicit sound in the tidbits. Xiaohong immediately understood what she was nervous. After looking around again, she quickly ran to the back door. The back door and Uzhi’s independent dressing room were there. It's locked, and Xiaohong, who is Yuzhi's assistant, has the key. She used to walk into the venue with Yuzhi through the back door of the dressing room. So he took out the key and opened the dressing room gently. Xiao Hong, who had guessed what had happened in her heart, was a little bit unbelievable, and the hand that opened the door was trembling.

As soon as I entered the dressing room, there was a non-soundproof door, and the sound became much clearer.

It was Teacher Yuzhi, and Xiaohong softened to the ground in a flash.

"High cold, high cold, high cold... Ah... high cold..." Yuzhi's voice begged for mercy, not satisfaction, but begging for mercy: "I can't do it, I can't do it."

Xiaohong looked at the dressing room and the door of the meeting place tremblingly. She grabbed her head and didn't know what to do. Suddenly her eyes fell on the box and quickly opened the pocket outside the box to see: the condom was left intact. .

What to do... Xiaohong is pacing back and forth in the dressing room. In less than 20 minutes, reporters will come up one after another. How can you explain this scene? It is said that the press conference is not allowed to release the pigeons, the director, the deputy director, dozens of media, the entire team is here. This is the first press conference of this movie!

But interrupt them?

Xiao Hong is only in her early twenties. She encountered this kind of thing for the first time, and she really didn't know if she could interrupt it or how.

Knock on the door reminder? Xiaohong had an idea but was not brave. Her hands shook so much that she approached the door. After hesitating for many times, she didn't know what to do. There was a conversation inside.

"I can't stand it..." Yuzhi's voice begging for mercy became clearer and clearer.

"Don't you like it?" Gao Leng asked.

"like……"

"Then shut up." The high cold voice was majestic: "Put your legs apart."

Xiao Hong rolled her eyes towards the sky, Yu Zhidu was so obedient, one of her assistants interrupted Fengyun inside and was obviously dying.

There was no time to move the rescuers. Xiao Hong checked the time, and the reporters were about to come up in only fifteen minutes, so he quickly lifted his legs and planned to leave. At this moment, Xiao Hong’s cell phone rang like this, she was scared I got to kneel.

the vast horizon is my love……

The sound was loud and loud, echoing in the space of you and me, and it was even more abrupt. The sound of the body inside stopped suddenly. Xiao Hong ran out of the dressing room with her mobile phone. She ran two steps to the elevator entrance and then thought What happened, return to the dressing room again and lock the door.

"Oh, we're going to have a press conference." Lying on the dragon chair, the pink voice of Uzhi was weak. A woman needs physical strength to withstand the continuous strength of high cold. If she hadn't touched a man for many years, she would have been hungry much longer than an average woman, otherwise she would have collapsed earlier.

Although not collapsed, it looks almost the same.

All the clothes had been thrown aside, and the dragon chair was shining wet in the light.

"No way, no, it's going to be a press conference. What time is it now?" Uzhi, who was already fed, woke up at the moment when the coldness stopped.

"You...you let it." Yu Zhi pushed it up coldly, and she begged for mercy: "I'm full, and I'm going to have a press conference. The reporters will be over when they come up to see this scene. "

Uzhi's tone became anxious, and she stretched out her hand and pushed it up again.

"You are full." Upon hearing this, Gao Leng frowned and looked down at Uzhi: "But I'm not full yet, do you want me to let it?"