"Hua Yinghou and Rong Yingdi should familiarize themselves with the script first. Let's shoot Miss Yan's first."

After photographer Hu finished speaking, the assistant on the side handed the two scripts to Hua Shiying and Rong Cheng respectively. The two opened the small script and looked serious and focused.

Yan Zhixu carried her skirt to the filming location, the spotlight was aimed at her, and the staff handed over a Barklow rose.

The rose is not a bright red, but a bit dark and gloomy.

She took the rose whose thorns had been trimmed, leaving only leaves and flowers, and naturally held it in her mouth.

With slightly curly hair, **** and sultry.

The red lips and roses set off each other, which is absolutely gorgeous. Her standing posture is slightly separated, naturally revealing her slender and straight legs.

"..."

Chu Ran covered her heart, not daring to make a sound to disturb the person who was filming.

Rong Cheng thought of Yan Zhixu and Fu Shimo, his expression changed slightly, he put down the script in his hand, took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat.

[I’m in the MISS group studio, and it’s rare to come to the sea market. Are you not going to come out to visit the class and gather with me? Now is the noon break, and it does not affect your work. 】

Wechat sent a stone to the sea and did not get any response.

Rong Cheng was not annoyed, and with a chuckle, he tapped on the screen with his back hand, and added, "By the way, Yan Zhixu is also there. 】

The person on the other side still didn't reply, he turned off the phone and put it back in his pocket, picked up the script in his hand and studied it seriously.

After more than ten minutes, Yan Zhixu's promotional video was filmed, the staff on the scene quickly arranged the scene, and Rong Cheng and Hua Shiying walked forward.

Soft pure music is playing in the elegantly decorated cafe, the sun is shining outside, and a pot of white spider plants is placed by the window.

Hua Shiying sat in the seat with a book on the table, gently closed her eyes and enjoyed the rare leisure time.

A gust of wind rang, and a casually dressed man pushed the door and walked into the cafe.

His appearance is outstanding, and his temperament has attracted countless attention as soon as he arrives.

Carrying a huge piano case, he seemed to smell something when he walked past the place where Hua Shiying was sitting, and his footsteps paused slightly.

With a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, he stepped forward and tapped the table lightly, "Excuse me, may I sit here?"

The man's voice was gentle and mellow, easily setting off a small ripple on the calm lake.

The person who closed his eyes opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and bright, the appreciation in his eyes flashed away, and he nodded politely, "You are free."

Rong Cheng sat opposite Hua Shiying, and the attendant quickly came over and gave him the list.

He ordered an iced coffee, put down the piano case, opened the first layer of the piano case, and took out a stack of paper and a pen from the inside.

With a pen in his hand, he wrote one note after another on the paper.

I saw at the top of the paper, the music was named "Meet you, meet the heart."

The handwriting is clean and fresh, just like his appearance, which is not vulgar.

They didn't have any more conversations, sitting face to face but doing various things, but the breaths were too compatible, and naturally there was a bit of green ambiguity.

The staff present did not dare to take a breath, for fear of destroying the beautiful atmosphere.

"..."

Yan Zhixu looked at the two being filmed, raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a flash of clarity in the bottom of his eyes.

She stood up gently, walked lightly, pushed open the door of the studio and walked out.

The dress on her body has not been changed, and she has received countless attention along the way.

Yan Zhixu stopped, asked the staff and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

At the same time, a man walked into the building after being questioned by the front desk.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he swept to the woman in the corridor, and there was no excess fat on the exposed back, and the skin was fair and scorchingly beautiful.

Without much hesitation, he turned decisively towards the corridor.