Chapter 1065 Seal
Han Che stood there without moving, just watching the backs of the two leaving, standing there for a long time lost in thought.
After entering the elevator, Su Xiangwan secretly turned to look at the face of the man beside him.
Seemingly aware of it, he looked down at her, his black eyes were as black as ink, and he could not see any emotion.
Su Xiangwan thought secretly, he should not be angry.
But in the end, unable to resist his gaze, Su Xiangwan stood on tiptoe and gently kissed his handsome face, and said slowly, "We're just going along the way, this place is remote, there are only these two hotels."
"I know." He just replied, and led her all the way back to the room.
Because the location was very remote, there were very few people in the hotel, and almost all of them lived in the crew. However, they had just finished work, and Su Xiangwan came back early, so he wasn't afraid of being bumped into.
After returning, both of them took a shower.
In the bathroom, Su Xiangwan looked in the mirror after taking a shower, and a red strangle mark on his waist was particularly obvious.
She reached out and touched it lightly, frowning in pain.
Wia hanged for a day, even if there were some protective measures, it was still unavoidable that he would be strangled.
I want to take some medicine, but if I let him know, I will have to worry again.
Su Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief, changed clothes and went out.
He was sitting on the sofa in a navy blue pajamas set, with some papers on his lap.
Su Xiangwan gently climbed onto the sofa, leaned against him without disturbing him, and read the script himself.
There is a big difference between a movie script and a TV script.
Movies should not only pay attention to plot and logic, but also pay attention to the beauty of each frame and painting, pay attention to the golden ratio, and pay attention to artistic conception.
Therefore, compressing a story with clear logic and complete narrative in just one hundred minutes, while also bringing people some thoughts and morals, is actually a very challenging thing.
In fact, she has memorized the lines of the script by heart, but now as the film is being filmed day by day, she still needs to constantly study the character and temperament of the characters, and needs constant insight to improve her acting skills.
The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of two people flipping papers lightly.
It was approaching eleven o'clock, and Su Xiangwan's eyelids began to sink.
After all, filming martial arts movies is really a very exhausting thing.
The script in her hand slipped from her fingertips and fell on the carpet, and her breathing gradually became even.
Mu Beiting turned his head slightly and looked at the little thing beside him.
The slender eyelashes drooped slightly, as delicate as a doll.
She was in a deep sleep, obviously tired.
He put down the document in his hand, kissed her forehead lightly, and then gently hugged her up.
"Well……"
The big hand passed through her slender waist, and she frowned involuntarily, sideways for a while, got out of her arms, hugged a cushion and turned to lie on the other side of the sofa, her small face was pressed out by the pillow A little bit of soft flesh, with a slightly pouty mouth, and a deep sleep.
Mu Beiting squatted beside the sofa and gently lifted her nightdress.
Looking into the eyes, one can see a circle of red marks on the snow-white slender waist, and there are faint bruises, which is shocking.
He frowned, and lightly touched his cool fingertips.
She groaned in dissatisfaction, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she was unsteady.
Turning around, she searched around the room, found a medicine box in the cabinet, put it softly on the tea table, looked at the instructions, took out one of the bottles and poured it gently on her waist.