Her meaningful eyes and smooth blond hair brushed Qin Guan's face, leaving a tiny trace in his heart.
Qin Guan shook his head. He looked back at the tall and mighty Hummer with the confidence of an elite. Everyone outside the camera was lost in their imagination.
"Okay! Stop! "The director looked at the direction of the camera and finally shouted to stop the shooting of this scene.
The first scene of Samantha, the most popular character in "Sex and the City", was finished.
There were only two related scenes left, and they would be finished by tomorrow. This was the efficiency of an American TV series, where one episode per week was filmed.
As Qin Guan was about to leave, he brushed past Kim, who was coming out of the staircase. The woman was still saying the same words as in the TV series. "I like fierce Hummers and domestic Fords..."
In the parking lot, Qin Guan stood there speechlessly with the car keys in his hand. Qu Xuemei was annoyed. "What are you looking at? She is old enough to be your mother, you little pervert!"
"Hurry up and drive! You already have a wife, so why are you still flirting? "
Half an hour later, Qin Guan returned to his apartment, begging for Cong Nianwei's comfort.
"Weizi, I'm really afraid of Qu. She's always bossy and cold. Did I owe her money in my previous life?"
Cong Nianwei was holding a pencil by her ear. There was a thick stack of blueprints on the desk. She was answering her boyfriend's questions while she was working.
"Is Qu Xuemei working for you seriously?"
"Yes."
"Are the work plans and schedules much more reasonable after her arrangements?"
"Yes."
"Has she embezzled your money?"
"No."
Cong Nianwei turned her head and smiled. Her playful hair fell as she turned her head. "That's good. A serious, responsible, and serious manager is always better than a seducer with makeup all day long."
"As for me, I wish all the managers around you were like Sister Qu."
Qin Guan burst into laughter. He pounced on her like a hungry tiger and hugged her waist from behind. "You are jealous, honey. Don't worry. My feelings for you will never change."
'Swoosh'
The graphite of the pencil drew a postmodern freehand mark on the snow-white design paper, dividing the neat semi-finished design into two equal parts.
Cong Nianwei picked up the pencil and Qin Guan lowered his head.
"Wei Zi, it just so happens that it's getting late. I've made a decision for you to sleep …"
"Aiyo! “
"I've been drawing for two hours …"
"Hey … it's time to sleep …"
The next day, he went to the set with a smile on his face.
But after a few minutes, he couldn't smile anymore, because at this time, under the arrangement of the crew, he had a serious expression. He stripped down to a pair of flowery underpants and held a bath towel in his hand, which was kindly given to him by the stage supervisor.
Samantha, who wanted to win Qin Guan's heart, knocked on his door with a flower basket in her hand, hoping to get to know him better.
Meanwhile, Qin Guan was taking a shower.
Director and scriptwriter, could you please stop using such a cliché?
But you don't say, the audience still bought into this kind of plot.
Very good. This was his first TV series in New York. Just like his road to indie films, he still had to devote himself to art.
Qin Guan was about to wrap a white towel around his waist when the director clicked his tongue at him.
"That won't do. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that you were an old farmer. Your towel is wrapped around your chest. You don't look sexy at all."
Then the director reached out and pulled down Qin Guan's pants.
"Ah! Let go! What are you doing?"
The scene was unbearable. Qin Guan's underwear had been pulled down by the director. From behind, it looked like it was supported by the muscles of his buttocks. Otherwise, it would have slipped to the bottom.
"What..."
"What are you talking about? Put a towel around your waist. Don't make it too high. Otherwise, the director will take it off again..."
Qu Xuemei, why did you ask Qin Guan to surround them? Why did you stare at him and give him instructions?
Qin Guan sprayed some warm water on his body, making it look like he was taking a shower.
"Attention, everyone! The passionate scene in the bathroom is about to start! Three, two, camera! "
Qin Guan opened the door and saw Samantha standing outside. Her face was full of love.
"Sorry, I was taking a shower." Qin Guan was a little embarrassed. The camera had his back to him, so the lines of his back, the smooth muscles of his shoulders, and the soft outline of his biceps were all captured clearly.
The lighting assistant stared at Samantha in the camera with envy. How could an actress have such a chance to have an affair with a man?
"I've prepared a gift for you. There's cheese, ham, condoms, handcuffs..."
Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia As Samantha's words became more and more inappropriate, the camera zoomed in on Qin Guan.
The makeup artist had applied a layer of clear oil on his skin, making him look even more voluptuous and sexy under the light. Crystal clear water droplets flowed down his smooth skin … his chin, his Adam's apple, his strong chest muscles, all the way until they were absorbed by the bath towel under his mermaid line.
The water droplets became the object of everyone's envy.
Qin Guan stared at Samantha with an expression that said, "Oh, I see. You are inviting me."
"Handcuffs?" Qin Guan raised his eyebrows, pretending to be innocent. Samantha answered immediately, "From the bar next door."
There was an S&M bar next to the apartment, so there were all kinds of tools available.
Then, Samantha handed him the gift box and the basket. "Please accept it."
Qin Guan put away his polite smile and reminded the ripe peach with a teasing smile, "If I reach for it, the towel will fall..."
"I know." Samantha's answer was frank and frank.
Qin Guan smiled suddenly. He was shy like a big boy, but also like an elite. His different charms were mixed together, making him sexy and conquering like a top man.
PS: Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a traditional festival in China. I wish all the little rabbits reading the book "Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!" (Translated into my mother tongue: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, great luck!)
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