011 “AV Shooting Guide” Chapter 10

10: Cretan beauty

The meeting lasted for about two hours, and it was already past nine o’clock in the evening when the meeting ended.

Qiao Qiao felt like he was listening to the Bible the whole time. The director was a veteran director of WAWA. He jumped up with professional terms one after another, and even danced and gestured when he got excited.In addition, it was the first time for Qiao Qiao to film such a dramatic drama starring himself, so he did not dare to slack off at all. He took a pen and jotted it down beside him, writing in Chinese and English, for fear that he would drag down the whole crew.

While she was immersed in memorizing, she glanced sideways at Zhou Yuanchuan next to her. As a result, she was so depressed by his leisurely attitude that she almost vomited blood. Zhou Yuanchuan wasn’t even listening at all!He kept staring at a small piece of paper in front of him in a daze. Due to the angle, Qiao Qiao couldn’t see what was written on the small piece of paper, but it made her very curious.

Anyway, when Qiao Qiao finally got on the elevator and was about to leave WAWA, the last bus was already behind him.

“Qiao Qiao, I guessed you were here.” Qiao Qiao looked up and the elevator door opened. It was the tall Qin Ruicheng standing outside the door against the light.

“Eh? Qin Qin, why are you here so late?” Qiao Qiao was quite surprised.

“Let’s not talk about it for now. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Come here.” Qin Ruicheng pressed the elevator door that was about to close and pulled Qiao Qiao out.

“Eh?” Qiao Qiao was of course easily dragged out of the elevator by Qin Ruicheng. The elevator door slowly closed behind the two of them, and they went up again with a ‘ding’ sound.

“What’s wrong? Are you in a hurry with me? You seem to be in a hurry…” The two of them walked forward Qiao Qiao while muttering in a low voice. Finally, she looked at Qin Ruicheng’s increasingly gloomy face and finally fell silent.

“You are married to Song Qiyan.” Qin Ruicheng said firmly.

Qiao Qiao was scared to death.

“No, no! The conscience of heaven and earth!” Qiao Qiao shook his head and waved his hands, “Where are you thinking? How could I marry Song Qiyan! We are just superiors and subordinates!”

“Then Song Qiyan suddenly assigned that drama to you!” Qin Ruicheng’s face said, “Don’t try to lie to me, I understand.” “Do you know how much commotion this drama caused among WAWA’s first-line artists when the cast was changed? I heard that I have worked with you. Today, at least five groups of people came to me to gossip about who you are!”

“Eh… I, I don’t know either…” Qiao Qiao lowered his head guiltily.

“…” Qin Ruicheng stopped. He squinted his eyes and leaned down to stare at Qiao Qiao’s face. Qiao Qiao tried his best to meet Qin Ruicheng’s gaze. Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly reached out to hold Qiao Qiao’s face and kissed him.

Qiao Qiao’s eyes widened, and he felt as if his teeth were being pried open instantly, and then the other person’s tongue quickly inserted into his mouth and wandered around.

It was as if someone had suddenly taken off all his clothes and touched him all over.

Qin Ruicheng straightened up. Not only did he speak decisively this time, but he also had an expression on his face that said, “You really slept with Song Qiyan.”

Qiao Qiao’s face suddenly turned red.

“The reaction when we kissed is obviously different from the last time. I checked your film schedule and it was me who kissed you last time, but now your reaction is different from what I trained you to do.”

“Despicable!” Qiao Qiao reacted and accused angrily.

“It’s despicable to go to bed with that big-tailed wolf Song Qiyan behind my back.” Qin Ruicheng hit Qiao Qiao on the back of the head moderately.

“…I’m not the only one who slept with him,” Qiao Qiao muttered, covering the back of his head.

“You are the only one who has created such a big battle. I thought you were going to be promoted to my boss’s wife soon.” Qin Ruicheng suddenly raised an evil smile on his lips, “I will be your lover then, and you can hide me in the closet when Song Qiyan comes home.”

“Get out of here.” Qiao Qiao rolled his eyes.

“I don’t care, if you sleep with him, you have to sleep with me again.” Qin Ruicheng stopped his smile and suddenly said seriously.

“Ah? How does this make sense?”

“Then why did you sleep with him?” Qin Ruicheng said angrily, “Do you think he is more handsome than me? He has a better figure than me? Or do you like this type of man who makes a fuss in silence -”

Qiao Qiao sighed: “Because I like him.”

…

Qin Ruicheng stopped talking.

Qiao Qiao secretly looked up at him, and found that the smile that always hung on his face was gone. He just pursed his lips and walked forward intently. The bright white light in the corridor hit his face, perfectly outlining his deeply contoured facial features.

Only then did Qiao Qiao understand why so many female artists were vying to be paired with Qin Ruicheng.

“Where are we going?” Qiao Qiao endured it for a while, but finally opened his mouth to break the low-pressure silence.

“My lounge.” Qin Ruicheng still strode forward with a cold tone, “Get the car keys and I’ll take you home.”

Qiao Qiao didn’t dare to speak.

Each WAWA resident has his or her own lounge, which is located on the 10th to 15th floors. The male artists are basically on the 10th floor. These five floors are usually not open to the public, and the privacy protection is quite good. It is said that the lounge owned by each resident is almost equivalent to a private suite in a large luxury hotel. All decorations are according to the taste and aesthetics of each homeowner, and are as luxurious as possible.

Qiao Qiao had just been busy chatting with Qin Ruicheng and didn’t have time to look around. Only then did he realize that even the corridor on the 10th floor was very different from the other floors. The decoration was much simpler and brighter. There were small red copper cloisonné wall lamps on the four walls, which were low-key and exquisite.

After walking about ten meters, Qin Ruicheng stood in front of a door. He was about to reach out and push the door open, but unexpectedly the door opened by itself.

A man rested his elbows on the door frame. He lowered his head slightly and said to Qin Ruicheng with a smile: “I can’t find the cigarettes. I want to come to your place to get a pack.”

Qiao Qiao opened his eyes wide.

She suddenly felt as if something was carrying the overwhelming water vapor and passing through her chest, and her heart seemed to jump out of her chest the moment she saw this man.

“Ask Cheng Xiu to buy them for you. All my cigarettes are in the car.” Qin Ruicheng raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I drank some wine and forgot where I sent him…” The man sighed slightly. He walked two steps unsteadily holding the door frame. He turned to one side and saw Qiao Qiao hiding behind Qin Ruicheng. He stared at Qiao Qiao for a while, and suddenly reached out to pinch Qiao Qiao’s face.

At close range, Qiao Qiao was almost shocked by the man’s face and couldn’t breathe.

He’s very, very good-looking.It’s so good that you can’t think of any adjectives to describe this kind of beauty. It’s so good that you even begin to doubt that you were born in this world just to see him for this second.From the tip of the nose to the thin lips, from the forehead to the jawline, the white, almost transparent skin was stained with a slight red due to alcohol. The eyelashes were thick and long, but the eyes were like ice floes on the blue sea, glowing with a faint clear water.

The lights in the corridor had dimmed a lot at this time, and the light and shadow changed silently on his face. The thrilling outline, eyebrows and corners of his eyes were so beautiful that they were inhumane and almost despairing.

“Okay, okay, I’ll take you back first. I’ll find a way to contact Cheng Xiu later.” Qin Ruicheng pushed the man’s hand away. He motioned to Qiao Qiao to wait for a while, and then helped the man walk in the other direction.

Qiao Qiao stood there blankly, and then slowly blinked his eyes as if he had regained consciousness.

She stretched out her hand to touch the half of her face that was pinched by the man, but found wet water dripping down her chin. She thought about it for a while, and then realized that she was crying.

In the Greek story, the young and carefree Cretan boy stood on the top of a green mountain and looked at the blue Mediterranean in the distance. There were osmanthus leaves under his feet and his head was covered with golden branches. White birds would fly and stop for his beauty, and roses would hang their dim and monotonous heads.He bent his bow and set an arrow, and the bright silver light shot out and pierced the corners of the gold-threaded robe of the god hiding above the clouds.

“Jian Baiyou.” Qiao Qiao whispered.

She knew who he was, from the first moment she saw him.

I am satisfied, please stop the time.

Faust in the fifteenth century raised his skinny hands and shouted hoarse words facing the vast fields. His eyes were shining with the fire of contentment. They were eyes of insight that even glory, power and lust could not ignite.

“I’m satisfied too.” Qiao Qiao slowly squatted down and whispered to himself, then solemnly nestled his face on his knees and closed his eyes.