inspire-indiana Chapter 40 What should a man like?
Chapter 40 What should a man like?
Upon hearing this, all the players' expressions changed. Zheng Lu was about to speak when Yang Hua, who was standing next to him, pulled her back and shook his head, signaling her not to speak.
Jiang Lin and Ji Xingyi exchanged a glance, while Chen Jiangqiao frowned and chose to observe the situation quietly.
"Xiao Xiao!" Wu Hu called out impatiently to the person behind him, seeing Zhao Ruoxi's disbelief.
A young man immediately squeezed out from the crowd: "Director, I'm here!"
Director Wu pointed at Zhao Ruoxi: "You should talk to her properly and ask her if there is such a person as Qiao Xiaomai!"
"Hello, Sister Ruoxi, I'm Xiao Sheng, in charge of coordination," Xiao Sheng said respectfully, bowing slightly. "There is indeed no staff member in the crew named Qiao Xiaomai."
Zhao Ruoxi was so angry that tears were about to fall: "She's the makeup artist on set! You all conspired to lie to me!"
Xiao Sheng became nervous because of Zhao Ruoxi, and shook his head repeatedly: "There really isn't such a person among the makeup artists in the crew, and because of the suspension bridge accident, none of the makeup artists came."
"The camera! Yu Xiang, didn't you film it all?" Zhao Ruoxi caught sight of the camera on the ground out of the corner of her eye and shouted excitedly.
Yu Xiang was stunned. Only after Zhao Ruoxi reminded him did he remember that there was such a prop. He quickly checked the records in the memory: "Look...? Where did it all go? No! Wait a minute! What happened?"
The footage of Zhao Ruoxi leaving the restaurant hadn't even been saved! Yu Xiang frantically flipped through all the previous videos, his face growing paler with each pass, until he was completely speechless.
Qiao Xiaomai is just a makeup artist, and I don't know if it's a coincidence, but she wasn't filmed at all during the previous recordings!
Chen Jiangqiao took out his phone, opened a photo, and asked, "Ms. Zhao, is this what you mean by blue roses?"
These are blue rose props prepared by the film crew.
Zhao Ruoxi shook her head: "Yours is plastic, but I saw the real thing! It's in the greenhouse! They're all blue roses!"
Upon hearing this, all the crew members looked at Zhao Ruoxi as if she were a lunatic.
Yu Xiang wanted to defend Zhao Ruoxi, but Wang Liang stopped him.
Mo Xizheng took off his coat and draped it over the girl to comfort her: "Ruoxi, calm down. We all just came back from the greenhouse. There were no blue roses, and no blood on the ground. None of those terrible things happened. You are safe here."
"I think we should postpone the recording today. Everyone seems a bit tired," Song He said to Wu Hu, noticing that Zhao Ruoxi wasn't in a good mood.
"Alright, we'll meet at 8 a.m. tomorrow to start work! Everyone get some rest!" Director Wu waved his hand, clearly exhausted by Zhao Ruoxi's antics, and finally added, "Yang Hua, go back to your room and give Ruoxi a thorough check-up! Don't let her miss tomorrow's recording!"
Wang Liang shook his head and sighed: "Those evil capitalists..."
After Director Wu, Song He, and the others left one after another, Jiang Lin borrowed Yu Xiang's camera to quickly flip through the footage.
"I'm not lying!" Yu Xiang explained urgently.
Jiang Lin: "I know you're telling the truth, Qiao Xiaomai should be dead. But we still need to follow the plot, so let's just pretend she doesn't exist. Continue filming tomorrow. Don't let the NPCs think you're an oddball; that will be safer."
Jiang Lin's gaze was calm yet powerful. Yu Xiang gradually calmed down, wiped his sweat, and said bitterly, "I understand, thank you."
"What are we going to do tonight?" Ruan Qing began to panic.
As long as people die, people will continue to die!
With Yi Jing gone, Ruan Qing trembled with panic, clinging tightly to Ding Xuehui's arm.
Disgust flashed in Ding Xuehui's eyes, but her body language did not show any direct rejection.
Chen Jiangqiao mocked, "You're just like my hamster; you look like you're about to die just from being scared a little."
Seeing this, Jiang Lin stepped forward and whispered to comfort the two, "His words were harsh, but some of his points are true. In movies, supporting characters die first, but he was in much more danger than you."
"By the way, Xuehui, you and Zhao Ruoxi will share a room. Ask her in detail about what happened just now and see if there's anything you missed."
Ding Xuehui nodded, wanting to say a few more words to Jiang Lin, but then she saw Ji Xingyi not far behind Jiang Lin.
The man's tall, imposing figure and disdainful gaze instantly reminded Ding Xuehui of the suffocating feeling of being choked.
A hint of resentment flashed in Ding Xuehui's eyes, and finally, with a dry throat, Jiang Lin uttered a few words: "You be careful too."
Chen Jiangqiao casually walked up to Ji Xingyi and teased, "Are you sure you want to bring these two burdens along?"
Seeing that Ji Xingyi did not answer, Chen Jiangqiao took out a cigarette: "Want a smoke?"
Ji Xing glanced at Chen Jiangqiao, who was approaching, then turned his gaze back to Jiang Lin. The answer was self-evident.
However, this did not dispel Chen Jiangqiao's idea.
Chen Jiangqiao was a head shorter than Ji Xingyi, so he had to tilt his head slightly to talk to him at close range. But even from this angle, Chen Jiangqiao couldn't find any flaws on the man's face.
A dark glint flashed in Chen Jiangqiao's eyes as he raised a cigarette and offered it to Ji Xingyi's lips: "What? Afraid I'll poison you?"
Ji Xingyi lowered his eyes, his gaze passing over the slender fingers holding the cigarette before landing on Chen Jiangqiao's face. He looked directly into the other's probing eyes and parted his thin lips slightly: "Get lost."
Chen Jiangqiao paused for a moment, a large smile curving his lips. He didn't take back the cigarette he had offered, but instead stuffed it into Ji Xingyi's suit trouser pocket.
Chen Jiangqiao slowly inserted the cigarette into the burner with his slender index finger, a simple action that carried a different meaning: "You can try it, maybe... you'll like it."
Ji Xingyi frowned, and at the same time heard Jiang Lin's clear, spring-like voice.
"What do you like?" Jiang Lin smiled at the two of them, leaving only the three of them in the large restaurant.
"I like what men should like." Chen Jiangqiao said, his hands in his pockets, a hint of provocation in his eyes.
Jiang Lin looked at Ji Xingyi, his eyes like dark vortexes: "What should a man like? Women?"
"Little brother, your vision is still too short-sighted!" Chen Jiangqiao chuckled as he left.
Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and walked towards Ji Xingyi: "Looks like you two are having a good chat?"
"You filthy thing." Ji Xingyi showed a disgusted expression, and naturally took Jiang Lin's hand: "Let's go back."
Exhausted, Mo Xizheng returned to his room and instinctively locked the door. Looking at the two beds in the room, he finally remembered Liang Yuan, and his eyes glazed over.
After hesitating for a while, she turned around and opened the door, but was startled by the man who suddenly appeared at the door.
"You look like a ghost!" Mo Xizheng couldn't help but complain.
So much happened that day that everyone washed up early and prepared for sleep.
Mo Xizheng stared at the dark ceiling with her eyes open. She was exhausted, but her mind was unusually clear. Her gaze couldn't help but drift to the other bed.
Meeting again after 4 years was too sudden.
Mo Xizheng had often fantasized about their reunion, feeling he should appear even more indifferent and disdainful than the other person. As it turned out, this newly crowned Best Actor performed exceptionally well.
There was no loss of composure or outrageous behavior; they simply treated each other as acquaintances or colleagues.
But at midnight, hidden in the darkness, in a deserted place.
The emotions suppressed all day were like an awakening volcano, constantly spewing out thick smoke, foreshadowing the eruption of scorching magma.
"Sizzle—"
Just then, a strange sound came from outside the door, like the sound of metal rubbing against the cold tiles.