Chapter 160 Truth
She paused for a few seconds, put down the water glass, clasped her hands together and begged for mercy, "Boss, I have to work tomorrow, and I have to arrive at the set at 9 a.m."
Liang Jincong smiled, "What a coincidence, so will I tomorrow. I have to go to the company at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
"I, I, I, I am so sleepy. My physical strength is going to be negative."
"So, Practice more." Liang Jincong drank the remaining water in the cup, "Only by practicing more can you understand the truth."
Meng Ying looked down at his 'Truth' and slowly raised it, "I still want to drink water."
Does she know how tempting she looks like this?
The lips are slightly swollen and have a moist sheen.
Like a pink peach, heavy and plump, with a layer of transparent fluff, pink and tender, with sweet juice when you take a bite.
"If you drink so much water now, you won't be able to bear it later. If you can't help it, I won't stop. I will just work harder."
Meng Ying wanted to cover her face.
What did he say?
She hummed in his arms and hugged the man's neck. He had too many moves. After they had only been apart for a few days, Meng Ying felt helpless. Her body became soft and weak. Soft, like ice cream that melts in the hottest time of summer.
She had reasonable doubts that she would have to go to work tomorrow.
Liang Jincong will not let him go all night tonight.
This man's energy is strong to a certain extent. Such a person will be successful in whatever he does. Others will feel sleepy after studying for two hours. As for Liang Jincong, he is still in excellent condition for four hours.
She gritted her teeth, and finally Liang Jincong put her on the futon in the tea room on the first floor. Her fingers were soft and trembling and she fell asleep.
When Meng Ying woke up the next day, she felt the soreness of running ten kilometers. She lay on the bed, buried her face in the soft and comfortable pillow, and enjoyed the dry hands of the person in the morning. Help her beat her waist.
"Liang Jincong." A muffled voice called him.
“Well, any other instructions.”
"Are you really!! Aren't you tired?" Meng Ying sighed.
She felt that seven hours of sleep was not enough.
And it was obviously him who moved the most, not himself.
"I'm tired after just a few times. Hey, when you finish filming this movie, I'll take you to exercise."
He bit the word "exercise" lightly. .
Meng Ying buried her face deeper.
"I owe you the rest of last night, and I'll make up for it after you rest." This was his first time giving a massage, and the technique was very awkward, but it was still effective in relieving the back pain. , her waist was very soft and thin. He liked her waist very much. He said it was a massage. After massaging it for a while, he played with it inappropriately and pinched the softest piece of flesh on her waist. It was itchy and made Meng Ying stare. He glanced at him, but the warning was ineffective.
At 8:30 in the morning, Meng Ying had breakfast here. Liang Jincong didn't ask the servant to come over, so he took out toast from the refrigerator and fried it with butter, and then fried two eggs. Ask the driver to take Meng Ying to the set.
Before leaving, the little woman blushed.
“That.”
Liang Jincong saw her standing in front of the car but not getting in. He took a step forward and lowered his head to kiss her. The kiss was deep and pressed. Her lips, which were congested and swollen last night, had a tingling sensation. Meng Ying frowned for a while. Pushing him away, "I don't mean to kiss."
"Just... can you?" Meng Ying clenched her fists, thinking of what happened last night.
Control your blush.
Finally said, "Can you not ask the servants to come and change the sheets, carpets and blankets on the sofa?"
Liang Jincong raised his eyebrows.
Men understand. Seeing that she was blushing like this and finally finished speaking, he couldn't help but smile, "I know, I'll change and wash myself, and I won't let the servants know that you were in the water last night."
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"The futon, sofa cushions, carpet, and the lace tablecloth covering the restaurant are all wet."
Meng Ying covered his lips.
The fingertips tremble slightly.
"Okay, I'm going to work."
"Okay." Liang Jincong opened his lips lightly and stopped teasing her, knowing that if he continued to speak, her face would be extremely red, and she would feel pressured. She kissed her palm, and a hoarse voice came from her fingertips, "Director Meng, have a good job."
Meng Ying's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Well, you too, have fun at work and don't be too tired."
Liang Jincong, "I am not afraid of being tired."
Meng Ying finally punched him in the chest, gritted her teeth and whispered, "There is no damaged land, only exhausted cows." Then she immediately turned around to get in the car, and her thin waist was suddenly grasped. Liang Jincong did not She was asked to move even slightly, but she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I hope Miss Meng can practice it herself."
In the morning, Meng Ying got familiar with the set. After filming all morning, she spent the afternoon with a few Photographers including Su Qingli and Song Zhiqiu went to Tsim Sha Tsui and Yau Ma Tei for filming. Song Zhiqiu arranged it very well. There were 26 scenes in total, and they were shot normally. The filming could be completed within a week and there would still be some remaining time.
Originally, these were within the scope of Meng Ying's filming. She was originally the deputy director of Group B. However, due to Chen Heyun's sudden suicide, the entire crew's filming fell to Meng Ying. She had prepared the corresponding filming before. The material was shot for two consecutive days, and everything was within control.
On the third day of filming, there was a little incident.
The shooting extended by several hours.
The photographer waits for the light.
Adjusted several angles.
Finally, around 6:30, I took a photo of that ray of light falling deep into the rows of steel jungles. When it comes to movies, some literary and artistic movies will pay great attention to the aesthetics of light and shadow. The photographer It is Chen Heyun's old team, and he and Meng Ying also get along well. In his spare time, chief photographer Lin Yu will also communicate with this young and beautiful female director.
She always lowers her eyes and listens very carefully.
Outside of the set, this female director is always too quiet. She likes to listen, especially when Lin Yu talks about how she came out of the TVB era in Hong Kong in her early years, studied photography with her mentor, and later met her in mainland China. Bole, who has been in the industry for 23 years, has only come to this point.
She liked to listen to his stories, and occasionally her eyebrows trembled slightly as she listened very carefully.
Lin Yu, "Director Meng, come and stand here, I will take a picture for you."
Behind is Victoria Harbor.
While the group was working, they either went back to the hotel, or met each other and walked around to enrich their itinerary. Meng Ying and chief photographer Lin Yu came here after finishing the shooting.
“It’s an honor to have Teacher Lin take pictures of me.”
In his early years, Lin Yu witnessed the most glorious era of Hong Kong movies. He was also very young at that time. When he was young, he was full of enthusiasm. He followed his mentor and met some well-known directors in Hong Kong. He learned a lot and did not have a fixed style. Because he did not have a fixed style, many people did not recognize him. He also felt at the time that he was not as good as him. It would be nice to be the deputy next to my mentor.
He is 48 years old this year and has photographed countless beauties.
Photographed the covers of top domestic men’s and women’s magazines.
After filming, after watching.
But for people like Meng Ying, he has only photographed once, and that is now.
The corners of her white shirt were blowing gently in the evening breeze. One corner of the shirt was casually pinned inside a dark blue denim hip-hugging skirt. The skirt reached her calves and she wore a pair of white sneakers.
Just leaning on the silver metal railing so gently, his arms slightly rested on each other.
The breeze rolled up the long hair, and the strands were like ink lines swimming in the night. The whole person was cold and beautiful.
She was slightly tired after a day's work, her pupils were clear and gentle, she looked at Lin Yu's camera, her eyelashes gently trembled in the wind.