1novels Chapter 15 Dowry
Chapter 15 Dowry
Under Miao Ang's happy fantasy and anticipation eyes, Qiao Bingbing patted his head, "Choose your size, you are still broadcasting live at night."
"Ah!" Miao Ang covered his head reflexively, seeing that she didn't intend to call anymore, he let go, took out his phone and looked through it, and said aggrievedly, "But it's not on my schedule."
"That's because Xiaohua forgot to write it down. She keeps forgetting things. I'll go get her tomorrow..." Qiao Bingbing said as she wanted to take her phone over to have a look.
"Ah, I missed it, and I'm all to blame." Miao Ang put away the phone first, and made an apologetic gesture, "Xiaohua worked hard, don't keep thinking about firing her."
Still so kind, her own artist knows best, Qiao Bingbing can conclude that the evening live broadcast is not written on the schedule, so she introduced, "At 8 o'clock, it will be broadcast for half an hour. This time it is a public welfare live broadcast. All proceeds will be donated to blind children. Will give them free corneal transplants.”
"Okay, okay, I will finish my meal early and start the live broadcast." Miao Ang thought for a while and asked, "Please ask me, can I go live with Wu Ao? As compensation for breach of contract, we can broadcast for an hour .”
Qiao Bingbing felt that she was about to suffer from a migraine, and she didn't have enough food to live together, "One hour? What are you broadcasting?"
"Show him eating spicy crayfish," Miao Ang reckoned that if they answered fans' questions together, Wu Ao would be nervous and embarrassed. Fortunately, a handsome guy is handsome even if he eats spicy crayfish, so he can make a qualified background board, "I Sing on the sidelines and answer barrage questions."
"Success, let me ask you. You two are broadcasting live together. It is estimated that the platform technicians will have to work overtime. The server can't support it. It will take about half an hour to broadcast." Sister Bingbing said after thinking for a while.
Miao Ang understood that she was helping him save trouble, so he accepted the favor and happily ran out to find his "companion" to film a movie.
Wu Ao was already waiting for him in the "study room". He was dressed in rough linen clothes, with a wooden hairpin stuck in his bun, but because of his tall stature, sword eyebrows and star eyes, he still attracted everyone's attention like magic. With so many people at the scene, Miao Ang saw him.Miao Ang was wearing a well-tailored prince's suit full of embroidery, wearing a jade hairpin and a jade pendant, he looked like a pampered aristocrat.
The director of the MV, surnamed Hu, is a relative of Hu Shanliang who has just hit the eight poles. Perhaps because of family genetics, the shooting pursues luxurious picture quality, and strives to be a screensaver for every frame at no cost.Working with him this time is a bridge built by Shan Liang.
Director Hu expressed his attitude when he came up, "You don't have to stick to the script. The key is to integrate into the characters and play as much interaction as possible. If I don't shout, you will continue to act."
The first scene is quite simple. Miao Ang and Wu Ao are practicing brush calligraphy in the study.
For Miao Ang, practicing brush calligraphy was just for show. Director Hu must only pat his upper body, and then find a substitute to write.The ancient writing brush, on the high-grade rice paper, writes doramifa stroke by stroke, and the two melodies appear vividly on the paper.He smiled unconsciously, and took a peek at Wu Ao. Wu Ao's rice paper was also splashed with ink, but he couldn't see the content, and he probably wrote it casually.
He was staring at the pattern on the paper, and suddenly felt the heat blowing from his neck, and there was a chuckle, Wu Ao did not know when he was standing behind him, also looking at his paper.Miao Ang withdrew his gaze, grabbed the paper he had written with his left hand, crumpled it into a ball, lay down in his hand, and never showed it to anyone.
"Rong Chen is offending." Wu Ao said close to his ear, Miao Ang felt his ears were a little itchy, full of anticipation, come and offend me, come quickly, he secretly prayed, Director Hu, Director Hu, how can you be so kind at this time? Don't shout stop.
Wu Ao gently held his right hand and led him to write on the paper. Although their hands were about the same size, Wu Ao's was obviously stronger and stronger, making it impossible to break free. An abstract painting similar to the one just now.
After the painting was formed, Wu Ao took him to hang the brush on the pen stand, and rotated the two paintings 180 degrees. Only then did Miao Ang recognize that there were two hollowed-out characters, "Fu" and "Shou".
"I wish the crown prince good luck and longevity." Wu Ao returned to his original position, bowed his body, and said respectfully.
It’s so amazing, Miao Ang’s mouth grew wide, and he couldn’t think of any polite words to praise for a while, so he took off the jade pendant and handed it out, “Reward you.” In watching TV dramas, the emperor rewarded a bunch of treasures when he was happy, and it is estimated that giving things will always take a lot of money. That's right.
Wu Ao immediately knelt down, "I dare not be a minister."
"You're welcome, it's a bride price." Miao Ang hurriedly bent down to help him up.
"Crap!" Director Hu yelled, "Miao Ang, what are you talking about!?"
Miao Ang muttered in a low voice, I'm not talking nonsense, he will be mine sooner or later.