Usually, when a husband and wife get along, it is normal for a wife and her husband to be petite.

    In Wen Li's eyes, this script is not new at all, but rather old-fashioned.

    But the program team seemed to know how she and Song Yan usually get along, so they set up such a link to make things difficult for her.

    She even wondered if Song Yan broke the news with the show crew in private.

    The weather in Yancheng was at the turn of spring and summer, and there was occasional drizzle. This kind of weather was not suitable for going out, but Song Yan still went out because there was a dinner party.

    In the Mingshui club far away from the city, several men in the "Shanshui Tianqing" compartment were chatting happily with tea in their hands.

    Several famous directors here have been making movies since their debut in the 1970s and 1980s. Now they have become famous, they have won a lot of foreign and domestic awards, and some have already entered foreign countries, but they still prefer the environment with strong Chinese atmosphere. Holding the red sandalwood in his hand, the cup contains the eight imperial fronts with a slightly astringent taste.

    When Song Yan arrived, several people waved at him at the same time.

    "Yo, is Mr. Yan here? Come and sit down and have a taste of this fresh tea. It was just airlifted from West Lake."

    Song Yan sat down with a gentle and humble smile: "It's too frustrating for me, so the teacher still calls me Ah. Let's go." The

    joking man was Yu Weiguang, who had a glimpse of Song Yan at the school gate. That movie pushed Song Yan to the podium as a newcomer to the movie. For Song Yan, he was a Bole and a mentor.

    Director Guo on the side complimented him: "Old Yu can still call you Yan, and we should call you President Yan honestly. If Bo Shi hadn't invested 200 million in the movie I'm going to shoot in the second half of the year, then I'm really worried about the special effects."

    The people here are all his seniors, they are directors, he is an actor, and he used to call him A Yan to be the intimacy of the elders to the younger ones, and it is also a division of status, but now A Yan has become a capital , the relationship is obviously different from before.

    Song Yan said humbly: "It was all Mr. Bai's decision, and I really can't get the credit for this."

    After going back and forth, enough compliments were said, and the rainbow fart was finished, and finally we talked about movies.

    Director Guo's words were vaguely tentative: "Is there any timetable for Ayan next year? I have a fairy book in my hand, a big IP. If you are interested, I can show it to you?"

    Song Yan asked, "Big IP? It's an adaptation of a novel. "

    Yes, it has been popular on the Internet for more than ten years. The original book has a large reader base and is very popular among male and female readers."

    Another director laughed and debunked: "What are you doing with so many tall people, that is, falling in love? , it is popular to make this now."

    Guo Dao laughed, and continued: "I heard Lao Yu said that you have long stopped accepting the book of emotional dramas, and don't continue to accept those who are bitter and hated, you have so many female fans, Anyway, let's make one to meet their needs."

    "It's not that I don't want to take it." Song Yan tilted his head and smiled gently, "It's just that emotional dramas are really not my specialty, I'm afraid it will ruin this big IP."

    Director Guo still said no Willing to give up: "Isn't your debut film a love scene? Now Lao Yu is still relying on it to earn word of mouth, why can't you make Lao Yu's love scene if you shoot mine?"

    Yu Weiguang laughed and helped round the scene: " That's really my fault. A Yan just made his debut and filmed my sadistic romance, and the ending was written for him, so he has a shadow in his heart."

    "So much stamina?" Director Guo didn't quite believe it, "A Yan Didn't your wife come from an idol drama? She doesn't usually teach you a trick or two?"

    Song Yan smiled: "It would be better if she would teach me."

    Director Guo retreated and asked for the next best thing: "Then , is your wife interested—"

    "If Director Guo likes my wife, just contact her agent directly. If Director Guo is because of me, then there's no need. She is more stubborn, and she doesn't want to be with her in this regard. I'm involved."

    Several directors, including Yu Weiguang, looked at each other in dismay. Wen Li has reached the top in the TV drama circle. Now, few people would refute that she is the queen of ratings. She has a lot of traffic and high commercial value. The person who was looking for her was still looking for her through Song Yan. She solemnly refused after weighing it. Currently, she is only accepting some light comedy movies that are not high-invested or manageable.

    Film and TV do have different requirements for acting skills. Even the most experienced drama actors in the industry sometimes run the risk of overexertion when they go to the screen.

    It seems that I can only find someone else.

    Director Guo sighed, feeling rather regretful: "The girl I recently accepted is still your fan. Originally, she wanted to use this movie to chase a star, but I guess she'll have to make trouble with me again, causing a headache."

    Someone immediately said: " Yo, have a daughter again? This is disobedience to the old man?"

    Director Guo rolled his eyes: "Fuck you, the old man is not serious, it's just a daughter, what are you thinking." The

    others nodded meaningfully, with an ambiguous tone: "Well "Daughter, girl."

    Song Yan just drank tea and listened, and he had been in the circle for a long time. Among them, Xian Sang had already seen it clearly. When they heard that Director Guo's daughter was a little idol who sang and danced, everyone joked that he was fashionable and changed. I like the pure jade girl a few years ago, but now I like the energetic girl again.

    He gradually lost interest in listening, his eyes looked elsewhere, and he accidentally saw a picture hanging on the wall in the inner hall of the box.

    Chinese brush strokes, snow-capped mountains and pines.

    The inscription below is small, and it is a little far away, so it is difficult to see clearly.

    "Do you see it?" Yu Weiguang also likes calligraphy and painting. Seeing him staring at the painting, he took the initiative to say, "Master Xu's works from a few years ago, the auction house is only seventy or eighty, but it is definitely not as good as your home. If the pomegranate picture is put up for auction now, at least the starting price is this number, are you interested in letting Xian?"

    Then he compared a number in his hand.

    Song Yan warmly evaded: "Then you have to ask my wife, I can't be the master of that painting."

    Yu Weiguang sneered softly: "Your wife, your wife, then you should call your wife and I'll tell her, what's the matter if you don't bring someone here."

    Song Yan rarely brings Wen Li to such a private bureau. , This kind of game is a ladder for female artists to climb up, and it is an inescapable shackle. Once you put it on, you don't want to take it off.

    But several directors never made fun of Wen Li. One is that Wen Li herself is very good, and she sits firmly in the first-line position, and the other is that she is married to Song Yan.

    Third, they have not been able to find Wen Li's background so far.

    Smart people know that the most terrifying thing is that they can't find it, which means that the person behind her who really protects her is not leaking.

    The master and the apprentice were whispering, and several other men were shouting loudly for Director Guo to bring the goddaughter over and let her perform a dance in front of her to show off her talents.     Director Guo was so upset that he had no choice but to say,

    " Okay, okay, can I call someone?"    

    Director Guo kept him: "Ayan, you don't watch dancing anymore? My daughter is still a fan of you.

     " The rain has not stopped, the moist smell is accompanied by the cool breeze at the turn of spring and summer, and the green trees on both sides of the road are blown slightly.

     Drinking tea refreshed his mind, but Song Yan's eyelids were sleepy, he leaned his head back and leaned on the seat lazily.

     When I closed my eyes, I seemed to hear the DJ song that was noisy that night. I wondered where she heard this song. This song is not good at all. The refreshing scent of her toiletries.

     Hey Su!

     Her voice automatically played in her ears, Song Yan burst out laughing, and her sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

     ——Because it was a private trip, the show crew would not follow along. When Song Yan got home at night, he happened to meet the director who was throwing garbage downstairs.

    During the filming, the film crew was Anza in their downstairs house, not only to ensure that they would not disturb the couple's relationship, but also to deal with the situation at any time.

    "Mr. Song is back?" The young female editor-director said excitedly, "Mr. Wen has been waiting for you for a long time." The

    editor-director's expression looked a little dangerous, and Song Yan didn't know what medicine she was selling in the gourd, because when she opened the door, she deliberately left the door. I stood outside for a few seconds, worried that a bucket of water or flour would fall down.

    He rarely appears in variety shows, but I have seen other artists being treated like this.

    But no, the TV sounded in the living room, and Wen Li came over: "Are you back?"

    She was wearing a one-piece cartoon pajamas, lying on the sofa watching TV, her hair was tied into a loose ball, which was very Usual home dress.

    But with light makeup on his face, Song Yan subconsciously glanced at the camera in the living room.

    "Hmm." He bent down to change his shoes.

    "I'll help you get your slippers." Wen Li said quickly.

    Then he placed the slippers neatly at his feet, looked at him and smiled: "Wear it."

    Song Yan: "..."

    He picked up the slippers and shook them upside down, and found that there were no needles hidden inside.

    Wen Li was very puzzled by his actions: "What are you doing?"

    Song Yan did not change his face: "Shake the ashes."

    At this time, the entire film crew downstairs smiled hard at the monitor.

    "Those who have never been abnormal, Song teacher is afraid that the wife is hurting him hahahahahahahaha."

    "So what to watch Temporary teacher is never sprinkled with Teacher Song."

    Song Yao wore slippers, one arm is also warm Li La stopped, he froze a little, and asked, "What's wrong?"

    "Huh? It's nothing." Wen Li put on a formulaic business smile, and her eyes were curved, "You've been running around all day today, come and sit down. Come on, let me rub your shoulders."

    He dragged him to the sofa and sat down. Wen Li pinched his shoulders from behind, for fear of pinching lightly or hard, and then bent over and asked softly beside his ear, "Is the strength okay?

    " She smiled and said, "No trouble, I'll just go back to the room to rest for a while."

    Wen Li was dumbfounded as he walked into the bedroom without looking back, and closed the door again.

    Then she glared at the camera in the living room: "He doesn't appreciate it, I can't do it."

    The little green light on the camera turned on, and the director's voice sounded: "Mr. Wen, you're not a spoiled child."

    "I Isn't that called coquettish?" She stood on her hips and argued in front of the camera, "You have to be coquettish for your brother?"

    Director: "Well, you are too subtle and the audience can't see it."

    "..." Wen Li gritted her teeth and said deflated, "Then I won't." The

    director began to give her online guidance, and the older man in his 40s squeezed his throat to imitate the little girl.

    Wen Li wrinkled her nose and said in disgust, "If you want to do this, Song Yan didn't want to die. I'll be killed by myself first."

    Her comment made the house downstairs almost shake with laughter.

    At the critical moment, the director still has a way: "Mr. Wen, do you want me to not show you the videos of other female guests? Can Mr. Zheng's? Can you refer to it?"

    Wen Li remembered it as soon as she heard it.

    Yes, she can't lose.

    But she was still a little worried: "If he doesn't appreciate it again, wouldn't I be embarrassed?"

    "You can tell Mr. Song that the camera has been turned off. Maybe Mr. Song can't respond to you in front of the camera?"

    It may be pretending to be reserved Not sure.

    The small green light went off, Wen Li found the fruit at home, washed it, cut it into pieces and placed it on a plate, and then opened the bedroom door with the fruit plate.

    She didn't say anything, pretended to go to the camera, and pretended to "turn off" it.

    Song Yan, who was lying on the bed, looked at her like that, and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Why did you turn off the camera?"

    Wen Li casually said, "I can't keep it on all day long, now it's too late, so just turn it off. ."

    She sat by the bed with the fruit plate, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to eat fruit?"

    Song Yan stared at her for ten seconds, then stretched out his hand: "Thank you."

    Wen Li took the plate and ducked back: "Hey , I'll feed you."

    "..."

    "Would you like to eat an apple first? Ah—"

    When Song Yan opened his mouth, his inquiring eyes never left her face, he chewed very gently, the tip of his tongue in his mouth Sip apple's sweet juice.

    "Okay, now it's your turn to feed me." Wen Li opened her mouth, "Ah—"

    Song Yan had a deep expression. Seeing that she was like a zoologist observing apes, she obediently fed her a mouthful of fruit.

    "Well, it's really sweet." Wen Li enjoyed it with a pretentious expression, and sighed, "The apples my brother feeds are, yes, sweet."

    Camera: "..."

    The camera team downstairs: "Hahahahahahahahahahaha Hahahaha."

    Song Yan was slightly stunned, pursed his lips, his beautiful eyebrows twitched, and asked in a low voice, "What did you just call me     ?

    "

Why isn't this man responding at all?

    She tilted her head and blinked: "Do you prefer me to be called your husband?"

    Song Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, his eyelids drooped, his eyelashes trembled like butterflies, and when he looked up at her again, his eyes were covered with clouds and mountains and mist, mixed with clouds and mountains. Unexplainable and inexplicable emotions.

    He hummed, with a slightly nasal voice: "Then you call again."

    Wen Li asked: "What's your name? Brother? Husband?" The

    man's voice was a little hoarse like a cold: "As you like."

    "Brother, husband." Wen Li thought that she would not be stubborn anyway. , satisfied him, and hugged his arm and said, "I still want to eat a grape."

    It's all people, it's always coquettish.

    Vomit -

    I don't know if the fans who call her "Brother Sanli" after the first episode of the show will dislike her mother and drop her fans.

    Just when Wen Li thought that my character was going to collapse again, the man in front of her grabbed her arms and pulled her onto the bed, and the fruit bowl slammed into the ground.

    Song Yan rolled over, resting his arms above her, looked down at her from top to bottom, tugged at the bunny ears on her one-piece pajama cap, and asked in an almost air voice, "Little whine, turn off the camera. What do you want to do?"

    At first, she thought she was cooperating with the show team to do some tricks.

    Later, I realized that she may have been assigned by the show team to act like a spoiled child. It's not that the show team has no female staff, and they don't even know how to teach her.

    The performance marks are too heavy, and the lines are blunt.

    If this is in class, Teacher Song will definitely give her a failure.

    The round ball head with the rabbit pajamas, this look is too rare, the eyes are bright, rusty and clumsy, but it is really cute.

    But the camera is off.

    That's not recording a show.

    The man looked very angry, his face was sullen, his eyebrows were wrinkled tightly, and his ears were red with anger.

    Wen Li's brain was short-circuited, and she didn't understand why it became like this for a while, and she didn't know where she made Song Yan angry. Others were coquettish in exchange for tenderness and sweetness. She didn't expect him to cooperate, at least she agreed. Voice, don't be scary with a straight face.

    She swallowed and said blankly, "Well, people want to eat grapes."

    The man who was on top of her smiled frivolously, glared at her with the end of his eyes, his tone was light, he stretched out his hand to squeeze her face, and sneered somewhat suppressedly.

    "I think you're unreasonable." It is

    said that people have two faces under the bed, and Song Yan sometimes does the same thing.

    Poor Teacher Song didn't know that his rude words were released by the public, and Teacher Wen had already blushed for him.

    The camera crew's reaction at this time was divided into two groups. A group of young girls hugged each other excitedly, with a look of "kill me quickly to help these two guys have fun." She was shy and wanted to continue watching but was afraid of being scolded by the girl for being lewd.

    "Cut out the trailer for me tomorrow, and you must remember to mute the last two words of Song Yan's sentence!" The

    director's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have seen the announcement of the big-character posters in this year's radio and television annual report to crush the 52 TV stations nationwide. High ratings and a bright future for him to take the stage to accept the award.

    The author has something to say:

    the theme of our play is social death! Don't even try to run away! The natural fishing department is against the black belly and the old man. I didn't expect it, Mr. Song. Mr.

    Song: (sighs) The enemy is too fierce and can't resist