Quick Walkthrough Strategy: Bing Jiao BOSS Begs To Let Go

In the afternoon, the shooting officially began.

The girl sat by the window, opening the letter gently.

"To my dear you:

See the letter like face.

I suffered from insomnia again last night, and the recent weather is gloomy, which makes people feel a little gloomy...

I miss you very much. I heard that you recently opened a flower shop. Can you send me your favorite flower?

Love you, Mr. Z"

The girl finished reading the letter intently, with a blush on her face.

She unscrewed the ink**, picked up the delicate quill pen on the table, leaned over and dropped a line of writing on the paper.

"Stop," Qi Yi said suddenly, "Wen Xiao, you have to straighten up, don't do your homework like a kid... This character is the epitome of French romanticism, and you have to be elegant."

Wen Xiao bit her lip embarrassedly, straightened up and assumed a pose that he thought was very elegant.

"It's not like this..." Qi Yi was amused by the posture of her junior high school student taking notes in class. He walked to Wen Xiao, straightened her shoulders, and helped her position her arms. "You imagine the French aristocracy. Look, feel like ballet, straighten your neck... that's right."

Wen Xiao smiled at him gratefully.

Qi Zhan stood aside and watched, his lips pursed lightly, his expression dull and unclear.

Wen Xiao finally finished the letter with a quill pen, and went to another room to watch Qi Yi film the same story.

The other room was decorated in a simple black and white style. The man sat at the table, holding a pen in his hand, looking at the letter in his hand with a warm expression.

Sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the man's warm profile was clear, his eyes full of warmth.

He took a sprig of lavender from the envelope, put it on the tip of his nose, sniffed it lightly, and the smile on his face became warmer.

His hand with the pen moved on the paper, his expression extremely serious.

Wen Xiao looked at Qi Yi's upright figure and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"There really are such people in the world," Wen Xiao praised sincerely. "It doesn't matter if the face is good, the temperament is so good."

Qi Zhan leaned on the bookshelf next to him, and he paused when he turned the book. He had no words, but his dark eyes grew deeper.

Wen Xiao ignored the Ruowu air conditioning in the man on the side. She watched Qi Yi filming intently, with only a deep sense of appreciation in her heart.

She really thinks Qi Yi is amazing.

It is not easy in itself to resist the temptation of the floating world and concentrate on being an actor close to an artist.

She could see that Qi Yi regarded acting as his entirety. He was tolerant. He seemed to have no character of his own. His characteristics only exist in the script. The script needs what he looks like. He is What it looks like.

She asks herself that she can't do this, so she respects Qi Yi from the bottom of her heart.

The reason why she always talks about how good Qi Yi is in front of Qi Zhan is that she actually wants to stimulate Qi Zhan.

He always resisted not speaking, and the two people had been living together like a wall, so the first step in repairing the relationship was to let him speak frankly.

Even though he looks like this, he still only knows that he is holding back...

When the indoor plot was filmed, it was late at night. The camera crew yawned and went to sleep, but the editing and image processing team members just got up from the bed and started to work vigorously.