(There was some additional content at the end of the previous chapter. In case the plot canât be followed, you can go back and take a look.)
When filming others, the director had to stop from time to time to adjust the angle and look at the effect of the film. When filming Mu Sheng, he could produce good pictures from all aspects.
âSure, sure.â The director nodded repeatedly.âAlright, Musheng, go to the side and rest for a while. The next person will come up.â
Zhong mang sat under the tree and watched as Mu Sheng walked towards her.âHi~â
Mu Sheng nodded at Zhong mang.
Zhong mang hesitated for a long time before he finally went up to her.âThen, why is your skin so good? how do you take care of it??â
âIâve collaborated on a Facial Mask. You can try it.â
Zhong mangâs eyes lit up.âSure.â
Mu Sheng stood there quietly with his hands in his pockets. Zhong mang felt an inexplicable sense of fear. She retreated silently and waved at her manager.âDonât you think that Mu Shengâs aura is quite strong?â
The manager nodded.âMy dear, donât provoke her. I donât think sheâs someone to be trifled with.â
Zhong mang rolled his eyes.âWhen did I provoke her?â
After a day of filming, Mu Sheng gave Zhong mang a box of facial masks.
Zhong mang, the fashion expert, looked at it for a long time but still couldnât recognize what brand ML was.âIs it an overseas brand? Why havenât I seen him before?â
âNo, itâs just a small domestic brand.â
Zhong mang frowned, anger evident on his face.âHow can she do this? Iâm being kind to be friends with her, but sheâs using this to fool me. Donât tell me she wants to make my face disfigure? too much.â
â...... When did you make friends with her?â
âI treated her to a meal.â Zhong mang looked at his manager as if he was looking at a fool.âDo you think anyone is qualified to have a meal with me?â
â..........âThe manager chuckled in his heart. Zhong mang was good-looking and didnât have a bad heart. Unfortunately, he only had a mouth and lacked a brain.
After the shoot, Mu Sheng changed and went straight to a teahouse.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
At this moment, the restaurant was filled with the fragrance of tea. A middle-aged man with glasses was reading a book by the window.
âHello, are you teacher ning?â A light female voice sounded above his head,
Ning Zhen subconsciously looked up. Although he was way past the age where he would fall for beautiful women, he was still stunned by Mu Sheng.âI am, and you are?â
âIâm Li anâs family. â Mu Sheng nodded at ning Zhen.
âOh, oh, hello.â At this time, ning Zhen did not expect that the person he was waiting for was Mu Sheng. He only treated Mu Sheng as an ordinary parent.âI didnât expect you to recognize me. You want to ask about li anâs usual performance, right?â
As he spoke, ning Zhen began to share li anâs life and learning situation in school with Mu Sheng.
Ten minutes later, ning Zhen smiled at Mu Sheng.âThatâs the general situation of li an. Is there anything else you need to ask me?â
âThere is.â
Ning Zhen listened carefully, ready to answer his parents âquestions at any time.
However, Mu Sheng said,âprofessor ning, you asked me out today. Li an said it was because of that question. What do you want to teach me?â
Ning Zhen was stunned for a moment.âLi an got the answer from you, right?â Can I ask who taught you the verification process? If itâs convenient, can you help introduce me to him?â
âNo one taught me. I wrote it.â