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Chapter 881 - Wife Slave, Mr. Huo
Chapter 881 - Wife Slave, Mr. Huo
Chapter 881 Wife Slave, Mr. Huo
Knock, knock
At the desk by the window, a young girl was sitting with her head lowered, seriously revising her script and writing a storyboard. When she heard the knock on the door, she said calmly without raising her head, “Come
in.”
“Director Song.”
It was Xia Ying who came in. She looked gratefully at Song Yaoyao. She had never thought that one day, she would be able to find salvation.
It was no longer darkness in front of her, but a smooth and broad road.
“Thank you.”
She bent down and bowed deeply to Song Yaoyao.
“Compared to verbal gratitude, I prefer to see something of substance.”
Song Yaoyao moved her body sideways. The gentle light of the table lamp shone on her small face. Her milky white skin was so delicate that her fine hairs could almost be seen.
She looked exquisite like a canary that was suitable for rearing, but in reality, she was already powerful enough to take care of herself.
Xia Ying understood and nodded heavily.
“Yes, I know.”
The truth was revealed, and the filming proceeded smoothly.
Because the atmosphere was good, and the actors did not have any other assignments, they did not need to work continuously. They could fully devote themselves to the filming of Concubine Yan. In a month’s time, more than half of the content had been shot.
Song Yaoyao was always on the set, and Huo Yunque had visited her several times, therefore, he was given the nickname, ‘Wife Slave’.
In the behind-the-scenes videos, the man with the blurred-out face sat quietly beside the young director. Song Yaoyao was staring at the camera, while the man was staring at her the entire time.
For some reason, it made people feel a sense of grievance, pity, and being ignored.
The atmosphere on the set of Concubine Yan was explosively good. Every day, there would be a new behind-the-scenes video released online.
As time went by, more and more netizens were attracted to the drama. They followed Concubine Yan and waited for their update every day. “I never thought that one day, I would follow a TV drama’s behind-the-scenes videos with great interest. Whenever I feel impatient for the next video, I feel so restless!”
“Sister, you are not alone! You are surrounded by others who are just like you!”
“Hahahahaha, I really believe that Director Song and Mr. Huo are in love now. Although I can’t see their expressions, I have already imagined it. Director Song: I only have work in my eyes. Mr. Huo: I only have you in my eyes. Look at me! Look at me wifey!”
“Mr. Huo: today is another day of being ignored by my wife, I am tired of feeling unloved.”
“Are you ignoring me? Very well. Woman, you have successfully angered me! Tonight, I will make you face my existence!”
“No obscenity in the comments!”
“Here’s a pen. Write it down for me instead!”
Song Yaoyao was not a celebrity but she was more famous than some celebrities, and the number of fans who shipped her and Huo Yunque grew.
Every day in the behind-the-scenes videos, her serious look made people want to laugh out loud. It was her baby face that gave people a strong abnormal cuteness when she was serious.
From being criticized by everyone to gaining countless fans who looked forward to the broadcast of Consort Yan, it had only been a little over a month.
However, for some people, this one month was as difficult as thousands of years.
WeChat.
Always Handsome Huo Qi: Jiu’er, when will Miss Song come back? Always Handsome Huo Qi: [BreakingDownAndCrying.jpg] If Miss Song doesn’t come back, I really can’t take it anymore!
Always Handsome Huo Qi: A lonely Master Huo is scary. If you guys don’t come back soon, you might return to my corpse.
Huo Jiu: You’re thinking too much /smirk
Huo Jiu: The Master will make you into fertilizer. We won’t be able to see your corpse. But we can appreciate the fresh flowers nourished by your corpse.
Always Handsome Huo Qi: I’m going to block you. Bye.
Huo Jiu snorted and took back his phone. He knew in his heart that Huo Qi was probably in deep trouble for real.