We Are Divorced, Ok? [English Translation]

CHAPTER 31

Song Zhixi was very angry at first, but he couldn't get angry anymore after hearing him say this.

The grievances he has accumulated for three years are too deep, so he will not believe in himself no matter what he says or do. Fortunately, he agrees to stay by his side, no matter what his purpose is.

"...um." For a long time, Song Zhixi silently walked behind him, suddenly spread his arms and hugged him from behind, "Go back to the crew..."

This embrace is so warm, Zhou Han For a moment a little stunned.

He has never embraced himself, not once, not to mention the warm embrace.

Song Zhixi went to hold Zhou Han's hand again, but this time it was a lot gentler, even his voice was gentle and magnetic, "I played it all right... You see, I can also act as a warm boy. "

"Why are you..."

Zhou Han's heart was really warmed in an instant, but he was obviously an extremely cold person, how could he still act so warmly, making people feel This is not him at all.

Is the actor so arbitrary? It's no wonder that he can act so naturally at the wedding where he married him.

"Then what else do you do besides acting as a warm guy, can you be more funny?"

"This is really not."

The two left the hotel and walked back to the crew. Zhou Han still couldn’t help asking him, “Why? You’re not almighty?”

“Because I only play the protagonist, isn’t it the resource you found for me?”

Zhou Han suddenly remembered this Stubble, oh, I forgot the role I grabbed for him.

He didn’t want to think about the stupid things he had done anymore, so he changed the topic and said, “Can you relax the standard a little bit in the afternoon? This is all newcomers, some are only 17 or 18 years old, and people just need encouragement. At the time, you poured cold water, and not everyone is a genius like you. Besides, hurry up and finish the election, do you really have to choose a week when you become a concubine?"

"Which consort to choose, I have a wife "

"Ha ha ha." Zhou Han rolled his eyes at him and ignored him.

…

In the afternoon, Song Zhixi actually listened to Zhou Han’s opinion, and really lowered the standard a lot, and it didn’t seem to be too frustrating.

"Well, it's okay."

"Well, it's okay."

"Well, it's okay."

These three sentences have become.

So at around eight o'clock, I finally selected the last role, and Huang Dao thanked him for a while.

"I used to choose one week by myself. It's different if there is a actor. I can do it in one day!"

Zhou Han thought, let me go, it really takes a week, I will suffer every day. No more!

…

The night is getting dark, and the number of people in the studio is gradually reduced. However, the road to the hotel is already on the side and there are not many people.

Here are all ancient-style buildings, so the hotel was deliberately built to look like an ancient palace, magnificent and magnificent.

The first time I came to Zhou Han, I didn't take a closer look. The second time I was under the moonlight, I discovered that the scenery along the road was pretty good.