In fact, 200,000 is just a drop in the bucket for a huge crew, and it can only solve the urgent problem. So in the next time, Lao Jia not only persistently revises the script and shoots it over and over again, but also has an additional task of borrowing money. He borrowed almost all the funds he knew, and finally raised enough funds, and after the filming, he could still do some later.

In history, because the crew owed money from the hotel, the door was blocked and the dog was released. In the end, two hostages were left to be mortgaged. The scene of the scene of returning to the capital in a mess did not happen.

The weather in Beijing in May was already very hot, and several lively commercial streets were filled with thighs. Wang Dalun naturally had no intention of appreciating it, because there were two long legs swaying in front of him.

"How is it? How is it?"

Fan Ziyi changed into a sleeveless summer silk cheongsam and came out of the bedroom, walked around in front of him, posing in a pose. It is said that when the crew helped them tailor-made cheongsams, she felt that she was wearing them well, so she privately found the cheongsam master and customized several outfits herself. As soon as her boyfriend came back, he couldn't wait to wear them out and show off.

"Well, it's pretty good!" Wang Dalun was lying on the sofa with weak energy.

"Hmph, are you perfunctory to me?"

"No, I just came back, can you please let me take a breath?"

It was already midnight when I returned to the capital last night. I slept until noon and felt that I still didn't wake up. This time I went to Fenyang to film the second stage of the film, which took nearly two months, almost exhausted all his energy. Now he just wanted to lie down, clear his mind, and not think about anything. He rested for two days, and kept his energy consumed. This time he could only rest for one week when he went home, because the three-scenes were about to start the computer. It is said that the pioneers had already gone to Chedun Film and Television City in the Magic City for preliminary preparations. The team of troops was scheduled to leave Beijing on the 19th, and the 520 was officially started.

"Tsk, I'll pretend to be dead when I come back!" Fan Ziyi snorted. Seeing him pretending to be dead, she could only pout, looking dissatisfied with her desire and sitting next to him.

"I'm sorry, I was so tired last night."

Wang Dalun hugged his girlfriend in his arms and kissed her earlobe. He went home last night to give her a surprise, but his girlfriend was indeed surprised. Her eyes were circling and affectionate. Unfortunately, he took the train all night and was really unable to do so. He kissed and touched her, but in the end he gave up halfway.

Fan Ziyi didn't say anything, her expression was cold, and the words "dissatisfied" were all over her face.

"Okay, I'll serve you well in the evening, okay?" Wang Dalun had no choice but to pat her on the shoulder and comfort her softly.

"Hmph, rare?"

"You really don't care?" This guy made another teasing.

Fan Ziyi raised her head, looked him up and down with provocative eyes, opened her lips slightly, and spit out two words: "Is it OK?"

"Hiss!" Wang Dalun took a breath of air conditioning, his eyes instantly becoming serious, "What did you say?"

"I don't understand!" Fan Ziyi smiled contemptuously, her eyes deliberately staying in his crotch, "Can you do it?"

Damn it! If a tiger doesn’t show its power, it’s true that you can’t regard me as a sick cat. Wang Dalun is a manly man and most taboo to others say he can’t do it, especially his girlfriend.

He sat up suddenly, pressed his girlfriend on the sofa, then pressed her heavily, and unbuttoned her cheongsam.

"What are you doing, what do you want to do?" Fan Ziyi was startled by his movements. She screamed when he pressed on her body.

"What are you doing? I will let you see it now, and see if it is OK!" Wang Dalun said viciously.

Unbuttoned the buttons from the collar of the cheongsam to the side shoulders, revealing his snow-white neck, and he couldn't wait to cheongsam, and his other hand was not idle either. He moved to the slit of the cheongsam below and stretched in, and he wanted to pull the panties inside.

"Rogue! Pervert... Hey hey, you wrinkle your clothes, get up, get up quickly!" Fan Ziyi tried to move his head away with one hand, and pulled his shorts with the other hand and clamped his legs tightly.

"Huh..." Wang Dalun raised his head and looked at his girlfriend who was struggling desperately like a hungry wolf. He dared to say that he was not good enough, and he had to teach her a lesson today!

At this time, Fan Ziyi's cheongsam buttons had already been unbuttoned, and the hem of the skirt was lifted up. Although she protected the top with one hand and the other, the black lace underwear and the same shorts were still exposed, as well as the two snow-white long legs crossed and closed together, the spring was endless! What's even more terrible is that this girl actually looked at him with a timid look, and said cowardly: "What do you want to do?"

"Hiss!" Wang Dalun had to take a breath of air conditioning again. What is this called? Cheongsam temptation? Or is it a similar bow-althy girl fucked?

He originally wanted to take off her shorts and rectify the law on the spot, and prove with practical actions that men must not be said to be impossible by women! But at this time, he had a tiger in his heart, but he felt like he wanted to smell the rose carefully.

He slowly leaned down and kissed her forehead, cheeks, lips, neck...

Fan Ziyi wanted to struggle at first, but when she saw the tenderness in his eyes and the reaction of his big hands swimming on her body, she couldn't help but hum gently, "Well... don't, don't be here, go to the room."

"Okay!" He responded softly, pecked her slightly raised lips, wrapped her up from the sofa, and walked into the bedroom...

"Hey, that one is not needed. I've just left for only two days."

"Don't take off your cheongsam, it's more interesting..."

"Abnormal! All wrinkled."

"Or come up and I'm down there... Yes, that's it, so your cheongsam won't be afraid of wrinkling. Come on, baby, look at me, take your time!"

"You're just a pervert...well..."

"Hiss...oh..."

For a moment, the spring scenery in the bedroom was endless...

After a big battle, Fan Ziyi's hair was drooping on her face, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she lay softly on the bed. The cheongsam on her body had long been wrapped around her like rags. Another person was close to her back, and a big hand was stretched into her arms, and she was still rubbing it gently.

Fan Ziyi finally took a breath. The battle just now almost knocked the bed down. This guy was not as hard as she moved on it for a while and then she had no strength. The guy turned over and pressed her down again. When he moved, he felt like an electric small motor was installed, making her like a light boat in the ocean. The feeling of flying came several times, especially the moment when it burst out, it made her shrink suddenly and almost shouted out.

"Hey, don't move around, itchy!" She grabbed the rubbing hand in her arms and said.

What annoying is that this guy is sticking to her ear and laughs, "How is it? Am I okay?"

"Hmph, I warn you, don't take advantage, you have to be good!" Fan Ziyi shook her hair, and this guy stuck to her ears, and the hot breath sprayed on her ears, itchy and numb.

"Yes, yes, yes." The guy said quickly.

It’s not to mention that the person who got up at noon was always in a state of distraction and was too lazy to move, but after a battle just now, all the bullets that had been held in for nearly two months were shot out all at once, and the whole person suddenly became refreshed and his spirit returned. The ancients said: Yin and Yang are harmonious, and men and women complement each other. As expected, I will not deceive me!

This guy kept his mouth shut honestly, held the bun in his hand, quietly pressed it behind his girlfriend, feeling the slight trembling of her body.

"Hey, did you really lend all the money to Lao Jia?" Not long after, my girlfriend asked in the heel of hers.

"Well, the 200,000 yuan plus a total of 300,000 yuan paid by Sister Ding last time, I lent him all for the time being. Sorry, I didn't discuss it with you in advance." Wang Dalun said with a smile.

"Hmph, it's not my money, can I control it?" Fan Ziyi curled her lips and then asked, "Hey, do you still have money?"

"The original card has about 60,000 yuan. I will definitely be able to survive and repay the loan until the next time I get paid. Oh, and the cabinet endorsement of Boss Yao's is also expected to renew the contract next month. If Sister Ding negotiates well, she will earn more than 100,000 yuan. It's okay, I have me at home, so you don't have to worry."

Three characters signed the contract with his girlfriend. They each had more than ten episodes of the show, and the pay was the same, both of which were 8,000 yuan per episode. This was still a friendship price. With their current status, the pay for TV series was almost tens of thousands.

"Well, the company paid my money last time, and I still have more than 200,000 yuan here now. You don't have to worry about the loan for the new house in Wangjing. The hotel's monthly dividends are enough." Fan Ziyi said.

"Wow! There are more than 200,000 yuan left. It turns out that the girlfriend I am looking for is still a rich woman!" This guy exaggeratedly hugged his girlfriend tightly.

"Get your sex!" Fan Ziyi kicked him.

By the way, the two of them are getting more and more comfortable now. After buying two houses, they have 300,000 yuan in foreign debts and their girlfriend has more than 200,000 yuan in savings. Even if they don’t have endorsements and commercial performances, the two of them have a 100,000 yuan in income from the films they shot by Guangsan.

The two were tilted on the bed, and suddenly the phone in the living room rang. Wang Dalun hurriedly jumped out of the bed naked. When he looked at the screen, the words "Zhuwen" were displayed.

"Hey, Brother Zhu... is back. I came back last night... It's okay, you said... Oh, have coffee... Now? Oh, okay, you said the place... OK, then Brother Zhu will see you later."

After hanging up the phone, the guy walked in with something like a weight below.

"Who is asking you for coffee?" Fan Ziyi asked when she heard something in the bedroom.

"It's your fellow villager, Zhu Wen. I probably have something to do with his tone."

Zhu Wen is one of the screenwriters of Zhang Yuan's movie "Going Home for the New Year". It turns out that the two only know each other and are not very familiar with each other. Since Zhang Yuan arranged a dinner last time, they became familiar with each other. Because they were friends with their girlfriends, they had a good relationship because they loved the house and the Ugly. During the Chinese New Year holiday, they occasionally got together for a drink or something.

Speaking of Zhu Wen, in the circle, he is a standard young man in literature and art. He used to study science and graduated from the Mechanics Department of Southeast University, but he loved literature. After graduating from university, he was assigned to work in a key state-owned enterprise in Nanjing. Because he was in three shifts, he used his spare time to start writing. As he continued to publish his works, he simply resigned from his public office the year when Wang Dalun was admitted to university and became a freelance writer.

To put it nicely, it is actually just a drifting person in Beijing, and his life is still very tight. However, he is now a little famous in Beijing. Not only did he participate in the screenwriter of Zhang Yuan's "Going Home for the New Year", but he also created the movie "Wushan" directed by Zhang Ming.

Perhaps because of the years of so many years of diving in Beijing, Zhu Wen is not as arrogant as Zhang Yuan, not as emotional as Lao Jia, nor as pretentious as Gao Xiaosong. He is just a very honest person, speaking kindly, maybe because everyone has similar personalities, Wang Dalun likes to sit down with him in private and drink and chat.

"Are you coming back for dinner tonight?" Fan Ziyi had never met Zhu Wen, but she knew that he was a screenwriter, a screenwriter who was not very successful. Although she was her fellow villager, she was about to be called out with her boyfriend just now, and she was inevitably a little excited.

"It should be back." Wang Dalun pondered for a moment.

"Then you help me bring some food when you come back, I won't go out."

The wrinkled cheongsam was probably uncomfortable to wrap it around. Fan Ziyi sat up and took off the cheongsam. When she opened it, she was wrinkled. She glared at her boyfriend who was smirking, threw it on the chair beside the bed, then retracted it into the quilt, yawned, and said lazily.

"Okay, what do you want to eat? Do you want chicken legs?"

"No, I've been tired of eating for so long. Others... well, you can do whatever you want!"

It's the hardest thing to do. Wang Dalun thought that if it was early, he would buy some vegetables and go home to make it himself. He took a shower and changed his clothes. He originally wanted to kiss his girlfriend goodbye, but she had already fallen asleep in the silk quilt and snoreed slightly.

This guy smiled proudly. It seemed that the battle just now made this girl very careless! A man's sense of pride arose.

When he went downstairs, Xiao Xiali had not moved for two months, and a layer of dust had accumulated. He was too lazy to clean up again, so he took a taxi and rushed to the agreed coffee shop.

There were not many people in the cafe, and Zhu Wen sat at a table by the window, holding a magazine in his hand, and looked at the parking lot outside the window from time to time.

"Brother Zhu!"

"Oh, Dalun is here!" Zhu Wen quickly put down the magazine in his hand, stood up politely, and said, looking into the parking lot again, "Why didn't you see your car?"

"I just came back and didn't have time to clean up, so I just came over." Wang Dalun smiled.

"Sit down, drink something?"

"Come on tea."

Wang Dalun didn't like drinking coffee, so he looked at the list and ordered a pot of Tieguanyin.

"Brother Zhu, are you asking me for trouble today?" After sitting down, Wang Dalun went straight to the point.

"This..." Zhu Wen rubbed his hands embarrassedly, then turned around and took out a copy from his bag and placed it on the table, "I have made a new script and want to shoot it. You can take a look at this first."

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Chapter completed!