Lance in front of him looked calm, even cold, and his restrained but sharp eyes were hidden in the mist, making Charlize unwaveringly believe that if necessary, he would uncover her wounds again without hesitation without any mercy or hesitation.

Charlize gasped rapidly, looking at Lance quietly, searching every detail in his expression, as if the fleeting expression just now was just her illusion. Lance was still the decisive and unscrupulous bastard, no, a cold-blooded, cruel and violent demon.

Charlize took another step, her steps were so heavy that she could hardly lift her feet, and she finally stopped when she was three steps away from Lance. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Lance provocatively, "So what?"

Hearing Charlize's voice, the crew members were awakened, Lance still had no opinion on the scene just now. Whether the filming was passed or not, Lance was the only person with the right to make a decision. Although the performance just now was wonderful, the filming process was actually wrong. Charlize encountered difficulties when he got rid of the robot equipment, and the ropes were entangled, causing her to struggle several times. Then, after the robot was taken off, Charlize's footsteps were mixed, and he almost tripped himself, which was inconsistent with the rehearsal.

In other words, this scene has serious flaws.

So, all eyes shot towards Lance, waiting for Lance's judgment.

Lance could clearly feel the scorching gaze coming, but he didn't care. He looked at Charlize's sharp gaze intently. The corners of his mouth curled gently and said lightly, "Through." Those so-called flaws are actually the best portrayal of Ferosa's mood. They don't seem coherent on the surface, interrupting the fluency of the performance, but instead make the character three-dimensional.

In fact, Lance has two choices. Choose the smooth shot to ensure that those flaws do not exist, and ensure that the context of the whole scene is clearer and push it away like flowing water. Combined with the magnificent scene later, the visual impact will be stronger. This means that the remake must be chosen to perform smoothly, and the whole scene is driven by Ferosa's character's mood. While the camera rhythm is interrupted, it will be transformed and sublimated in the character's psychology, which will play an important role in the integrity of the story, which also means that Charlize has no problem with the scene just now.

Lance chose the latter.

"By" when this sentence is said, all the staff applaud collectively. Only by truly watching different acting skills and different presentations can they truly feel the differences in performance. Charlize's scene just now really conquered everyone, so that the applause is naturally vented.

Charlize did not feel much joy, but walked forward three steps again, just three steps. She slowly approached Lance and completely smoothed the distance between the two. Charlize was half a head shorter than Lance, but at this time the two stood up close. I don’t know if it was because of the undulating desert terrain, but Charlize’s momentum was not inferior. He competed with Lance. The tight duel against the pinnacle made the air almost frozen, and the noise around him seemed to be broken.

Lance's pupils slowly contracted, like a Persian cat, without retreating, or moving forward, or even without any extra movements. He just stood calmly, with the dangerous light hidden in the corner of his mouth hidden in the joking smile that seemed to be aiming at the cheetah that was ready to attack at any time.

"Never do this again!" Charlize almost gritted his teeth, squeezing out of his teeth, "Never! Don't!"

The concise and clear words, but with a huge anger, hit Lance hard on the head like a wave. Charlize was warning Lance, warning Lance about the way she directed the performance just now. She didn't like it, she didn't like it at all, she hated it deeply, she had to let Lance know that this was her bottom line.

Lance slowly lowered his head and tried to smooth the last distance between the two people. His breath, which became hot because he was too tired and too excited, slowly approached, and he tried vigilantly like tentacles, and then suddenly tangled together, and the air between the two people began to boil and gulp.

This made Charlize's heart tighten involuntarily. Her eyes, which were as deep as a vast starry sky, were like a black hole, so she couldn't find any room to dodge. Charlize gently grinded her teeth, and she began to think seriously: "Are you supposed to slap Lance in the face? Or give him a slight hug of her vagina?" The danger signal in her eyes also began to sound, and the smell of gunpowder was spreading, as if she was on the verge of explosion at any time.

Just as Lance was about to touch Charlize's nose, his head suddenly staggered, and then the two people's bodies were almost tightly pressed together, leaving only a piece of paper space in the middle, but the air in this "paper" space had completely disappeared and turned into a vacuum state, as if the hearts were directly colliding together.

"Then do your job well." The devil's whisper rang in Charlize's ear, fluttering without any weight, but it was like a slap on Charlize's face. This was the most powerful counterattack.

Charlize's teeth were bitten hard, almost to pieces, and then she saw Lance gradually standing up straight, and his expression still did not change at all. It made people just want to tear off the mask and see his embarrassed look. Suddenly, Charlize's anger faded away like a tide. The corner of his mouth smiled instead of anger, outlined a charming smile, and exclaimed like Lan, saying in Lance's ear, "I think I'm worth completing the goal." After that, Charlize took a small step back, opened the distance between her and Lance, and blinked sly, "Isn't it?"

"Isn't it?" A rhetorical question, and directly reached the touchdown scene, even Lance recognized Charlize's performance.

Charlize no longer waited for Lance's reaction, raised his foot and passed Lance, walked towards the staff without hesitation.

At this time, the entire crew was stunned. To outsiders, Lance and Charlize were clearly hugging and kissing! Hug! Hot kissing! Intimate contact in public! Hug and kissing! The surging sparks made people dry and there was no need for any language to explain. But... but they all knew that this was impossible, so what was going on? What exactly did these two people have?

"Hey, hey!" Charlize clapped his hands and woke everyone up. "The work is not over yet. I don't want to miss the shooting time. Someone's anger is not a joke." Charlize sniffed and signaled to Lance, who was standing not far behind, which made the staff chuckle, but then closed his mouth. Although he was still curious, he finally retracted his attention.

Turning his eyes, Charlize saw Emma. Emma, ​​who was in her green years, has been in the crew for less than two months, and her figure is raised like a green strip. Her tender skin and moving eyes make people unable to move her eyes away.

At this time, Emma's expression was a little stunned and slow, and she stared at Charlize blankly, but her eyes were not far behind. Charlize turned her head and saw Lance's back working again, no different from usual. She knew that he had put on that mask again, just like her.

He and she are the same type of people. He protects himself strictly with a mask, hiding the deepest secrets in his heart, and his truest self. He is just because he is too afraid of being hurt, and even he is willing to hurt others to defend himself. So he will understand her mood so he can speak her inner fear effortlessly, so he will suffer. Ferosa holds the same emotions so he will be so dangerous, just like a beast trapped in a cage, blindly and madly hurting all those who try to get close, even if he is injured by accident.

She had just understood this, so she put away all her minions. Maybe he had seen through her disguise, so he chose her to play Ferosa.

Turning back, Charlize looked at Emma again. She saw something familiar in her flashing eyes. She couldn't help but sigh softly, because she knew more than anyone else, how difficult it was for her to trust, probably so did Lance.

Charlize walked to Emma and patted Emma on the shoulder, which scared Emma. The scattered focus gathered on Charlize in a panic. Then Emma heard Charlize say with a little fatigue and a little lazy voice, "Come on, it always takes courage to challenge Mount Everest, but standing on the top of the peak, the scenery is the best."

Emma was a little confused, Everest? What is this?

However, Charlize ignored Emma's doubts at all, turned around and left to prepare for the next scene. The girlish feelings were always poetry, it was so good to be young. Charlize couldn't help but gently outline the smile on the corner of his mouth, and the heavy emotions he had just taken seemed to have relieved a lot.

Emma stood there, looked at Charlize's back, and then looked at Lance's silhouette, confused. She thought of the intimacy between Lance and Charlize just now, a little discouraged, but she remembered the performance Charlize had dedicated under the guidance of Lance, and was a little excited. She thought of her next filming for a while, and was a little nervous... The messy thoughts turned into a long breath, clenched her fists, and secretly cheered herself up.
Chapter completed!