Chapter 143: I'll Buy You New Ones

After a round of fighting,

the day's scenes were finally finished.

Someone came to visit the set.

The director, who knew how to read the room, moved his night scenes to tomorrow, and Li Luo took Fan Xiaopang for a stroll around Zhuozhou.

Of course.

There were also two "oil bottles" (third wheels).

After a sumptuous dinner, Li Luo's phone rang with a "dong."

"Can your assistant be trusted?"

Looking at Fan Bingbing, who was playing with her phone across from him as if nothing happened, he put away his phone and instructed the person beside him: "Xiao Yu, you go back to the hotel by taxi first; Bingbing and I have some work matters to discuss."

Wu Yu didn't say a word, picked up her backpack, and left.

She had a very good sense of being an assistant.

No matter what the matter was, she wouldn't ask, wouldn't inquire, and wouldn't pry.

"Cough~"

Fan Bingbing put down her phone and coughed lightly.

Her assistant also stood up immediately and walked out of the private room; this assistant had followed her for several years, so she wasn't afraid of private matters being known. After the little girl walked out, she stood at the door like a door god.

This was to avoid the situation of a waiter suddenly barging in.

As soon as the door closed, Fan Xiaopang couldn't wait to stand up, sat on Li Luo's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and offered a kiss.

Having not seen each other for months, Li Luo also missed the other party's graceful body extremely.

He didn't stand on ceremony and touched her all over.

Two minutes later, Fan Xiaopang controlled Li Luo's hands with all her might, not letting him continue deeper: "Annoying, are you crazy? Hold it in; my assistant is still outside!!!"

"How can I hold it in?"

Li Luo let go helplessly.

The erect state made Fan Bingbing laugh in spite of herself.

"I don't care, you have to hold it in."

She tidied her messy clothes and kissed Li Luo hard on the cheek: "Send us back to Beijing first; I have to shoot commercials tomorrow, and it's not very convenient in Zhuozhou."

"There are too many paparazzi here; it's easy to get photographed."

"Whoa, it's several hours!" Li Luo suddenly became listless and said gloomily: "I have to rush back at three or four in the morning; do you want to tire me to death?"

"Send me back, be good~"

Fan Bingbing bit his earlobe and laughed softly: "Besides, you're a man like a beast; are you afraid of this little bit of fatigue?"

With those words,

Li Luo rushed back to Beijing in a flurry.

It was just driving.

To drive a supercar for a few hours, driving a Cherokee for a few hours now was still very worth it.

Chaoyang District.

Li Luo poured down a large gulp of red wine and flipped over onto the bed.

They were both people who weren't short of money.

Fan Xiaopang naturally had her own house.

The decoration wasn't luxurious, but it was arranged quite warmly, with photos of her family everywhere; it looked like she lived here often.

"Using a body double isn't shameful."

Looking at the bruise on Li Luo's back, Fan Bingbing blew on it with heartache and rubbed it gently: "Don't always go on yourself; who else is like you, where almost all the fight scenes are done by yourself."

In the afternoon, a martial artist couldn't hold back his hand and hit Li Luo's back with a wooden sword.

So there was the bruise in front of them.

At the time, it scared everyone on the set, and the martial artist was even more at a loss, apologizing repeatedly, fearing he would be scolded to death.

Li Luo just exercised his muscles, signaling to do it again.

"Fight scenes, you know~"

His eyes narrowed, enjoying the other party's service: "It's normal to have some bumps and bruises. If I don't go on myself, how can the shots look good? When it comes to real moves, it's all back shots."

"Any fool knows there's a problem."

"You're the only one who's capable."

Fan Bingbing rolled her eyes and pinched the bruise lightly.

"Hey~"

Li Luo expressed his protest.

Letting go, the little fatty lay to the side and stared at him: "I didn't go to see you during this time; you aren't angry, right?"

"Didn't I also not visit your set?"

Li Luo grinned and reached out to stroke her pretty face slowly: "Besides, you have a strong-willed personality; it's not the first day I've known that. Everyone is busy; just understand it."

These words made Fan Bingbing feel very moved.

However, Li Luo was right.

This woman's career ambition was extremely heavy; she knew very well what she wanted, and she wasn't a woman willing to slow down her career for love.

"I'm not a strong woman in front of you."

Fan Bingbing burrowed into his arms, as obedient as a kitten: "I'm just your little fatty."

"You're a big fatty."

Playing with her chest, Li Luo laughed.

"Annoying."

Fan Bingbing puffed out her chest.

"By the way."

She blinked at Li Luo and said softly: "I'm not trying to persuade you of anything, but I just feel like you should consider Huayi. Actually, you can try to develop in the direction of movies."

"In this area, Huayi has more resources it can access."

"Walking on two legs is always more stable. With your current momentum, if you choose to join Huayi, you will definitely get resource inclination."

In this industry,

there is a default discrimination chain.

It's roughly Movie-TV-Singing-Variety, and later it will derive web dramas, idols, etc., specifically based on individual strength as the standard.

Some singers are popular all over the world; who dares to say their status is worse than an actor's?

But one has to admit.

Movie actors do have a higher quality.

The most intuitive is endorsements; top brands generally tend to cooperate with movie stars, and TV stars find it difficult to access those opportunities.

Not just domestic entertainment.

Even Hollywood is the same.

Seeing Li Luo smile without speaking, Fan Bingbing continued: "Filming movies doesn't actually delay filming TV. I'm walking both paths now; trying it won't do you any harm."

"If you film TV for too long, I'm afraid some things will be fixed."

"I understand."

Li Luo wound a strand of her hair, his tone becoming solemn: "Actually, I have considered it. Let's take it one step at a time. I only have two works on hand now; let me accumulate for a while before talking."

His resume was too thin.

Changing circles rashly would only do more harm than good.

Spend another two or three years to solidify his qualifications and make them firm.

Then he could walk more smoothly.

The movie stars who rose in later generations basically followed this development trajectory.

"As long as you've considered it."

Fan Bingbing pulled his arm to pillow on it and sighed: "Anyway, your luck is good; the two TV series broadcast one after another had very good repercussions, completely making a name for yourself."

"How do you feel about this *Legend of the Sui and Tang Heroes*?"

The little fatty really wasn't pulling people for Huayi.

She just wanted Li Luo to consider more; now that she knew the other party had ideas, she didn't say anything more and started asking about the filming situation.

They were all actors~

They talked about industry matters.

"How should I put it!"

Li Luo picked up the red wine and said confidently: "It feels very good to me, just like when I was filming *Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Sabre*."

"No way?"

Fan Bingbing's expression was slightly surprised.

If another big hit drama came, that would be incredible!

What she received wasn't a reply, but red wine like a thread pouring down continuously from mid-air; the cold liquid first hit her neck, then poured all the way to her exquisite collarbone.

Red water droplets splashed everywhere.

"Don't~"

This feeling made Fan Bingbing's breathing become rapid, her chest heaving continuously; she looked at Li Luo, who was pouring wine, with hazy eyes: "You're being bad again; this quilt was just bought."

"And the mattress!"

Red wine, beauty; this was a perfect match.

Under the light, the crimson liquid spread continuously on her fair body, looking shocking.

"It doesn't matter."

Li Luo's hand was incomparably steady, the wine pouring over the hills: "I'll buy you new ones!"

The pattering sound continued to rise.

Continuing to spread downward.

Fan Xiaopang twisted her waist slowly, and the scenery in front of her was even more charming.

Soon,

a pool of red wine accumulated in her navel.

Li Luo threw the empty cup aside, first grinned at Fan Xiaopang, and then carefully tasted the flavor of the red wine inch by inch.

【Wine, color, wealth, and spirit; living color and fragrant; some things are best enjoyed together】

【Indulgence successful】

【Reward: Line Experience +50】

A night of spring breeze left no trace.

Quilt.

Of course, he wouldn't buy it.

Li Luo's main style was "white-piao" (getting things for free).

He had worked hard all night driving; it was good enough that he didn't charge a fee!

After a short night together, the two continued to be busy with their own things; Fan Xiaopang was a workaholic through and through, and she had contracts for four TV series and one movie next.

Not to mention commercials.

The filming intensity was not low, making Li Luo feel inferior.

This was also the reason why he didn't want to sign with an agency before; in a situation where his right to speak wasn't strong enough, he was simply treated like an ox, and the most critical thing was that a large chunk of his income was taken away, and he earned less than he did on his own.

The only benefit was being able to access a large amount of resources.

This wouldn't be lacking for the time being.

Once you're popular, are you afraid no one will look for you to act!

Fan Bingbing's visit to Li Luo's set caused a small whirlwind in the crew.

There was quite a bit of private discussion.

Everyone was guessing the relationship between the two.

Just like Fan Xiaopang's previous worry, when male and female actors of similar age visit each other's sets, it always causes some gossip; not many people would believe the excuse of "passing by."

However, it was just private discussion; not many people dared to tease Li Luo openly.

Normal filming continued.

"Get ready!"

Hu Minkai's voice resounded through the set; he held a megaphone and roared: "Qin Shubao enters in three seconds; grasp the rhythm."

"Action."

Following this shout, screams rang out in the room.

Tong Lei hugged the quilt and struggled desperately toward the inside of the bed; the actor playing Yuwen Zhiji let out a ferocious laugh, grabbed the outer garment on her body, and pulled hard; the fair-as-jade back appeared in front of the staff instantly.

Li Rongrong was wearing loose shorts, her fair legs kicking wildly on the bed.

Her upper body was only a red bellyband.

Her hair was messy.

When she turned her head in terror, there were still spots of blood from makeup on her face; this appearance of being humiliated made the cameraman remaining on the scene unable to help swallowing his saliva.

His gaze stared straight at her back without letting go.

"Bang~"

Another loud noise; several martial artists crashed open the door, rolled on the ground twice, and stopped moving.

Li Luo pounced in like a tiger, carrying two golden maces.

"Push in."

The assistant director patted the cameraman's shoulder.

The latter quickly pulled the lens in and gave Li Luo's face a close-up.

Seeing Li Rongrong almost humiliated,

Qin Shubao gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Li Luo's emotions were very much in place; without needing to say any more words, a single look showed he wanted to kill Yuwen Zhiji quickly.

Filming continued.

A close-up shot was given to Yuwen Zhiji, followed by two lines of dialogue.

Li Luo pounced forward.

The other party's long sword was broken by him with one strike.

Yuwen Zhiji threw the hilt and rolled to dodge the whistling golden mace.

"Dong!"

The pre-sawed square table was smashed to pieces by Li Luo with one heavy mace strike, and the powder pre-sprinkled on it rose, showing astonishing destructive power!

When filming,

destroying props is all about technique.

It's mainly through contrast, allowing the audience to intuitively feel the super strength of the people in the drama; two people fighting for a long time doesn't show anything, so props are needed to assist.

With one strike, the square table shattered.

With the power of one palm, the tree broke.

Through third-party contrast, the audience outside the TV had a very clear understanding of the protagonist's martial strength.

The fighting continued.

A direct kick to the chest of Yuwen Zhiji.

The latter spat blood.

Li Luo stepped forward again, the golden mace about to strike down.

He stopped abruptly, rushing back in a hurry, running out of the frame in two or three steps.

According to the script description,

this should be the moment Li Rongrong picks up the broken sword to commit suicide.

He had to hurry to save her.

The actor playing Yuwen Zhiji seized this opportunity, covered his chest, and staggered out of the room, leaving spots of blood on the ground.

"Good, this take passed."

Ma Yucheng clapped his hands and gave Li Luo a thumbs up.

According to the original action design, this fight between Qin Shubao and Yuwen Zhiji was like fighting air, not bringing much damage at all.

Compared to easily killing Yuwen Zhiji with one mace later, it was somewhat contradictory.

So at Li Luo's suggestion,

they added this kick in front of the camera.

"Brother Zhang, are you okay?"

Filming stopped, Li Luo walked out of the room quickly with the weapon in his hand and looked at the actor playing Yuwen Zhiji.

The other party wasn't a martial artist.

These few movements were quite difficult for him.

"I'm fine."

The actor spat out the blood bag in his mouth and patted his chest: "What problem could there be with padding inside? Besides, you didn't use much force."

"Good that you're fine."

Li Luo laughed and bumped fists with him.

He turned around with the weapon again, about to return to the room.

His pace stopped suddenly; he saw seven or eight extras and crew members peeking into the room; there weren't many opportunities to see a female star wearing a bellyband on set.

Tong Lei, sitting on the bed,

made their eyes shine brightly.

"Is it good to look at?"

Li Luo frowned and scolded loudly: "Is it pretty? Do you want me to invite you in to take a closer look? We're filming; haven't you ever seen a woman before?"

Even if it had nothing to do with Tong Lei, a normal actor would have to scold people when encountering this situation.

The actress is here for work.

Not for people to watch a monkey show.

Under his scolding, the crowd dispersed with red faces. ===== CHAPTER 144 =====