Mo Ling's eyes were desperate and her face was blank. It was true that when she said these words, she knew very well in her heart that it was impossible.
No matter how much she begged, she couldn't make her gambling father change his mind.
At the same time, Mo Ling also made a movement, and the hand hidden under his sleeve moved. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a sharp object hidden there, like a knife.
As soon as Qian Yan's two lines, as well as his movements and expressions came out, there was a feeling of storm coming, and the scalps of everyone present were numb.
Even if no one reminded her, they all knew that this simple-looking girl would want to do something next.
So, what is she going to do?
Director Zhang Houbai couldn't help but pat his thigh, with a very excited expression on his face: "We've made progress again."
Zhang Houbai once cooperated with the original owner, so he said this sentence.
Yin Zhiman did not leave in a hurry this time, because after the shooting for the day, there was still her final party.
When she saw Qian Yan's performance, she couldn't help but her eyes lit up: "Her acting talent is indeed good, but the roles she got in the past were not good and there was no room for her to use them." It's a pity that the negative effects have been transferred to her and her acting skills can no longer be taken away. 】
[A lot of the best acting skills in the circle are when the host finds an opportunity to help them and let them sincerely thank you, then you have the opportunity to establish a connection and take away their acting skills. 】
The male protagonist, played by Chen Shu, is sitting in a carriage at the moment, and the horse is driving slowly from a distance.
At this time, Qian Yan's ears moved slightly, which was immediately captured by the camera. This showed that she had martial arts skills and had very good hearing. Even if he was playing the role of Mo Ling, even if he didn't look back, he knew that Ye Zhi was coming.
She had heard the sound of Ye Zhi's carriage wheels and the footsteps of people around her countless times while hiding in the crowd, and she was very familiar with it. This is the basis for a detailed work. It is necessary to understand the target to be approached while being able to understand it.
"Dad, I don't want to go there." Mo Ling's voice was slightly louder than before, and contained complex emotions such as expectation and determination.
However, the gambling ghost dad didn't care about this. He grabbed Mo Ling's wrist with force and said with a very bad expression: "I raised you so well, it's time to repay you. Make a deal with the mother in that building, hurry up." Come on, the creditor should be home soon."
"father……"
As soon as Qian Yan finished these lines, everyone's hearts tightened.
The bad gambler didn't pay attention to these two light words, and his face was full of thoughts of selling his beautiful daughter to the building for a better price.
After paying off the debt, there is still some money left. Maybe with this remaining money, it can be doubled in one go?
The bad gambling dad put aside his bad expression, and he couldn't help but reveal a loving smile as he was having a sweet dream: "Ah Ling, when dad gets rich in the future, he will definitely take you out to enjoy the happiness." He remembered that the girls in the building can make a lot of money. Yinzi's eyes suddenly lit up, his attitude became better and better, and he said all kinds of good things along the way.
He didn't notice Mo Ling's increasingly gloomy and desperate face.
Just as he was about to reach the flower building, the knife in Mo Ling's sleeve was exposed, and he slashed at the gambler's wrist, which was the hand holding her wrist.
The chopped off palm immediately fell to the ground, and the originally excited gambling ghost father screamed, blood spurted out, splashed on Mo Ling, and fell down again, staining a large area of the bluestone floor red.
While the gambler screamed, Mo Ling held the knife tremblingly, with a determined expression on his face: "Dad, don't gamble anymore." The gambler's father covered his wrist with bright red blood, his expression was painful, and his heart was frightened and frightened. Still hate it.
