Liao Xuebing crossed his legs and leaned on the chair, squinted his eyes, and pointed to the empty cup next to him: "Go, pour a glass of water for my cousin." Bai Youcheng was so scared that he could hardly speak. Let the goddess pour water for you, and think that he was the Jade Emperor?

During this period, everyone was busy inspecting instruments, studying scripts, dressings, stylings, and sets on the set. Only a few people with ulterior motives noticed this little episode.

Murong Bingyu was still immersed in the tenderness of ghost filming and responded casually: "Okay!" When she saw Bai Youcheng, she looked at Liao Xuebing's face and said to herself: "Okay, you are pretending to be an old man."

In order to make face in front of Bai Youcheng, he actually wanted to use himself. He was both wronged and angry, but he could no longer change his words. He could only swallow his anger and go to the nearby to get a bottle of mineral water and fill his cup.

Liao Xuebing drank the water in one breath, sprayed a cigarette on his face frivolously, and said, "Okay, cousin, you can continue to put on makeup, and call you later if you have something to do."

Murong Bingyu turned around and left resentfully, thinking: "Die Liao Xuebing, let you be proud of it first and then there will always be times when you look good."

Bai Youcheng didn't see the goddess' expression at all. All the thoughts in the inner ruler were knocked to pieces like glass under a hammer. He made the most important decision in his life, and believed his cousin wholeheartedly and thoughtfully. He leaned over and said anxiously: "Forgive me for not missing me just now. Now I know what to do. Please give me some advice."

The traitor who was bribed by the entertainment magazine kept this scene in mind again. Murong Bingyu poured water for his cousin and saw it with his own eyes. It was absolutely true that Bai Youcheng also had the kind of flattering look at his cousin. He wanted to treat his cousin as a god. An earth-shaking title has been formed: "My cousin is not young, Murong Bingyu, Bai Youcheng competes for favor with his cousin."

Liao Xuebing's vanity was greatly satisfied and he smiled and said, "Do you have any photos of someone's name? Give me a few first."

Some equipment on the set immediately borrowed a digital camera and took a few photos, and immediately printed them out and signed them with a big name. Lao Liao made a great plan: "These photos can allow Chen Younian to do a lot of things for me. I will make a few more pictures of Bingyu next time, so that Cui Zheng and Ye Yuhu can be obedient. Damn it, if Bingyu can't handle Bingyu as his wife, I'm sorry to the audience."

"Okay, cousin, can you give me some advice now?"

Liao Xuebing said whatever he thought. He didn't need to think about it. Anyway, the other party basically believed it: "My cousin likes men to be arrogant, bold, generous, haha. Just refer to me in detail. Did you see the wound on my face? My cousin said this is a manly medal. How can a man without scars be called a man? Have you heard of anyone who likes sissy?"

The scar is a man's medal? Bai Youcheng hesitated and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. I will have a notice in the afternoon, which will affect my image."

Lao Liao glared: "Do you want love or image?"

Bai Youcheng immediately lowered three times: "I can't cut it with a knife by myself, at least it's a little natural, so that people can't see that it was deliberately doing it."

Liao Xuebing smiled bitterly and said, "You are not enlightened yet. I said scars are men's medals. It's just an example. Men should be more fierce and savage in their actions. I suggest you take a look at "Transformers" and "Dragon Ball" more, which will bring qualitative breakthroughs to your soul."

"Hey. Don't joke, how can you be masculine?"

"Did you see that person's forehead bandage? Yesterday, when he was filming, he said I was a fool, and I punched him. What would happen if it were you? Refute? Ignore it? Apologize?" In fact, the man was dressed up for the filming. Lao Liao deceived Bai Youcheng and said nothing.

Bai Youcheng didn't look closely. Sure enough, I believed: "I think I will do my own thing no matter what he says."

"Wrong. A real man should have the courage to face all provocations and counterattack them. Until he tramples everything under his feet and exudes a turtle, uh, five domineering spirit, which will make women feel that you are worthy of her dependence."

Bai Youcheng felt something: "I seem to understand."

"When you become a turtle, my cousin will definitely look at you with admiration. If you want to chase her, it will be easy and effortless."

Liao Xuebing spitted and danced with his hands and feet, and was extremely proud. He almost made Murong Bingyu lie at the door of the dressing room and listened to him: "Okay, this bad thing is instigating good people to commit crimes. Why is he always so virtuous? Why did Bai Youcheng say he wanted to chase me? He was not nervous at all? Could it be him..." He walked back to the chair with a lot of worries and said to the hairstylist: "Continue."

Bai Youcheng felt that he was a long way from this requirement and was far from doing enough. He needed more training and asked him to help give the flowers to Murong Bingyu and not say goodbye.

After resting, he rushed to film for two scenes. Most of the injuries Liao Xuebing suffered were on his body, and the wound on his face was just broken. After the swelling was reduced, it was impossible to see that it had no effect on the acting.

At lunch, Lao Liao asked for leave again. Sun Bo couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "Cousin, what do you think? You don't have the awareness of being the protagonist at all! Can you still film this drama if you smash it? The time of dozens of people present was wasted! Do you think the set was a public toilet, come when you want to come, and get up when you want to leave?"

Wu Chang immediately followed the flames and asked for two afternoons off when filming the scene. It turned out that the male protagonist was really good."

Liao Xuebing said anxiously: "My grandma passed away and she must rush back to attend her funeral." She used to take leave at university and deal with the custody of her boss Qian Jianmei at Xiangge Company. She used this excuse to use this. Over the years, her grandmother has been resurrected and died. I don't know how many times she has been tortured by Lao Liao's grandson.

Sun Bo is an honest man and immediately changed his tone: "Oh, Jie Ai, Director Wu, let's study and adjust the number of scenes and shoot some unimportant places first." Wu Yang had nothing to say. His grandmother was dead, would you still have the nerve to blame him?

"Sorry, let's go first. Unfortunately, grandma loves me the most before."

Liao Xuebing left the film and television city, and was proud of his youth, and was ready to win the chips to touch Li Xinghua's chest. He first went back to the north city to get Nandi's motorcycle. The poor Nandi was still lying in the hospital and was caressed by the nurse's sister, and he had no chance to drive. When he saw his subordinates, he was not interested in listening to them report how many people he cut down and how many territory he had stolen at that crazy night. Lao Liao's own story was a hundred times more exciting than theirs.

I originally wanted Aqiu's beloved car "time", but Aqiu refused to let go and asked for the second best, and Nandi's was also done with her.

I walked all the way to the newly built motorcycle track not long after the southern suburbs of the city. Xu Yidong had a lot of money, but he didn't even look at the huge rent, so he rented it for a long time.

Li Xinghua changed into a thin light green long-sleeved sportswear, and was wearing a pair of sports shoes under his feet. He was young and lively and charming. Tian Xu Yidong was fully armed, without a helmet, full set of protective clothing, carbon fiber gloves, and was wrapped tightly. A bmwww.piaotian.com.com parked beside him. Lao Liao could tell at a glance that it was an off-road sports car with extremely excellent performance, with 130 horsepower and a large displacement of 1170. He could easily run a speed of 180 kilometers per hour, up to 230 kilometers. With wide footsteps, plus adjustable gear lever and brake lever, he drove completely freely on rough and rough roads.

Unfortunately, the layman is an expert, and the track here is very flat, and the performance of off-road vehicles is no different from other cars.

Xu Yidong took off his helmet and looked at Lao Liao and Nandi's broken car with contempt. When Nandi was stabbed, the car was also covered in scars. Before he could repair it, Lao Liao drove it out.

This guy made a bet on an old jacket, not wearing a helmet, and his feet were wearing old leather shoes. The car speed was not too fast and slowed down when crossing the road. Xu Yidong smiled happily, "It's hard to win when he meets an outsider." He turned his head and looked at Li Xinghua, and said in particular: "Look, I know he can't do it. I can't cheat if I win later."

Li Xinghua's heart was sinking: "As long as I can't put my own affairs on others, forget it, I will run away from home after the game is over."

"Let's talk about the rules," Xu Yidong said proudly, pointing to the track map erected next to him, saying: "This track has 6:8 kilometers and has seven bends, one of which is a sharp bend of 60 degrees, four gentle slopes and one large slope, which is very technical. We set out at the same time, whoever runs ten laps first will win, and who are mentally prepared?"

"It seems to be..." Liao Xuebing's voice didn't sound very confident. Although they had been traveling through the streets with traffic flowing through more than one sports car after another, and although they were driving in the opposite lane and passing countless oncoming vehicles, they were really speechless when facing Xu Yidong.

"Hehe, you must have never heard of Che Shenqiu. He is a myth in our China Sea Speeding World. I have watched his competitions for less than twenty times. Once, he shook hands with me. Do you have this kind of experience?"

"No..." Lao Liao answered weakly. When I saw his cart, Shen Qiu, I would kick him with one kick, without shaking hands...

The track is flat, with a direction sign every right meter next to it, and there are a large number of guardrails made of tires in turn and near the building. The strength of the tires can slow down the impact of the drivers who unfortunately leave the track and reduce casualties.

The staff at the stadium stepped forward to check the vehicle for Xu Yidong, but ignored Lao Liao_________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Before the war began, Li Xinghua asked Liao Xuebing to wear a helmet and protective clothing, but Lao Liao refused to do so. The speed party never wore a helmet when driving.
Chapter completed!