Afraid of getting angry, just drink me

Chapter 38

The shooting location of the second scene was moved to the outside of the market. It was an area for trucks to enter and exit. There were many large and small trucks parked, and many workers were unloading and loading.

Pride made people circle an open space for shooting.

Jiao Jiao brought Wang Luoji a second set of filming costumes. Now Wang Daxing is not such a slut. This man has experienced many vicissitudes and has succumbed to his fate. He took the clothes and quickly changed into them.

When he came out of the public toilet, Wang Laoji was wearing a dark blue work uniform with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a long cloth belt around his waist, and a pair of dark black work boots on his feet.

Just like the little miners out of children's storybooks.

Jiao Jiao was immediately overwhelmed by the cuteness of the person in front of her, and she laughed from ear to ear: "Hahahahahahaha, you look like Super Mario!"

Xiaoye laughed until her fat body trembled, "Yes, yes, the only thing missing is a green hat."

Wang Luoji: "..."

"Do the workers in your market really dress like this to carry goods?" Wang Luoji asked incredulously, "Would it be hot to death wearing such a suit and running around carrying things?"

"No, they are all wearing vests, sweatshirts, shorts and sandals." Jiao Jiao hesitated, "Are you willing to dress like that for commercials? It shows a lot..."

"It's not impossible to dedicate yourself to art," Wang Luoji shook his legs, "maybe just take off the coat and keep the trousers."

The man wants to show off his muscles. After all, no matter how decadent his life is, he has never given up on fitness. He does two hundred push-ups and burpees in the room every night. Can't waste it?

Good stuff, just to let everyone see and see.

Jiao Jiao remembered that she had seen the other person without clothes, and that figure was indeed good enough to be photographed and instantly kill all the audience, so she said happily, "Okay! I think it's okay."

So Wang Laoji took off the thick frock coat, leaving a close-fitting white sweater vest inside, revealing a pair of broad shoulders and strong arms, and the delicate collarbone formed two sexy depressions.

Below is a pair of dark blue overalls, half-loosely cinched the man's narrow waist, and two streamlined side waists were trimmed, obviously after years of disdainful training.

Next to Xiaoye and Gaoao silently touched their stomachs, looked at each other, and then cried.

They are determined to meet someone who is swimming and fitness in the future, and they will definitely find out.

As a skinny "white chicken", Jiao Jiao is especially envious of this kind of healthy and thin figure, "Mr. Wang, you have a good figure!"

Wang Luoji was delighted for a while, but he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Of course, those who eat this bowl of rice must maintain their fitness, not to mention muscles, you can just practice casually."

After hearing this, Xiaoye wanted to hit someone.

The naive Jiao Jiao still couldn't hear the other party showing off, thinking that it was Wang Laoji who was really rewarded by God, "Practice casually? So powerful? I want to practice too!"

He thought about it, I heard that girls nowadays like muscular guys, maybe if he develops into a macho, he will be able to get back his baby's heart?

"You? What are you doing here?" Wang Luoji wondered.

Jiao Jiao's eyes were firm, and her tone was serious: "I want to change, I want to be a macho."

Wang Luoji burst into laughter, "Which one is fierce? Vigorous fierce?"

He scanned the opponent from beginning to end——

Jiao Jiao's waist is so thin that it looks like it could be crushed if you hold it.The arms and legs are also thin, the little buttocks are upturned enough, and the body is light and delicate. There is no need to lose this green youthful spirit in order to become Popeye.

What a waste of money.

"It's possible, but it's not necessary." Wang Laoji stuffed the coat in the boy's arms, turned and left, "Take it, little brat."

Jiao Jiao is like a follower, "You teach me how to keep fit."

"Teacher, you are not suitable for lifting iron."

"..."

The filming was about to start, and Jiao Jiao reminded Wang Laoji: "Later, you just follow the script and move these cardboard boxes onto the car. The movements should be handsome enough to show the vigor and vitality of our market workers." Vigorous!"

"Okay," Wang Luoji tapped his head with the rolled up script, "You still need to teach me how to act?"

The emperor was not in a hurry with the eunuchs, Jiao Jiao was concerned about his own business. Although he was not the one who took the commercial, he was more nervous than Wang Luoji, the protagonist of the commercial.

"In place, in place," the interim director yelled.

The villagers gathered around in twos and threes, stretching their necks one by one, wanting to see how the advertisement on TV was filmed.

Best Actor Wang felt a little ashamed of being treated like a monkey.

The part-time market aunt came again, and she roared: "The first time in the second game, let's go—!"

The camera gradually moved down from the big signboard of the market on the top, to a truck parked outside the market, and a man with a perfect figure was carrying goods.

In front of Wang Laoji was a small iron trolley, on which several cardboard boxes were neatly piled up, printed with patterns of various fruits.

He stepped on the small cart to fix it, stepped out and stepped on the platform in the back of the truck.

This pose looks very masculine.

The two long legs are quite eye-catching. He stretched a pair of ordinary overalls smooth and smooth. He bent down, picked up the big cardboard box on the trolley with both hands, and handed it to the cargo compartment neatly. Workers in the factory, "Come on! Brother!"

The action of moving the goods is done in one go.

Although this is just for shooting commercials, and there is no real need to move things, Jiao Jiao actually stuffed a few large watermelons into the cardboard box for a more realistic shooting effect.

One must weigh six or seven catties.

Wang Yingdi was crying and scolding his father and mother in his heart.

Under the scorching sun, he repeatedly did the physical work of lifting.

The lean muscle lines stretched out on the two arms, and the beads of sweat flowing from the forehead slid over the chin, gathered at the sharp chin, and dripped straight to the ground.

The man's whole body was steaming with a scorching heat, and there was a thin layer of sweat on the honey-colored skin, reflecting the rippling water, which was unbelievably sexy.

This scene ignited Jiao Jiao's desire to keep fit again, and the boy thought: "Ah... when will I have a figure like Mr. Wang's?"

The female villagers next to them screamed, "Ah----!!!"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die! This guy is terrible!"

"I heard that he hasn't married a wife yet. Which girl will be cheaper in the future?"

"Why wasn't my dead ghost so strong when he was young?"

All the vendors selling chicken coops in the village came, "Don't miss it when you pass by! One is fifteen, two are 28! Aunts and ladies, I think you need it very much~"

"Shhhh! It's being filmed, everyone be quiet."

Jiao Jiao "shh" one by one, his head became dizzy due to lack of oxygen...

The author says:

Two more today~