my sister is a supermodel

Gina was a little upset, and she rolled her eyes and said, "She told me, she told everyone, this is very childish, she is like a little girl, writes Mrs. Aaron in the notebook, and on the T-shirt Written I love Aaron, I'm not saying she's a bigot but she keeps your used toilet paper and she's going to use African witchcraft to make you fall in love with her"

"what?"

Aaron looked at Katie in the distance with a strange expression.

Katie waved her hand happily. Her movements matched her outfit, which made her look a little scary.

"I know she's socially retarded, but she's my friend, can you promise I won't play with her?"

Gina said pretending to be kind.

"Of course I won't!"

Aaron said.

Suddenly Gina stood on tiptoe and kissed Aaron in front of Katie.

Katie always thought that Gina was helping her with good words, but she didn't expect Gina to get together with Aaron again, and ran away on the spot in anger.

"cut!"

"The props are a stool for Rachel's feet. Roca is too high. Rachel's tiptoe kissing movement is a bit unnatural. And those two extras, don't peek at the camera!"

Director Mark watched the surveillance and said.

"I know the director!"

The props acted quickly to help Rachel step up, the stage manager adjusted the position of the group performers, the camera re-adjusted the camera position, and everything had to be re-prepared again, which was very troublesome.

"Rocca, we're going to kiss again"

Rachel smiled softly.

Roca shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe this is the last time, my role is almost finished"

"Yeah, it's the last time!"

"Act 12, Scene 7, 2 time, action!"

This is a night scene, and at eleven o'clock in the evening, the crew successfully finished filming the twelfth act.

"Hi~ Roca!"

When leaving after filming the night scene, Rachel came over.

"Hi Rachel!"

"How about we walk back together?"

"Emm~ okay!"

reading room

211. The Night With Rachel

"What about Lindsay and the others?"

"They dozed off and went back early. Don't you wait for Mark to direct them?"

"Forget it, they will probably be busy until the early hours of the morning!"

At night, Toronto, the moon hangs high.

On York Mill Avenue, Roca and Rachel walked back side by side in the halo of neon lights.

Bayview Street is on the east side of York Mill, separated by half a block, about four kilometers away, walking is a good choice.

"Rocca, I heard from Lindsay that she was playing a ghost in the dressing room, which scared you so much that you covered your face and screamed?"

Rachel frowned and smiled.

"It is said that?"

Roca glanced at her. Although the room was relatively dark, he could still tell who the four were through the scent.The one who yelled 'hit him' was Rachel in front of me.

"Look at what?"

Rachel frowned and said seriously, "You don't think I'm involved, do you?"

"Without you?"

"Haha~ How could I participate in such a childish game?"

Rachel said disdainfully.

Rocca shrugged, "Well, I also think that the dignified and elegant Ms. McAdams will not participate in that childish game, unless"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you're stupid!"

"Haha, you are stupid!"

Rachel patted him on the shoulder and laughed.

The two voice-activated street lamps on the side of the road were also turned on, and the dark street suddenly became dim.

In the hazy circle of light, the figures of the two were exposed, like actors on the stage, illuminated by searchlights.

The two of them did not speak. After walking for more than 20 meters, the street lights dimmed again, and the street fell into a haze again. The neon lights on the side of the road were flickering, which made the hazy artistic conception deeper.

"Okay, I'm involved too"

Rachel smiled softly, "Guess which one is me?"

"The one behind the door, right?"

Roca smiled with curved lips.

"How did you guess it?"

Rachel was surprised.

"Simple. The person behind the door has to turn off the lights and close the door. They are responsible for preventing me from escaping. The responsibility is heavy. This matter will naturally fall on the mature and stable Ms. McAdams."

"Haha, don't mention being dignified and elegant anymore. Are you different? You usually look like an old man, but don't you scream like a girl in the room in the afternoon? Childish!"

Rachel gave him a sideways look and bumped his arm with her shoulder.