Excuse Me, I Am The Real Female Lead Chapter 165 - Was Hacked

Chapter 165: Was Hacked

“I was praised by the martial arts master again today. He said that I’ve made great progress.”

“I have to be the best version of myself. It doesn’t matter even if my knee is injured.”

“I’ve been learning to draw since I was five years old and I’m happy to have finally gotten everyone’s approval.”

Fang Mo’er’s eyes twitched. She saw that the comments below were all praising Bai Rong for making great progress.

Apparently, changing to a new company had been a great move for her.

It had helped her create a positive character image.

The fans were all boasting, “G.o.ddess Bai’s acting skills have improved and her martial arts moves are getting smoother day by day!”

“G.o.ddess Bai is a future best actress!”

“I’m so happy to be a fan of such a positive person. She is always full of positive energy.”

“They are both female leads but our G.o.ddess Bai is so hardworking. Fang Mo’er’s lousy acting skills can’t even begin to compare!”

“Our G.o.ddess will get better and better in the future. Mu Chen isn’t worthy of our G.o.ddess at all. Fang Mo’er, please don’t hurt our G.o.ddess anymore!”

“Fang Mo’er is a vixen. They had already broken up, yet she was still flirting with Mu Chen. They’re not worthy to stand together with our G.o.ddess. Just let her beauty stand on its own.”

Fang Mo’er was speechless.

It was one thing to create a perfect persona, but was it necessary to defame others?

Fang Mo’er arrived at s.h.i.+ Mo’er’s office in a rage.

When she saw that s.h.i.+ Mo was still calmly reading the doc.u.ments, she immediately rushed over.

“Stop reading. I’ll teach you how to act right away. We can’t lose.”

Although s.h.i.+ Mo did work at the company, he usually had the acting president to handle matters.

He only came over to supervise him.

Seeing how excitable Fang Mo’er was right now, s.h.i.+ Mo could not help but be surprised.

He picked up the doc.u.ment from the table and said, “Am I not reading it now?”

Fang Mo’er lowered her head and saw that s.h.i.+ Mo was holding the script for ‘The High Monk’.

“It’s useless to just read it. You have to rehea.r.s.e it. I’ll act with you!” Fang Mo’er’s blood was boiling.

She wanted to use her strength to slap the faces of those who looked down on them.

s.h.i.+ Mo touched his chin and said, “Alright then, let’s rehea.r.s.e this kissing scene.”

s.h.i.+ Mo tapped his fingers on the script.

The script was open to a page which was in the second half of the script. The high monk was jealous of the close relations.h.i.+p between the female lead and other people, and he had ended up kissing the female lead pa.s.sionately.

He slammed the female lead against the wall, finally facing his burning jealousy.

Beneath the female protagonist’s triumphant gaze, the two kissed pa.s.sionately.

The scene was very hot.

s.h.i.+ Mo stood up from his chair.

Step by step, he advanced upon Fang Mo’er until she had nowhere to retreat.

She felt that s.h.i.+ Mo’s acting skills were quite spot on. The way he looked at her with those intense eyes was perfect.

In the next second, he pressed her against the wall.

Fang Mo’er was a little dumbfounded.

Before she could recover from her chaotic thoughts, she saw that the man’s lips had already fallen upon her.

Fang Mo’er thought to herself that she had underestimated him. When this man acted out his emotions, he could do it with ease.

He did not even have a teacher to teach him.

That possessive gaze, the emotions that were mixed with restraint and madness, he actually knew how to do it.

s.h.i.+ Mo’s attacks were direct, not giving her any s.p.a.ce to breathe.

Very quickly, Fang Mo’er felt her entire body go limp until she could not even stand properly.

Luckily, he was holding onto her waist, preventing her from slipping away.

It was obvious that he had already gained the upper hand.

Fang Mo’er struggled to gain the upper hand instead, but it was all in vain.

After a pa.s.sionate kiss, the two of them pressed their foreheads together.

s.h.i.+ Mo’s gaze was fixed upon the woman in front of him as he spoke the lines in the script, “How can you still want to marry someone else? You can only be mine.”

His complex words were mixed with a madness that was no longer hidden.

The high monk was completely bewitched by the demon girl. His eyes were not cold and emotionless, but were tainted with the emotions of the crazy love of mortals.

Fang Mo’er was struck by these words.

All she could do at that moment was to stare blankly at s.h.i.+ Mo.

There was no need for her to teach him anything.

This big shot, he was very good at it.

This scene was finally over.

Fang Mo’er felt that her lips were a little swollen.

She clapped her hands in embarra.s.sment. “Well done!”

s.h.i.+ Mo raised his eyebrows, he had no intention of letting go of her.

The hand on her waist was still burning hot.

“You can let go of me now,” said Fang Mo’er.

s.h.i.+ Mo pursed his lips and looked down at her, as if he was looking at a prey that had just come knocking on his door.

“You took the initiative to provoke me and now you want to run away after teasing me?”

Fang Mo’er was dumbfounded. She had clearly only come here to teach him how to act. It was him who had said that he wanted to rehea.r.s.e the kissing scene.

She was not going to take the blame for this.

Fang Mo’er deliberately twisted her waist, taking advantage of the fact that he was not paying attention to her. She quickly slipped out of his arms and stood at a safe distance.

“I still have to go to the set this afternoon, so don’t do anything rash.”

She did not want the other actors to see any traces of intimacy on her body.

s.h.i.+ Mo narrowed his eyes. “Then, cancel it.”

One kiss was not enough to satisfy him.

Now that he had been tainted by her scent, the desire in his heart was screaming crazily.

He wanted her.

“That won’t do.” Fang Mo’er still wanted to establish a positive and hardworking image in the production to lessen the fact that she had relied on money to get ahead.

The beginning of a production was especially the time when one could not slack off.