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After the incident with the " perverted pig hands ", the filming speed increased.

Shen Teng was not a shy person, and the filming of a sexy scene was quickly completed.

"Alright, that's all for today. Go back and prepare for the shoot tomorrow.”

After the shooting, Feng Han told Wang Hao.

"Yes, Director."

………………

After coming out of the room, Feng Han saw Yang Mi and Li Chun staring at each other without saying a word.

"Alright, let's go. What do you two want to eat?”Feng Han smiled inwardly.

He did not expose the little trick between the two of them.

To him, no matter what the two women did, their target was himself, so he did not have to care about anything.

"Hotpot."

It was unknown if it was due to tacit understanding or if it was not because enemies did not meet, but the two of them actually answered Feng Han in unison.

Most importantly, both of them blurted out the same kind of food.

"The two of you have quite a tacit understanding." Feng Han was stunned for a moment before he smiled.

Sometimes, Feng Han also thought that it would be great if the two of them, and even his future woman, could get along peacefully.

However, he also knew that this was an extravagant hope.

Even if there was no bigamy in this world, what woman wouldn't want her man to love her alone?

Therefore, Feng Han did not take their fight for favor to heart. As long as they could accept each other and did not go too far, Feng Han did not want to care.

Sometimes, it was better to let these women handle some things themselves.

"Humph!"

Yang Mi and Li Chun looked at each other and couldn't help but snort.

Regarding the tacit understanding that Feng Han mentioned…

The two of them scoffed. Who would have a tacit understanding with this jealous woman (shameless vixen)?

In Li Chun's eyes, Yang Mi was a jealous woman through and through. She had clearly lost and would not pose any threat to her, but she still kept targeting her.

In Yang Mi's eyes, Li Chun was a shameless vixen who had taken down Feng Han before him.

Originally, she had wanted to take down Feng Han's first blood, but now all her thoughts were in vain.

If Ju Yiyi knew what Yang Mi was thinking.

She would tell her proudly that she had already taken down Feng Han's first blood a few years ago.

Not only did Ju Yiyi get one blood, but she also got two blood, three blood, and four blood…

…………

When Yang Mi came, he drove his own car. However, on the way to the hotel, he was still in Feng Han's custom-made white Rolls-Royce.

As soon as he sat in this car, it brought back bad memories in Yang Mi's heart.

Last time, if it wasn't for Reba, how could Li Chun have found an opportunity?

Thinking of this, Yang Mi could not help but look at Feng Han with some resentment.

There was nothing she could do about it. Who asked the man in her heart, Feng Han, to not keep his bottom line and let Li Chun, this little vixen, have her way?

Although this was not a major occasion, their identities were not ordinary.

Feng Han and Li Chun were slightly better off. The former was the director. Although he played Little Ma, the audience was not that familiar with him.

Li Chun's popularity was even lower. At this moment, the only character she could show off was Ni Mantian.

However, Yang Mi was different. Anyone could recognize her when she walked on the road.

Therefore, they found a private restaurant. When Feng Han and the other two entered, although they attracted attention, no one came up to watch and ask for autographs.

"Welcome." The greeter's eyes lit up when he saw Feng Han, and he hurriedly came forward to welcome him.

As for Yang Mi and Li Chun, they were all ignored by her.

It couldn't be helped. Just like men, in the eyes of women, there were only handsome men.

If Feng Han wasn't around, the waiter might have taken a second look at them. Now, the waiter was simply envious that they could eat with Feng Han.

"A private room please."

After entering the private room and ordering the dishes, there were only the three of them left in the room.

"Mi Mi, you should have something else to do this time.”Feng Han suddenly said.

Feng Han believed that with Yang Mi's intelligence, even if he was chasing after her, he definitely had other excuses before coming. It was impossible for him to just come to visit.

"Yes." Yang Mi nodded.

"My man understands me the best." He could not help but feel proud.

"Have you seen this issue of the weekly film magazine?”

"Movie Weekly?" Feng Han was stunned for a moment. He had never paid attention to it."I didn't."

This wasn't Feng Han being pretentious. It was just that he had never paid attention to this at all.

"I said so." Yang Mi muttered.

If he had seen it, he might not be so calm.

"Fenghan, do you know that your 'True Colors of Heroes' has been nominated for the Golden Horse Awards? It's even nominated for Best Director, Best Actor, and Best Supporting Actor.”

"The Zhonghai International Film Festival, the Capital International Film Festival, and the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Film Festival have all been nominated.”

"Oh." Feng Han nodded calmly.

This was already within his expectations. If A True Colors of Heroes could not win an award, what else could? Could it be the Great Wall?

"Hey, aren't you curious about what awards these three film festivals have nominated?”Yang Mi was a little depressed.

He had come with good intentions to report the good news, but Feng Han had such a calm expression.

"What are they nominated for?"

Alright then!

Yang Mi was a little helpless at Feng Han's perfunctory tone, but he still said it in the end.

Other than the Golden Horse Awards, which had three nominees, the other awards, such as the Zhonghai International Film Festival and the Kyoto International Film Festival, had five to six awards.

Best Actor, Best Director, Best Scriptwriter, Best Newcomer, Best Supporting Actor…

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