A Glitch in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 1162: Yan Ba

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Although his popularity has declined due to the announcement of his love affair, he has been a girl's "husband" for a period of time, and foreign media basically know him.

Unlike Xie Jie, who was not interested, Cheng Hanwen was asked by the foreign media to walk slowly so that they could shoot for a while longer.

Of course, neither of these two is the most important.

Many foreigners now think of a person's name when they talk about Huaguo, An Wen.

She was once dubbed the overlord of the red carpet by the r media, and she must be gorgeous on the blanket, and every time the red carpet looks will arouse heated discussions among netizens.

[Why hasn't An Wen come out yet]

[The female goose is finally going to open for business, shed tears of the old father]

[Wait for Yan Ba to kill the audience in seconds]

An Wen's car finally arrived, and the bodyguards in black got out of the car first and opened the door for An Wen.

First, a slender white jade leg wearing black high-heeled shoes landed on the ground. An Wen came out of the car. She was wrapped in a black sequined mermaid dress with a good figure. A large area of skin was exposed behind her. Up to her waist, her white and tender waist and beautiful back were exposed. Come.

If this outfit is worn on someone else's body, it would be sexy, but on her body, there is a cool fairy air, so beautiful that people can only look at it from a distance.

Her appearance was not limited to the media, even the artists on the red carpet couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

The netizens who were watching the live broadcast were not so calm.

The barrage was all [AHHHHH][Dad loves you ahhhh][I'm dead with this waist][Wife! ! !]The screen is swiped.

On the red carpet, the media took her longer than anyone else.

"Can An Wen take a look here?"

"Look this way, An Wen!"

An Wen also knew that she was beautiful, she smiled and looked at the camera of the media, although she was shivering from the cold.

Turning around, the white and tender waist that was exposed was also frantically photographed by the media. An Wen lifted her skirt and started to go up the stairs.

If you look closely, you can see some wrinkles on her legs, which are the flesh-colored long johns that were squeezed out by the movement of going upstairs.

On the stairs, An Wen put down her skirt, turned around and continued to let the media shoot.

The action is beautiful, and the flashes are on and on.

Then, An Wen lifted her skirt and walked up the stairs.

Her every move is so beautiful that some fans screamed while watching the live broadcast.

After the red carpet was over, An Wen was wrapped in a down jacket and trembling, trembling hands while blogging.

The fans are so fast, they have already intercepted An Wen's video.

An Wen watched the video, screaming for her looks like fans.

"It's so beautiful, it's so touching..."

There was no one around, An Wen shook her head in excitement.

"Let's go to the next outfit!"

Seeing that she was obsessed with styling, Song Jia couldn't help but reminded: "This time the focus is on "Double". If "Double" wins the Golden Bear Award, and you win a best actress, you will be a god in Hollywood."

"Sister Song, you are more nervous than me every time this time comes."

An Wen is used to giving herself a way out and not letting herself have too much expectations, while Song Jia is on the contrary, she wants to get it too much, and she is exhausted physically and mentally after every award.

"Opportunities are rare. If you miss this time, you don't know when you will have another chance."

Blessed by Venice Berlin, Golden Lion + Golden Bear, there is no rule in Berlin that a film can only win one award.

As long as An Wen won the Berlin Best Actress, she would get three gold medals. Although she was not as good as Ruo Bing, she was not far behind.

"Do your best and obey the destiny. The work has already come out and we can only wait now. Sister Song, don't put too much pressure on me."

On such a cold day, Song Jia's forehead was sweating.