Xie Dang wrapped a cigarette and a lighter in a scarf, handed them to Jiang Jiusheng, and said in a nasty voice, "There are no women's cigarettes, these are men's. They taste strong, and only half a cigarette is allowed."
Jiang Jiusheng took it and smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Junior Brother."
Xie Dang hummed and raised his chin arrogantly: "Call me Master Xie."
Jiang Jiusheng took the cigarette and stood up: "I'm going out to smoke, let me go."
"..."
Xie Dang gave him a cold look, turned his head and left, and before he took a few steps, he was bumped into by a woman who was coming towards him. From Jiang Jiusheng's point of view, no matter how you look at it, it seems deliberate. If it's not finding fault, it's throwing yourself in his arms, but...
Without a single pause, Xie Dang pushed the woman staggering for three or four steps. The woman stumbled and staggered because of the long skirt under her feet, and she was so embarrassed.
Jiang Jiusheng laughed, Xie Dang, the 'unruly princess'!
The woman's complexion was not very good, she swayed to and fro, revealing a big patch of spring on her chest, and she looked flustered: "I'm sorry, thank you teacher, are you okay?"
After finishing speaking, the woman with pale face was about to step forward to comfort her.
Xie Dang immediately backed away, gave the woman a cold look, and corrected her: "My name is Master Xie."
"..."
Xie Dang was a national first-class musician at a young age. Men and women in the circle, young and old, all called him Teacher Xie, of course, excluding Jiang Jiusheng, the closed disciple of the Xie family.
But Master Xie, that is the title of Xie Dang and his father.
The woman opened her mouth, a little at a loss, but she didn't call out.
"Are you one meter five?" Xie Dang asked suddenly.
The woman froze for a moment, her beautiful face froze: "...I'm 1.57 meters." Wearing high heels, I'm almost 1.7 meters, and 1.5 meters is a bit too much.
Not knowing what the other party meant, he looked up and down with his eyes.
The woman is at a loss,
After looking at it, Xie Dang decided: "No more than 1.55 meters."
"..."
She is 1.54 meters tall, but which artist would not lie about a few centimeters! What the hell is Princess Xie thinking? She just wanted to catch the heat and brush her face. Isn't it okay to be wrong
"You don't want to wear this kind of skirt at such a height." Xie Dang folded his hands, walked past the woman, and looked down, "It looks even shorter."
"..."
Can you insult people like this because you are a group favorite? Can you be so lawless if you are public? They are all over 1 meter tall, so why do you have an aura of 2.8 meters!
With a livid face, the female artist said sorry, took her bag and left.
Artists who are on the sidelines are all used to it. Xie Dang is a man with a good fate, a good family background, a good talent, a coquettish and vicious tongue, a bad temper, and the ability to go crazy. At the beginning, the reporters and media friends read between the lines Criticize the evil and promote the good, but you can't hold back and thank him. After not mixing in the entertainment industry, there are still countless reinforcements. Fans spoil him, spoil him, and coax him. Who dares to write a bad sentence, Xie Dangjia The brainless fans can smash the news agency.
Besides, Master Xie has peaches and plums all over the world, and the old-timers in the music world don't look at the monk's face but also look at the Buddha's face.
It's no wonder that the rookie who is 1.54 meters tall wants to catch the heat.
The entertainers' lounge was on the second floor, which was not open to the media. Jiang Jiusheng randomly found a vent near the window, took a bite of the cigarette, and lit the lighter with the wind in his hand.
Men's cigarettes were pungent, strong and irritating. Jiang Jiusheng took a few puffs, exhaled a puff of white smoke slowly, and squinted his eyes comfortably.
Across a corridor, there was a faint sound, it was a man and a woman.
Jiang Jiusheng bit his cigarette and looked around lazily.
The woman wore a dark blue dress with gradual shades. The skirt was embroidered with stars, and her waist was narrowed. She turned sideways, exquisite and graceful, very slim.
She raised her hand and gently tugged at the cuff of the man's suit: "Don't be angry."
The tone is charming and cautious.
"Let go." The man cherished his words like gold, and his tone was slightly cold.
The woman shook her head: "I don't."
There was a bit of shyness in the style, the woman pulled the cuff of the man's suit, shaking it back and forth, her eyes were full of admiration and tenderness, she raised her head, revealing the fine lines on her neck, the woman was not considered young, nor did she look delicate, The victory lies in the charming temperament, like a peony in flowering period, gorgeous.
However, the man was a little indifferent, and his tone sank a bit: "There will be reporters."
"They dare not write indiscriminately."
It can be seen that in this entanglement, men are strong and women are weak, only this sentence, the woman said it with some momentum, but the man's attitude is still concise.
"I don't want to have any gossip with you."
"I know." With a bit of aggrieved tone, the woman let go of her hand obediently, and coaxed softly, "Don't be angry, okay? I will listen to you from now on, and I won't make arbitrary claims anymore."
How emotional, would be so trembling and retreat again and again.
Jiang Jiusheng recognized this woman. The second lady of the Wen family in Yuncheng, a girl trained by a banker, was able to take charge at a young age. Warner Films and Television, her subsidiary, had only been in her hands for five years, and she had secured a place in the entertainment industry. Wen Er The young lady has a very strong temperament, and she doesn't want to look like such a small woman.
Thirty-five years old, a single strong woman, what kind of man can pick this sonorous rose and let it bend down to this point.
The man's face could not be seen, but Jiang Jiusheng was very familiar with his voice. She shook the cigarette between her fingers and approached.
The phone rang suddenly.
The man pulled the woman, and then entered the stairs, the door slammed loudly with a bang.
Jiang Jiusheng frowned, stopped, and took out the phone from his handbag.
Mo Bing asked, "Where is it?"
"Second floor."
"smokes?"
"Um."
Mo Bing didn't bother to talk about her anymore, he was too addicted to cigarettes, so he didn't care.
Jiang Jiusheng asked Mo Bing, "Are you there?"
"Well, it's already at the door."
Jiang Jiusheng was silent again. Mo Bing was parking the car over there. Hearing the horns of passing vehicles, she said in a low voice, "Mo Bing."
"Um?"
"Is Lin Anzhi here today?" Jiang Jiusheng's tone was light and emotionless.
Mo Bing got out of the car, walked into the clubhouse, and returned to Jiang Jiusheng's words after entering the gate: "Well, he and the crew."
"When will you make it public?"
Mo Bing was surprised, Jiang Jiusheng never intervened in the affairs between her and Lin Anzhi, it seemed that there was something in his words: "After his movie is released at the end of the year, what's going on?"
There was a moment of hesitation.
Jiang Jiusheng said, "I heard a voice just now, very similar to Lin Anzhi."
Mo Bing quickly asked: "There are women?"
Her manager has always been a smart woman, and Jiang Jiusheng didn't hesitate: "Well, Wen Shuning from Warner Films."
Mo Bing said without hesitation, "It's not Lin Anzhi."
"So sure?"
As an outsider, Jiang Jiusheng was not sure. A woman is talented and a man is good-looking, one is full of charm, the other is in full bloom, nothing is absolute. Besides, Lin Anzhi left for Wen's Warner Films for no reason at the beginning.
There was a moment of silence on the phone.
Mo Bing said: "I have known him since I was fourteen, and I trust him more than I trust myself."
Lin Anzhi was an orphan. He was adopted by Mo Bing's parents when he was fourteen years old. At the age of sixteen, he first fell in love with Mo Bing. They were each other's first love. It has been fourteen years now.