"The reality show you recorded was aired last night, and the effect was surprisingly good." As he walked to the lounge, Mo Bing joked, "I didn't know that you don't have any sense of variety, but you look so There is a sense of variety.”
Jiang Jiusheng didn't say a word, but raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mo Bing.
Here is her post: "There is a variety show the day after tomorrow, I suggest you go." From her professional point of view, Jiang Jiusheng's reputation in the singer circle is enough, but she is too low-key, and singers are no better than actors and traffic artists. Rates and circles are limited in the end.
Jiang Jiusheng drank half a glass of water, neither agreed nor objected, and asked Mo Bing, "Is it too late?"
"The program team said that you can afford to wait."
Jiang Jiusheng had just won the Best Female Singer. It was the time when it was very popular, and a new album was released. The topic remained high, and many programs wanted to invite her.
She thought about it: "Send me the script for a look."
"OK, I will send you your mobile phone later, and you will reply to me in the afternoon."
Jiang Jiusheng nodded.
After finishing the business, Mo Bing began to care about the personal affairs of his own artists: "Shengsheng, your title song has elements of love mixed in, and you haven't told me how you got the material." The media will definitely ask, and the words are consistent with the outside world.
Jiang Jiusheng thought about it, then turned around suddenly, and said in a serious tone, "Mo Bing, I might be falling in love." After a pause, he added solemnly, "He Shi Jin."
Sure enough, the material was collected by a doctor.
Mo Bing shrugged: "You think I'm stupid, can't you see?"
Jiang Jiusheng was very surprised, she never told Mo Bing formally.
"When you saw Dr. Shi, your eyeballs were glued on." Mo Bing mercilessly pierced her, "When you were drunk, did you want to kill Dr. Shi while you were drunk?"
"..."
It turns out that in the eyes of outsiders, she looks like a wolf like a tiger. Jiang Jiusheng is distressed, is he too eager for success
Mo Bing looked at her distressed face and thought it was funny.
In fact, she had already guessed that Doctor Shi was a fan of Jiang Jiusheng. No wonder she suddenly became concerned about fan management.
Jiang Jiusheng can be regarded as dull in terms of the relationship between men and women, so much so that at this age, the iron tree has never bloomed, but it seems that it is not so unexpected if the object is Doctor Shi. Mo Bing thinks about it, the two There are indeed signs of people all the time, at least, she has been taking care of Jiang Jiusheng for three years, and she has never seen her covet anyone's hand, Doctor Shi is the only exception.
Mo Bing suddenly became curious: "Where are we now?"
Jiang Jiusheng entered the lounge, closed the door, and said frankly, "I haven't caught up yet."
Chase.
She actually used this word, it seems that she really fell for it.
Mo Bing suddenly felt like a young girl in my family: "I can't give you advice. I've always been straightforward. However, it's not suitable for Doctor Shi to take or rob. He's a real nobleman."
In the 21st century, when talking about a gentleman like Lan, Mo Bing only obeys Shi Jin, such a man who is so elegant and profound, he has to spend all his time to get him, how can he be an ordinary mortal.
Jiang Jiusheng frowned, but also at a loss, a little anxious, and didn't know what to do.
Mo Bing comforted her: "Take your time, believe me, if you are serious, few men will not be tempted." Mo Bing still has this confidence. Jiang Jiusheng may not know how charming she is. It couldn't be clearer, and the topic changed, "However, before you get the person, I don't suggest you disclose it to the media."
Jiang Jiusheng nodded, that's what she meant too.
"Liu Xu, do you have any other plans?" Mo Bing suddenly remembered this.
Jiang Jiusheng twitched the corners of his mouth, with a half-smile: "I'll be happy if she doesn't like it." After thinking about it, "Don't wait for the afternoon, I'll go to the show you mentioned."
Mo Bing raised his eyebrows: "What?"
"I want time for a song."
"Playing songs?" Mo Bing was surprised, her artist had never been on any show for playing songs.
Jiang Jiusheng shook his head, and bent his eyes meaningfully: "It's singing for Liu Xu."
Mo Bing understood, this is to add trouble to others.
The door of the lounge was pushed open, it was Xie Dang who brought two cups of coffee, and he kicked the door shut again with his foot.
"Jiang Jiusheng."
Jiang Jiusheng looked at him: "Huh?"
"For you." Xie Dang handed over a cup of coffee.
Jiang Jiusheng took it, smelled it, the original flavor was her taste, and said with a smile, "Thanks."
Xie Dang seemed unhappy, walked up to her, brushed his bangs on his forehead intentionally or unintentionally, and asked her angrily, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Jiang Jiusheng didn't react.
He gritted his back molars, and plucked the hair around his ears, his tone was irritable and aggressive: "Look, am I very handsome today?"
She examined it for a moment, then nodded seriously: "Yes."
Gone
Xie Dang was furious, and accused her: "You are perfunctory!"
Jiang Jiusheng laughed and stopped teasing him: "You changed your hairstyle."
Hearing this, Mo Bing moved his gaze from the phone screen to Xie Dang's head, shit! His dominant natural wool curls are gone!
Is this still Xie Dang
He scratched the back of his head, hummed softly, and glanced at Jiang Jiusheng with the end of his eyes, with a capitalized and bold expression written on his face—come and praise me, praise me!
Jiang Jiusheng commented solemnly: "You are more suitable for natural wool rolls."
Xie Dang, waiting for praise: "..."
In a second, his handsome face turned black.
Damn, she also said yesterday that this hairstyle looks good.
That's right, Xie Dang wanted to accompany Jiang Jiusheng on tour, so he took a fashion magazine and asked her which outfit looked good.
Jiang Jiusheng chose one set at the time, and Xie Dang ordered the other without hesitation, saying that Jiang Jiusheng's aesthetics were unreliable, so she let him be happy, and then they talked from suits to models.
She said casually: "This person looks good."
Xie Dang leaned over, stared at the male model on the cover of the magazine, looked at it again and again, with a look of disgust on his face: "Where is it good?" It was clearly ugly, not as white as him, not as tall as him, not as thin as him, and not as good-looking as his hands.
"It's a nice haircut," she said.
Xie Dang glanced at it, isn't it just a perm, he must be 10,000 times prettier than this man when he gets a perm.
Then, he permed his hair that night, straightened all the natural wool curls that he had kept for more than 20 years, and made heart-shaped bangs, which lasted all night.
She's fine, she doesn't boast about her looks.
Xie Dang was so angry that he grabbed the hair that the stylist had carefully groomed for him, snorted, snatched the coffee back from Jiang Jiusheng's hand, and glanced at her coldly: "A person like you who doesn't understand aesthetics is not qualified Drink coffee."
Shaking his head, he left angrily, and the door was thrown up by him.
Jiang Jiusheng: "..."
Moody, it is Xie Dang.
"Sheng Sheng."
"Um."
Mo Bing hesitated: "Xie Dang, is he?" Before he finished speaking, he closed his mouth again.