Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

There will be more awards one after another, but with this episode, everyone is now watching the show, and I don't know how Sang Jiuqing and Wen Yan will tear it up in private.

Bo Luocheng's face was not good, and he made his woman lose face by thinking he was dead, so she got up and went to the backstage.

The awards ceremony was about to end, and the organizer came out with sweat on his face and said that it was a temporary extra link. In order to give back to the fans, a few of the phone numbers that participated in the voting for the most popular awards were selected as lucky fans, and the organizers Great gift to send.

This was the first time in the Academy Awards, the scroll wheel on the screen kept turning, after the male actors were drawn, it was soon the actress's turn.

First of all, Sang Jiuqing's fans, the organizer randomly selected a few, and asked the program team to call out.

"Hi, hello, are you a fan of Sang Jiuqing?"

The other party was obviously a little confused.

"We are here for the Academy Awards ceremony."

"Ah!! I am! Is Goddess Sang next to me? I love her! Tell her that I will always support her! It doesn't matter if you don't get an award! She is still the best in our hearts!!"

Before the organizer could speak, the little fans crackled and said a long paragraph, and the audience immediately burst into laughter.

Sang Jiuqing also had a smile on his face.

The next few phone calls were like this, very enthusiastic, and some even started crying, which made many people sigh, Sang Jiuqing's fans are really warm, straightforward, enthusiastic, and simple.

It was the turn of Wen Yan's fans. After all, he won the award, so it stands to reason that the fans should be more enthusiastic.

"Excuse me, are you a fan of Wen Yan?"

The other party was silent for a while, and then said impatiently, "You have dialed the wrong number!" Then there was no further text.

Wen Yan had a bit of embarrassment on his face, but he still suppressed a smile.

the second.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty."

The third.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty."

……

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more embarrassing, and the sweat on the organizer's head became more and more. Everyone now fully understood that their feelings were faked in the voting.

The audience in front of the screen is not calm anymore.

"Damn it, you're so shameless, you actually swipe tickets!!"

"Was this Wen Yan pretending to be grand just now? It turns out that this award should have belonged to Sang Jiuqing!!"

"Tsk tsk, this brush is not so much!"

The scene also began to whisper, Wen Yan's forehead was overflowing with sweat, and the hand holding the trophy became whiter and whiter. I only felt that the people around me looked at her so strangely, contemptuously, and disdainfully, and the panic in my heart grew bigger and bigger. What is it? What's going on, she doesn't understand.

The organizer wiped his sweat with a paper towel, and now it's over. Someone in the background has exposed the fact that someone swiped the ticket. Young Master Bai should have known about it a long time ago, so he came up with this method.

The atmosphere was very delicate, everyone looked at Wen Yan, Wen Yan's face was pale, and he suddenly wanted to disappear from this place, to escape these gazes, no matter where he went, anyway, don't let these people look at her like this again.

"Miss Wen Yan, please return your trophy to the podium. The organizer will recount and announce the result."

These words were already polite enough, and she didn't directly tell her about the tickets, but Wen Yan felt that she was really ashamed, even more embarrassing than Sang Jiuqing just now, why is it Sang Jiuqing again! !
She got up and walked towards the podium, feeling that every step was suffering, the substantive gaze seemed to burn through her body, she wanted to throw the trophy on the ground, wanted to yell, but she couldn't, she wanted to Return the trophy with a smile, without showing any emotion.

Now she became a complete joke, and that bitch Sang Jiuqing won again.

Wen Yan's eyes were full of unwillingness, and she clenched her fists tightly after returning to her seat. She really didn't know why someone would swipe their tickets.

According to the organizer's statistics, hundreds of millions of viewers are waiting in front of the screen, while the people at the scene are completely watching a show. This entertainment industry has no true friends. You step on me, I step on you, in front of the camera You still have to grit your teeth and call you brothers, you can't hold back.

After a while, the results came out. Sang Jiuqing led by [-] votes and ranked first. The red figure walked up to the podium step by step and took the trophy again. There were only four simple words——Thank you everyone .

Neither humble nor overbearing, with ups and downs, the arrogance and elegance of her body seem to be innate, and will not be reduced by half because she is at a disadvantage, or she should be so willful in the first place.

The fans in front of the screen immediately became overwhelmed, and they finally let go of their gripping hearts. Instead of sarcasm Wen Yan, they were jubilant in their own small world.

Holding the trophy, Sang Jiuqing sat down quietly, raised her eyebrows when she saw Bo Luocheng standing in the shadows, took out her phone and started editing text messages.

——Bai Shao, I'm in a good mood tonight, let's go to your house to play~

Bo Luocheng turned on the phone and saw the news, the corners of his mouth twitched, he let out a low laugh, and moved his fingertips.

--Um.

After the end, as soon as the few people walked out of the theater, a circle of reporters came up and caught Sang Jiuqing and started asking questions.

"Miss Sang, does this award mean anything to you?"

"Miss Sang, have you offended your senior Wen Yan by doing this?"

Sang Jiuqing was surrounded by too many people, and she didn't bring bodyguards with her, so it could be said that she couldn't move an inch.

It was a bit difficult for An Hong to block it by herself. Just as she was thinking about how to get out, a man wearing a hat and a mask came over. He was wearing a security uniform and held Sang Jiuqing in his arms. Covering the microphone, he walked out of the reporter's encirclement step by step.

An Hong was dumbfounded, and Sang Jiuqing was also dumbfounded. This Boluo City looked like a fucking thing in his uniform.

And all the reporters were staring at Sang Jiuqing, how could they pay attention to the security guard who came over suddenly, so they undoubtedly missed another big news.

But that's not the case when the video of the scene is broken online. Netizens are always sharp-eyed, and soon someone will freeze the picture, and then keep zooming in and out...

What the hell! ! !

"This is Young Master Bai! Young Master Bai is working as a security guard for Sang Jiuqing?! I must not have woken up yet!"

"It's Young Master Bai, I remember the arc of his eyebrows raised!"

"Could it be just a similarity? Anyway, I don't think it's possible. People like Mr. Bai..."

The speculation on the Internet was strong, but Boluo City didn't take it seriously, and hugged Sang Jiuqing after getting into the car.

"very happy?"

Bo Luocheng tore apart the opponent's hair, and the big wavy hair slipped down onto his legs in an instant, and his fingers were gently inserted in, stroking softly.

"Of course I'm happy. Wen Yan once taught me a lesson is not enough, so I dare to come a second time."

Sang Jiuqing closed her eyes and hooked the corners of her mouth, but she didn't stop Boluo City from making trouble.

"It's not her this time."

"Oh? That is?"

"Sang Mo."

As soon as the name came out, Sang Jiuqing's eyes slowly opened. A smile flashed in his eyes at first, and then his tone darkened, with a mocking tone.

"He can't sit still."

Bo Luocheng raised his eyebrows, and suddenly pinched Sang Jiuqing's chin with his fingertips, forcing the other party to look at him, his gaze became dangerous, and his voice was sinister.

"I've covered this beforehand. Let's figure it out. You left me tonight and turned around to hook up with Mu Bing."

Sang Jiuqing secretly said "Oops", how could she forget this, the smile on her face became even more seductive.

Just at this time, the car stopped, and Bo Luocheng hugged Sang Jiuqing across his arms. After entering the room, he threw a handkerchief on his face in disgust.

"Wash the shit off your face."

Sang Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, pulled the handkerchief aside, raised her face, and spoke provocatively.

"Why, why don't you keep your mouth shut?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Boluo City rushed over, gritted his teeth and smiled and tore off the skirt on her body.

"Don't cry tonight!"

The two of them were chatting together in the room, while Sang Mo, who was sitting in front of the computer on the other side, had an extremely gloomy face.

"You said that Bo Luo City knew that I did it?"

"Yes, Mr. Sang."

Sang Mo frowned. This playboy in Boluo City seemed to have some sincerity towards Sang Jiuqing. If Sang Yun International was implicated because of this, it would be too uneconomical.

Just as she was thinking about it, Wen Yan walked in, her face was pale, her eyes were frightened and angry, but she still tried her best to hold back herself, trembling all over.

"Why do you do this? Do you know that now that I've become the laughing stock of the entire imperial capital, that bitch Sang Jiuqing is even more proud now! I was trampled on by her! I can't lift my head at all!"

Wen Yan's voice became sharper at the end, and his eyes stared at Sang Mo resentfully.

A trace of impatience flashed in Sang Mo's eyes. In terms of IQ, this Wen Yan and his pampered sister are not at all comparable to Sang Jiuqing's one finger, so it's no wonder he lost so badly.

"If you don't swipe your ticket, do you think you can beat Sang Jiuqing? Wen Yan, you are too naive. You have been going downhill these years. Sang Jiuqing is more beautiful and younger than you, so naturally he is more popular. You To recognize the reality earlier, I am helping you."

Wen Yan's face turned even paler when he heard the other party's words, how could she not be able to beat Sang Jiuqing!Wait!She'll make that bitch pay!

……

After a night of tenderness, Boluo City pulled Sang Jiuqing to the company early in the morning, so during the tense meeting, the senior executives only saw a woman sitting and yawning, facing the sun, her long hair draped behind her, faint His eyes are closed, his eyelashes cast thick shadows, his lips are slightly hooked...

The temperature in the meeting room suddenly dropped.

"looks good?"

The high-level people were shocked, their whole body was cold, and they all lowered their heads.Only the newcomer who had just climbed up from the corner gave an honest "hmm", and everyone lowered their heads.