Xiaopujie [entertainment circle]

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Ren Yuqing, an old drama star of a generation, passed away, and unexpectedly transmigrated into a beautiful 19-year-old girl.

With acting skills and good looks, and being the best movie queen Huo Qingzhi, isn't she walking sideways in the entertainment circle? !

Ren Yuqing is only worried: What if Huo Qingzhi finds out that her soul is 90 years old if she loses her horse?

Huo Qingzhi: It doesn't matter, I'm your little fan girl.

In fact, before being reborn, Huo Qingzhi never thought that not only would he win the Best Actress, but he would also sleep with an idol.

High-cold and rebellious little actress x black-bellied and gentle old drama

Since Xiao Lu started treatment, she has been bored in the nursing home, at most she just took a walk in the small garden.

This was the first time she went shopping, and it was a brand new city, Xiao Lu felt that everything she saw was new.

Even those cookie-cutter shopping malls have different interests in her opinion.

Seeing her looking around, Xu Qiang smiled and said, "Have you been out for a long time?"

"Well," Xiao Lu became a little more cheerful, "it's boring to be alone."

Xu Qiang asked, "Where's Liu Lulu?"

Xiao Lu said, "I don't want to go shopping with her."

Although Liu Lulu is a nice person, Xiao Lu only likes to play with friends, but she is not interested in meeting new friends now.

Xu Qiang smiled: "I will try to come over as often as possible in the future."

Xiao Lu froze for a moment, then said, "No need..."

Xu Qiang said: "It's okay, there are activities here too, don't think too much about it."

Xiao Lu knew she was comforting herself, but she still nodded.

The lights in the shopping mall were bright, and Xu Qiang was wearing sunglasses, but Xiao Lu still felt that her smile was sweet, like a candy.

Xu Qiang's shopping is still her usual style, first she found a dessert shop to sit down, ordered a banana split and strawberry parfait, and looked at her with her face in her hands.

Xiao Lu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Are you going to eat banana boats all over the country?"

Xu Qiang nodded confidently and said, "Yes."

The craftsmanship of this dessert shop is good, with layers of strawberry parfaits, creamy sweetness, and strawberries are so cute, Xiao Lu couldn't help taking several photos.

Unfortunately, when she picked up the spoon to scoop up the strawberry, her right hand shook, and the strawberry and the spoon fell to the ground.

Xiao Lu looked down at the ground, and when she raised her face again, her eyes were filled with tears.

"I don't want that," she said.

Her voice was very soft, but Xu Qiang still heard it.

Xiao Lu's voice was very soft, as if she was hiding endless pain, trapping her in it, unable to get out.

Xu Qiang said, "It's okay, it will be fine soon."

Xiao Lu lowered her head, pressed the tissue to her eyes, and said softly, "I can't hold anything with my hands now, I don't know what's wrong with it."

Xu Qiang said, "It's just a little tired."

Xu Qiang changed seats, sat beside her, hugged her shoulders, and let her lean on him.

Xiao Lu just shed tears silently and said, "I'm very scared."

For the first time, she revealed her fear to Xu Qiang. In front of a cup of Buffy with strawberries dropped on the table, Xiao Lu hugged her head to prevent anyone from seeing her painful expression.

Xu Qiang hugged Xiao Lu who was in a ball into her arms, and comforted softly: "It's okay, it will get better."

She left the shopping mall with Xiao Lu, who kept her head down to hide her tears, and sat in a taxi. Xu Qiang casually mentioned the location and asked the driver to drive.

Xu Qiang pretended to have everything under control, but she could neither stop Xiao Lu's tears, nor heal Xiao Lu's hands.

For the first time she felt so powerless.

Taxi circles around in the bustling city, the midsummer has passed, the autumn wind blows the fallen leaves on the ground, they spin around and land on the side of the road, waiting to be trampled.

Xu Qiang didn't know how far the car had driven until the driver stopped the car and asked her helplessly:

"Miss, if you have no place to go, this hotel is not bad, with a hot spring."

Xiao Lu stopped her tears and looked a little numb. Hearing this, she turned to look at Xu Qiang and asked:

"Is there too little time for your publicity meeting tomorrow?"

Xu Qiang made a rough calculation and was in a hurry, but seeing the vague expectation in Xiao Lu's eyes, she thanked the driver and walked into the hotel with her.

The light in the room was dim, Xiao Lu lowered her head and said softly: "I will feel more at ease when you are by my side."

Knowing that she wanted to escape from the hospital, Xu Qiang simply smiled cheerfully and said, "It's already here, how about going to a hot spring?"

Xiao Lu was taken aback, but Xu Qiang had already left the bathrobe in the closet on the bed, picked up the hot spring ticket, and took her hand to go out.

Xu Qiang has always been this kind of style of doing what he says, and every time Xiao Lu is taken away by her, he will feel at ease.

Xiao Lu is too aware of her indecision character.

If Xu Qiang hadn't gone forward bravely, there wouldn't be any stories between them.

The hot spring water flooded over the skin, making Xiao Lu relax for a while.

It was getting dark, and gradually there were stars.

Xiao Lu temporarily forgot about the hospital, her injuries, and the inspiration that tortured her.

Only Xu Qiang remained in her eyes.

Xu Qiang leaned against the wall of the pool, her long hair was coiled up, a few strands of wet hair fell on her cheeks, her skin glowed like pearls in the night.

She is so pretty.

Xiao Lu sighed sincerely, reaching out to brush her hair.

"What are you doing?" Xu Qiang grabbed her hand and looked at her with a smile.

Xiao Lu's fingers were entangled with hers, and the distance became extremely close for a moment, the tips of their noses seemed to touch the tips of their noses, and their hot breath lingered on each other's cheeks.

Xu Qiang rubbed the tip of her nose and said softly, "I miss you so much."

"Me too," Xiao Lu moved closer to her, "I miss you so much every...every night."

It's hard to tell who kissed whom first, but the kiss was soft and restrained, lingering on the lips lightly, always only gentle.

"Golden Rose" promotional meeting.

Chen Wu found that Xu Qiang was a little different today.

Xu Qiang, who has been surrounded by low air pressure for almost half a month, actually walks in small skips today.

Chen Wu grabbed her and said, "Take it easy, and be careful not to step on your skirt."

Xu Qiang smiled and said, "No."

There seemed to be pink bubbles on her body, looking gentle and sweet.

Chen Wu helplessly led her to the stage, while exhorting: "Professionalism, professionalism."

Xu Qiang nodded, and replied very heartily: "I understand, you can rest assured."

Chen Wu nervously watched her go on stage, took the microphone in the hand of the field controller, followed the host's words, showed a charming smile, and even cast a wink at the audience.

Xu Qiang's performance in the publicity conference has always been very good. Chen Wu watched her interact with the audience freely, joked with the host, and finally introduced her new work "Golden Rose". Xu Qiang was too beautiful to be real.

According to the previous communication process, after watching the trailer, the organizer will send some photos and posters signed by Xu Qiang, and Xu Qiang retreated from the stage to the backstage, holding Chen Wu back.

Chen Wu waved her hand impatiently, and said, "What are you doing? If you want to watch a movie, go and watch it. Don't leave it here to hinder me."

Xu Qiang smiled and said, "Aren't I afraid that you will worry about me?"

Chen Wu glanced at her up and down, and said, "How old are you? I'm still worried about you? Go quickly, I have a place for you."

Xu Qiang hurriedly changed her dress and went directly to the theater to find Xiao Lu.

The seat Chen Wu reserved for them was in the small box on the second floor, facing the screen, very suitable for watching movies.

Xiao Lu was already waiting for her, Xu Qiang quietly opened the door and went in, just as the opening credits of the movie started playing.

Xiao Lu asked softly, "Is it a little rushed?"

Xu Qiang smiled and said, "Fortunately...we have caught up."

Xiao Lu nodded, and stuffed a candy in Xu Qiang's palm.

Xu Qiang asked, "Why?"

Xiao Lu said, "It's very sweet."

In the darkness, Xu Qiang could not see that her face was slightly red.

Xu Qiang peeled off the sugar wrapper, and the tip of her tongue touched the sweetness one after another, like an overripe fruit, exuding a charming fragrance.

She wants to tell Xiao Lu... In fact, you are sweeter.

It's just that it's inconvenient for her to speak, the movie has already started.

This is not the first time for Xiao Lu to watch "Golden Rose", but compared to the screening at Xu Qiang's house, this movie is obviously more shocking.

The plot of "Golden Rose" is simple, but what is fascinating is the way of expression.

Wen Li is really good at telling stories, filming a simple story with ups and downs, full of highlights everywhere.

Xiao Lu was fascinated, staring at the screen without turning his eyes.

Xu Qiang sat beside her, holding her face and looking at her.She wanted to ask Xiao Lu, is the movie really good to watch?Xu Qiang has re-watched "The Golden Rose" so many times that she really can't watch it anymore.

Although the movie attracted Xiao Lu, what attracted Xiao Lu even more was Xu Qiang in the movie.

She is so beautiful.

Seaweed-like long hair, indifferent eyes, slender and slender fingers, thin back, red lips, and a rebellious expression on a flawless face, Xiao Lu was fascinated by everything.

How could Wen Li understand Xu Qiang's beauty so well?

For a moment, Xiao Lu felt a little jealous.

She thought of her unfinished drawings, among those flying lines, Xu Qiang's gaze was outlined, only one tenth of her beauty.

On the big screen, Xu Qiang turned around, and the camera gradually moved down. She stepped on the bluestone slab with her bare feet, and the raindrops kept falling on her side, winding down from her white jade-like legs, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Xiao Lu finally covered her lips and murmured: "It's so beautiful..."

Xu Qiang knew that this was the end, and her reaction would not affect Xiao Lu watching the movie.

Xu Qiang hugged her and whispered in her ear:

"are you talking about me?"

Xiao Lu turned her head, looked at her with full eyes, and said, "You are so beautiful."

Before Xu Qiang could react, Xiao Lu had already picked up her phone and snapped several photos of her.

Xu Qiang asked, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Lu said innocently: "Leave your beautiful moment."

Xu Qiang was speechless for a moment, so she could only tap her on the forehead, in exchange for Xiao Lu's laughter.

After the screening, Xu Qiang sent Xiao Lu back to the nursing home.

Missing two days of rehabilitation activities, the nurse's complexion was a little pale, but seeing Xiao Lu's complexion was quite good, she still said to Xu Qiang: "Being in a better mood is conducive to recovery."

Xiao Lu recovered a little vitality, smiled and waved to Xu Qiang.

Watching Xu Qiang leave the nursing home, Xiao Lu returned to her room.

There are still piles of waste manuscripts on her desk, and there are all kinds of Xu Qiang inside.

Xiao Lu once thought that she would never look at this pile of things again, but after reading "The Golden Rose", she turned over the manuscript paper again and circled some of the pictures with a pen.

She finally understood that beauty and perfection had nothing to do with each other.

In front of Xu Qiang's dazzling beauty in "Golden Rose", Xiao Lu's previous persistence and overturning have become a joke.

Xiao Lu calmed down and was able to face herself and her works again.