Pet hot search [Entertainment circle]

In June, France, Paris, where Men's Fashion Week is held, is very bustling; during this week, countless fashion lovers, big and small stars and Internet celebrities come and fill the city.

Internet celebrities big and small were either invited, or they worked hard to get a ticket, lined up in the sun for hours, and entered the show sweating; everyone did their best to pass this competition. Xiu slightly improved her fashion style.

but.

Whether it's bowing your head and begging for a free ticket from the brand, or queuing up sweating - none of this has anything to do with Wang Ping.

As the world's most valuable and top-ranked luxury brand Aurora, the first male global spokesperson in history, Wang Ping only needs to take an extended Lincoln to arrive at the Louvre, and then, under the escort of a dozen bodyguards, calmly step over the crowd Envious eyes, just walk into the show located above the Louvre.

Even in the backstage of the big show, Wang Ping's makeup area is a corner separate from others, enjoying a quiet and calm all to himself.

A special person brought coffee to Wang Ping, and the stylist surrounded Wang Ping. Everyone kept discussing every detail about him, trying to make every strand of his hair meet the requirements.

The light ball on the makeup mirror shines, revealing a piece of luxury and brilliance that belongs to Vanity Fair.

Wang Ping has been to such occasions several times, and he has long been used to it. He sat quietly and listened carefully, turning his head from time to time, closing his eyes, and getting up to change clothes as the makeup artist asked.

Today's clothes are a set of pure white shirts with many flowers on them. The fabric of the shirts is very light. After wearing them, it will be automatic without wind.

Wang Ping had just changed his clothes, and the stylist was buttoning him up, when suddenly the noisy voices in the background stopped.

Wang Ping's manager, Ji Zeyang, opened the curtain for him to look out.

Everyone in the background stood up and looked at a man with a cane, sunglasses, white hair and thin, sunken cheeks at the door.

The chief designer of Aurora, the fashion godfather of the entire fashion circle - Jane Hult.

Jane Holt kept his signature cold face, pursed her lips, and walked in from the door as if patrolling the territory.

His expression was always serious, no matter how beautiful the model was, he couldn't arouse his interest.

until……

Holt walked up to Wang Ping.

A smile appeared on Holt's frozen face.

"Ping." Huo Te said, he approached Wang Ping, "You are so beautiful!"

Holt: "It's an honor to meet you, child—for more than half a century, only you have worn my clothes."

Wang Ping smiled and bowed politely: "It's my honor."

Huot looked at Wang Ping as if appreciating a work of art. After nodding, he suddenly frowned and turned to the makeup artist.

"Bring me the gold dust." Holt ordered.

The make-up artist hurriedly found a bottle of gold powder and handed it to Holt, who motioned Wang Ping to lower his head, shook off the gold powder, and added some on Wang Ping's hair.

"very good."

Huot casually threw the bottle to the makeup artist, and patted Wang Ping's hair tip carefully.

A small amount of gold powder shook down like flying snow and hung on the tips of Wang Ping's eyelashes.

Holt patted Wang Ping's wrist: "Let's go at the beginning, I hope you will be full of stars for this show."

In this world-renowned heavyweight fashion show, Huo Te handed over the first place to Wang Ping.This is enough to show that Aurora appreciates and values ​​Wang Ping.

"Of course." Wang Ping smiled slightly.

Holt left satisfied.

Not long after he left, the door of the Aurora show shrouded in the champagne-colored sunset opened, and a group of guests smelling of perfume and cosmetics came in and sat down according to the invitation.

Tonight's show has an ancient Roman-style spiral staircase with white flowers on both sides. All models will walk down this staircase to start their catwalk.

Sitting at the bottom of the stairs, a girl wearing an Aurora haute couture took out her phone.

She opened bilibili regardless of the occasion, and connected to the live broadcast. The name of the live broadcast room: [Look at the opening of Brother Wang Ping's big show! ! ! 】

The live broadcast room has gathered 30 people to watch at the same time.

At six o'clock in the evening, the big show started on time.

Nordic-style neo-classical music sounded in the mid-air of the show, and a small mist rose from the spiral staircase, creating a mysterious atmosphere together with the white flowers.

Wang Ping showed up on the stairs to the music.

The gold powder on his hair shone brightly, as if the sun was lingering on his head, and the pure white clothing complemented him perfectly, as if the gods in Athens mythology had come to the world.

The live broadcast room in the girl's hands was almost flooded with barrage.

Barrage: [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh brother Wang Ping is here! ! ! ! 】

Barrage: [My God, my God, why can someone look so good? ? ? ? ? 】

Barrage: [So fucking handsome! !Fairy? ? ?This is a fairy, right? ? ? 】

Barrage: [The number one face in the entertainment industry! ! !As expected of you! !Wang Ping! 】

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After the big show, there was a celebration banquet. At the celebration banquet, Wang Ping's manager Ji Zeyang received [-] business cards from foreign fashion magazines.

Everyone used high-level words such as "must", "must" and "must" to invite Wang Ping to shoot their magazine covers. Ji Zeyang accepted them all and took Wang Ping back to the hotel to take a closer look.

When Wang Ping returned to the hotel, the first thing he did was rush to the bathroom to wash off the gold powder on his head.

Then she came out wrapped in a bathrobe, jumped onto the sofa, slumped comfortably on the sofa, picked up the phone, and opened it up.

"Life!" Wang Ping sighed, "There is nothing happier than lying on the sofa and playing with a mobile phone."

Ji Zeyang slowly raised his head behind the computer.

"If there is." Wang Ping explained to Ji Zeyang, "That is to lie on the bed and play with the mobile phone."

Ji Zeyang slowly lowered his head to the computer screen again; on the computer were today's pictures sent by the photographer who had just returned to the hotel for Ji Zeyang to choose.

"Hey, my neck really hurts after carrying it all day." Wang Ping sighed, "Brother, why are people in the fashion circle so exaggerated? Can't everyone talk properly?"

Ji Zeyang chose the photos and ignored Wang Ping, which did not prevent Wang Ping from entertaining himself.

Wang Ping suddenly remembered something, and clicked on an app: "By the way, this is the external network, there is no wall, let me see if there are any fine literature from my CP."

Ji Zeyang listened to Wang Ping's long speeches, and glanced at Wang Ping, who was handsome and striking during the catwalk photographed by the studio...

It's really hard to imagine...

Standing on the computer among the pure white flowers, the amazingly good-looking man is the same thing as this thing slumped on the sofa.

Is this really my artist? ? ?

Ji Zeyang fell into a trance:

By what maneuver did I bring him to Paris? ? ?Can even take Aurora's opening? ? ?

Ji Zeyang was at a loss, weak and at a loss.

At a loss, weak and at a loss, Ji Zeyang chose to continue working.

"Brother." Ji Zeyang hadn't worked for more than ten minutes when he saw a person hugging a pillow and sitting opposite him; the person was holding a mobile phone, his eyes were red, and he was extremely cute--shit.

Ah.

He must have watched another masterpiece that tortured his body and mind. Wang Ping is nothing more than these nonsense, and Ji Zeyang has already figured it out.

Ji Zeyang raised his chin, signaling Wang Ping to fart as soon as he could.

"Hey." Wang Ping tilted his head on the pillow, feeling infinitely melancholy, "Why do you say..."

"what why?"

"Why does everyone have sweet love, but I don't?" Wang Ping was very puzzled, "You said that these novels say that if you look good, people will like it-am I not good-looking? How come no one likes me? Do you like it?"

Ji Zeyang looked up from the computer again, looked at Wang Ping in front of him, and couldn't help but sneer.

That's what someone likes.

Last time at the Sanlitun bar, the blond and blue-eyed little brother gave you a glass of wine, chat and flirt according to the standard mode, and then you can run to your bed.

It's good for you, fight with others, five bosses, 666, in the end the boss even moved out the mahjong table, set up a few mahjong tables in the pub overnight, and took turns sitting in the manor.

The paparazzi fucked you up all night, and in the end they could only release with tears—"Wang Ping, promote the quintessence of China."

Women are all sisters; men are all buddies.

It's your turn for sweet love and I'm a ghost.

Oh, by the way, Jin Jiang can't write about ghosts.

Ji Zeyang didn't bother to deal with this troublesome thing. He lowered his head and was about to continue processing work when he suddenly saw a new email notification in the lower right corner of the computer.

Ji Zeyang raised his eyebrows, clicked on the email, and after reading two lines, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, quickly glanced at the sender, and then clicked on WeChat to confirm with this person, and finally Manager Ji took two deep breaths to calm down.

"Wang Ping." Ji Zeyang shouted.

"What." Wang Ping, who has no sweet love, lay down on the table and brushed his fanart with a sad face.

"Is there no sweet love, do you want to know about Niu Niu's director?" Ji Zeyang asked, "Director Wu Guangji's script audition invitation."

"Oh—" Wang Ping lazily said, "...who????"

"Wu Guangji."

"That's the one--the director who is the best at shooting martial arts in China????" Wang Ping lost his composure in an instant. He threw his cell phone and pillow aside, rushed to Ji Zeyang's side, and looked at his computer.

Wu Guangji's latest film is in preparation for filming, with a martial arts script and a dual-male protagonist setting. Audition invitations are being distributed to specific groups of people.

"Is this true???" Wang Ping read the email three times, but still couldn't believe it, "My God! Brother, I'm going! I want to make a movie! Let me go to a movie??"

"Calm down." Ji Zeyang turned off the computer, looked at Wang Ping with serious eyes, "Let me explain clearly to you first."

Looking at Ji Zeyang's serious face, Wang Ping also became serious: "Brother, tell me."

"When you enter the film industry, it is not in the same system as the fashion industry." Ji Zeyang said, "Everything you have in the fashion industry is reset to zero, and you have to work hard from the beginning."

"Ah?" Wang Ping didn't understand, "Yes, then work hard from the beginning, what's wrong?"

Ji Zeyang: "..."

Ji Zeyang: "Also, making a film is not a fashion magazine, let alone a variety show. It is very hard work."

Wang Ping was even more at a loss: "I know, especially for martial arts, you must practice basic skills. I have watched documentaries."

"No." Wang Ping stroked his hair, "Brother Zeyang, are you afraid that I won't be able to endure hardship? You know, I've never been afraid of hard work."

"What's more, many people have dreams, but they don't even have the opportunity to work hard-my dream has come, how can I give up because of hard work?"

Ji Zeyang listened to Wang Ping's words and looked into his eyes at the same time.

He wanted to talk to Wang Ping about the difference in income between devoting the same time to movies or to variety shows, but when he saw Wang Ping, he felt that he didn't need to say so much.

Wang Ping's eyes are very clear.

It may be a bit childish, but it is more pure, which Ji Zeyang finds rare.

Wang Ping rolled around in Vanity Fair, his eyes were clean when he went there, and his eyes were clean when he came back.

Ji Zeyang smiled, downloaded the registration form, sat in front of the computer and began to fill it out for Wang Ping word by word.

Wang Ping opened Weibo, took a selfie without makeup and posted it.

@turn-on Wang Ping: [Please, plastic bottle babies, are you ready!Come with me to a new journey adventure! (Selfie with clear eyes without makeup.JPG)]

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In the middle of the night in France, an application form with Wang Ping's resume was mailed out, and flew along the network cable to the director's assistant's mailbox.

Meanwhile, in the morning sun in China.

Ji walked in a plain black sportswear, with a towel around his neck, and was running on a treadmill.

The glass window in front of him reflected his indifferent eyes, and also reflected the empty room.

Ji Zou's room only had a bed, a desk, a wardrobe and a beautiful display cabinet that was incompatible with the environment.

The furniture, including the bed sheets, were all gray, and Ji Zuo casually threw the trophy for Best Actor at the Venice Film Festival on the table, leaving a layer of dust on it.

Only the glass display case was clean, and on the display stand made of flannelette, the light was softly sprinkled on a button and a school badge.

Amidst the sound of Ji Zou's treadmill, the door slammed softly, and then a chunky young man walked into Ji Zou's room.

Ji Zuo heard the sound, stopped the treadmill, and looked back, it was his assistant.

The assistant's name is Tang Jialin, a fledgling college student, and it's inevitable that he will be a little trembling when facing Ji Zuo.

"Boss." Tang Jialin whispered.

"Ah."

Ji Zuo turned off the treadmill, walked past him, walked into the kitchen, and took out two bottles of iced mineral water from the refrigerator.

Come out, hand a bottle to Tang Jialin: "Drink some water."

"Thank you boss." Tang Jialin stretched out his hand to pick it up in trepidation. When the ice water was handed to him, he accidentally touched Ji Zuo's fingertips.

Tang Jialin shrank from the cold, and couldn't tell whether it was the cold water or the temperature from his boss.

Tang Jialin glanced at Ji Zuo's cold eyes with some fear.

This young man who just turned 16 and won the Best Actor in Venice, whether it is winning the Best Actor, setting up a studio, or investing to make money, takes every step without hesitation, as cold and precise as a robot.

Respected, but also feared.

"What's the matter?" Ji Zuo didn't hear anyone speak for a long time, and raised his eyes to remind.

"Oh boss." Tang Jialin finally remembered the purpose of his visit, and said hastily, "It's about director Wu Guangji's new film, about Wang Ping..."

Ji Zuo suddenly raised his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Go ahead."

The author has something to say: The number one face in the entertainment industry must have a face!

The sweet love you ordered is already online, please pay attention to check -v-

Ah, no cue until Ji Zou, does Ji Zou want me to write a few sentences?

Xiao Ji (obedient): Just write about Brother Wang Ping.

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The one behind is Xiao Wang's red envelope [Xiao Wang:? ? ?Why am I behind? 】