Double Lover [Entertainment]

It was already afternoon when the assistant brought a new cup of coffee.

Pure white square mug, slightly hot to the touch.

This is her third cup of the day.

Given was wearing a pure white, dark gold plaid middle-sized suit with a large lapel, matched with a black shirt, and one of the top buttons was undone.The thick long curly hair was gathered to one side, revealing the slender and slender neck and the silver earrings on the earlobes.

The short straight skirt, covered by a white suit, happened to cover the top of her thighs, giving her a youthful look.

The coffee was gently placed on the table with a soft slap.

She glanced curiously out of the corner of her eye, and saw what Given was browsing.

Then my jaw almost dropped.

Mr. Ji is chasing dramas?

Rarely seen in a hundred years!

Sometimes she was chasing dramas with potato chips in the office next door, and when Given came in and caught her, Given would show a complicated expression: disdain tinged with contempt, and contempt tinged with a sense of superiority.

In the past, she used to say that there is nothing uglier and more boring than domestic TV dramas.Just like those of you who don't work hard.

In the end, she herself was secretly chasing dramas?

But then she understood.

In the picture, a girl wearing a white silk cheongsam flashes past.

With black hair pulled back, bright eyes and white teeth, soft and fair complexion, and a sweet and innocent smile, like an elf passing by in a flash.

That person is ginger tea.

That is Mrs. Ji who was officially announced a few days ago.

Given didn't notice that the assistant was looking at her at all, he just stared at the screen with relish.

The dark pupils are extremely gentle.

Like a sea in the middle of the night, there are moments of ups and downs with emotions, but you can't see it clearly.

Probably because she doesn't watch dramas often, and didn't know that the bullet screen of the video can be turned off, so the bullet screen is always on.

The assistant secretly thought it was bad.

The protagonist of this play is ginger tea.

Play the role of the female lead, a sick and delicate flower.The current social fashion is for strong women, Luo Yan knew that only female elites would be accepted in dramas, but Jiang Cha didn't realize it, and accepted this thunder drama that made her laugh out of the sky.

The plot is not ordinary, it has long been outdated, her role is not pleasing, and her acting skills are even less pleasing.

As soon as the ginger tea came out, the barrage began to bombard.

[Ginger tea is here again]

[The acting skills are sharp, but the person is so beautiful]

[District D! ! ! ]

[vomit! ! ! ]

[Go and watch Luo Yan's movie Slowly, relieve embarrassing cancer]

In the next second, Givenchy's beautiful long eyebrows frowned.His dark eyes seemed to be frozen, and there was no smile.

Then, the thin lips, the corners of the mouth moved slightly, and the eyes were extremely cold.A contemptuous laugh.

This is Givenchy's usual smile.

The assistant has been with her for several years, and she couldn't be more familiar with her.

She blinked, thinking that the video company might be involved in a lawsuit recently.

Given took a deep breath, looking at the swearing words on the screen, his eyes became colder, his slender fingers crackled and tapped the keyboard, and suddenly felt that someone's gaze had been focused on the screen.

At this moment, she paused and noticed the assistant on the side.

Given's eyelids lifted, he glanced at the assistant indifferently: "What's the matter?"

"Bring... coffee for you."

Given looked away again.

Pinch the slender white fingers, blow off the foam, and take a sip.

"What do you think of Ginger Tea's acting skills?"

Given suddenly raised his head and asked softly, "Tell the truth."

Soul torture!

The assistant felt embarrassed, after all, she once booed with the melon-eating crowd and mocked Ginger Tea's acting skills.But at that time, how did she know that the other party was Mrs. Ji?

She blinked.

This is the boss's wife, how could she tell the truth.

Don't exaggerate too much and appear hypocritical, she must boast without showing any trace.

"Ms. Jiang's plays are watched by many people and are very famous."

This is the truth.

Jiang Cha's performances are all TV shows at [-]:[-] p.m., ranging from soap operas to Gongdou dramas.The audience is large, and everyone is very happy to watch it.

Given's expression softened a little, obviously pleased by her.

"I'm asking about acting skills."

She quietly looked into the assistant's eyes, and with the movement of her earrings, there was a little light shining in her eyes.

"Acting skills, we laymen can't see it!"

This is also true.

In fact, some things are very subtle. If no one mentions it, everyone can't find it; but if there are a few negative comments, there will be a large army of people who agree with it.

It's called rhythm.

Because crowds are unconscious.

So, it's strange to say that even though the assistant herself has sprayed ginger tea for a long time, in fact, she hasn't seen anything wrong with ginger tea until now.

Ordinary people watch TV and surf the Internet to relieve stress.

Watch Jiang Cha's drama to decompress, and then spray her, double decompression, double happiness.

Across the network cable, I don't know each other.What's the point of an artist being ridiculed?Nothing.

"Okay. You go out and close the door."

The assistant left and gently closed the door for her.

Given seemed to have peeled off a layer of cold and hard shell, his expression became extremely soft.Across the screen, fingertips touched her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her lips.

Miss her very much.

Well.

The appointment seems to be tomorrow.

We will meet tomorrow.

There was no wind or rain at night, and it was quiet.

Jiang Cha huddled alone in the newly moved home.

She bought a grapefruit, ate the flesh, broke the skin into pieces, and placed them on the cabinet to absorb formaldehyde.

This is the method her mother taught.

As if responding to her thoughts, the phone rang, and a word appeared on the screen: Mom.

With a swipe of his fingertips, he picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

"Chacha is asleep."

"No."

Jiang Cha held the script and spread it on her lap, chatting and writing and scribbling.

Jiang Cha is an only child. Although she was not rich when she was a child, she grew up soaked in a honey pot.The family loves her very much. After work, she also calls every night to ask about the situation.Her mother told her to remember to collect clothes when it rained, to continue to work hard for acting; then the style of painting changed, and she lowered her voice and said:

"Chacha, ask your family to answer the phone."

It was Givenchy.

Ginger Tea: "..."

Jiang Cha said lightly, "She's not at home."

"Oh." Mother Jiang said, "I'm busy with work. It's normal, those who make a lot of money——"

Before finishing speaking, the voice of the father over there sounded through the microphone:

"It's been half an hour! Don't say a few words, my daughter will find it annoying!"

Jiang Cha smiled and hung up the phone.

Cut to each APP boringly.

I found that the post in the post bar has another reply.

"Where is the host! Why isn't it updated!"

Looking at the post, Jiang Cha paused on the delete button with her fingertips several times, but finally did not delete it.

No need.

Keep it, and be alert to yourself all the time.How stupid, how deceitful.

Ginger Tea replied under that post:

"It's already broken up, everyone leave."

Then exit the interface.

Ginger Tea tried to go to bed early, and got up at seven o'clock the next morning.

The appointment time is nine o'clock in the morning.

She made some preparations and went ahead.

The door of the studio was tightly closed, leaving a gap, and there were already people inside.

Jiang Cha knocked on the door politely.

"Please come in."

Song Baiwei's voice.

Seeing Jiang Cha coming, she smiled and said softly, "Little Jiang so early?"

Jiang Cha lowered her eyes and smiled softly: "Ms. Song is early."

The assistant raised his head from the side and said with a smile, "Director Song has always been this early."

Song Baiwei has been engaged in art-related work for a long time. In the past, she was engaged in photography, and she spent all day and night fiddling in the studio. Now that she is a director, her biological clock has been adjusted instead. She is no longer a night owl.

Her skin is in good condition, and it can be seen that it has been carefully maintained, tender and white.

Song Baiwei boiled the water on the tea table, warmed a pot of Zhuyeqing, poured it for her, Jiang Cha took it flattered, and thanked her repeatedly.

It's interesting to say that some directors, even though they are very famous, have no style at all, and instead give people a very humble feeling.

Song Baiwei is like this.

His eyes are very bright, always full of inspiration and full of vitality.

She has a fairy air about her, she doesn't seem to have any worldly or utilitarian ideas, she just purely pursues what she loves.

In her eyes, there is no prejudice, no distinction between high and low.

People who get along with her are easily convinced by her tolerant and understanding self-cultivation temperament.

Such a person seems to be more suitable to be placed in an ancient temple deep in the mountains.

It's too pure, not stained with dust.

"How about you, are you confident?"

They also just arrived, and Song Baiwei's assistant was helping her open the blinds, and the morning light lit up the inside for a moment.

Jiang Cha took a deep breath, wanted to say yes, but couldn't.

"..."

In fact, there is little confidence.

"It doesn't matter." Song Baiwei smiled lightly: "You just relax and give full play to it."

Jiang Cha pursed her red lips and nodded seriously.

"It's my fault." She handed Jiang Cha a book, and said softly, "Originally all the roles were decided to be yours."

"It's ok!"

Jiang Cha shook his head again and again, blinked, and said awkwardly: "Director Song is willing to ask me to act, and it's too late for me to thank you."

Ginger Tea looked down at the hard white cloth cover, and on the cover of the book were printed a few dark golden Song typefaces: "The Combination of Cold and Warm: Analyzing Camel Cigarettes".

Before she could look, there was another knock on the door.

A quiet knock on the door.

a moment.

too familiar.

Jiang Cha's expression turned cold in an instant.

"Enter."

Given opened the door and looked in calmly.

Ginger tea sat quietly on the sofa, holding a glass of water, drinking it quietly and in small sips.

Grass green thin shirt, beige trousers.

A plaid coat was lightly draped on the outside. It was thin, with a light brown background and light green plaid. It was too hot, and the buttons were unbuttoned. It was wide open, revealing a beautiful body curve.

Her long black hair was loose, her hair was of good quality, naturally soft, thick as a splashing waterfall.

The cuffs are pinned up slightly, and a thin wrist watch is worn on the wrist, silver-white, which complements the gentle temperament with a touch of coolness.

Given stood in front of the door, his peripheral vision focused on her, and his fingertips curled up.

The feeling of being overwhelmed and a little flustered reappeared.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-1721:59:58~2020-04-1823:01:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: say!Say you love me, pursue breadth, goats, goats, professional passing by 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 33792102, the pursuit of breadth °, 10 bottles of a deer; 5 bottles of doctor sister;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!