Double Lover [Entertainment]

"Do you know why Hermer's land ambassador changed midway?"

Chen Mo tapped the desk table with his index finger, his expression was not very good.

Luo Yan's manager is called Chen Mo, who is quite famous. Even if the artists she has brought her are covered in black material, they can clean her up, successfully turn the tables, and continue to be popular.

Most of the wrists in the circle are in her studio.

Luo Yan is the better one among them, and she can be regarded as her cash cow.

To get a high luxury, or more precisely, a top luxury endorsement, in addition to a good name, it also has great economic value.The expensive endorsement fee is only a small aspect. If you look at it a little wider, it will increase your commercial value, that is, your social status.Being targeted by a luxury company means that film and television resources will be more abundant, and sponsorship fees will also increase.

The benefits are countless.

This time, the brand image ambassador was changed midway, and Luo Yan was replaced by a little flower whose reputation could not be described in words since her debut, which made it hard for her to accept.This result was like slapping her in the face in public, which made her very aggrieved.

Tsk, shame on me.

"I don't know." Luo Yan glanced aside, her eyes darkened slightly.

"She is a vase with no real achievements, who can take a fancy to her, blind? She doesn't recognize any powerful horns..." Chen Mo frowned, pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered, and slapped the table: "Wait, did Givenchy get it for her?"

Luo Yan's face was a little pale.

"I almost forgot, isn't Jiang Cha married to her? It should be her." Chen Mo raised his head, lay down, and breathed calmly: "I can't help it if it's her, I can only say that it's bad luck. "

"..."

Seeing that she was silent, Chen Mo tilted his head and smiled: "Aren't you her sister-in-law? She doesn't save you any face."

Luo Yan's face became more and more ugly, her chest heaved for a moment, and for a while, she still didn't want to believe it, she stood up abruptly, and stubbornly said coldly: "Impossible. It's not her."

Chen Mo just smiled.

Who knows.

On April NO.17, the organizing committee of the Cannes Film Festival announced the list of shortlisted films for the main competition in Paris.

The list includes "Camel Cigarettes" by Song Baiwei.

"To be shortlisted is to be shortlisted. The specific awards will be known when the film festival is officially held in May."

In the morning, in Song Baiwei's studio.

The weather is not hot, the air conditioner is not turned on, the doors and windows are open for ventilation, and the breeze comes slowly, carrying the light fragrance of flowers outside.

"Including the selection of the best actress, it's not yet decided." Song Baiwei took a sip of tea, with a smile in his eyes, bright and soft: "Before that, there may be gossip that there is an inside story, and we have already known about it in advance." Who won what awards, but those are all fake, don't believe it."

Sitting opposite her, Jiang Cha just smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter if I get the Best Actress or not. It's my honor to participate in the filming of this movie, and I'm very lucky to be able to learn from you."

Song Baiwei turned her head, a strand of long hair was scattered around her fair neck, her eyes were slightly bright, and the corners of her lips were curved.

"Talk to me, don't be so polite."

The light in the morning is very light, and the light tone, when it falls on the face, makes the skin white and clean, as clear as snow.Ginger Tea tied her long hair loosely, her temples seemed to be painted with light ink, she raised her eyes, focused, her eyes were sincere, and there was a light smile.

The whole person is clean and watery, it is simply——

It simply grew out of her understanding of beauty.

Song Baiwei stared at it for a while, and with one index finger, pushed a script on the table over: "Look, the next movie, if you are interested, continue to shoot."

Jiang Cha slightly opened his eyes.

And the next one?Jiang Cha couldn't imagine, this movie, she thinks she got Luo Yan's credit, what about the next one?Was chosen based on strength?

She lowered her eyes, her cheeks were slightly warm.

"Don't you want to?" Song Baiwei said, "You don't want to shoot anymore?"

On the one hand, Jiang Cha felt flattered, but also slightly uncomfortable.Given seems to mind her and Song Dao...

She lowered her eyes and turned a few pages of the script.

It tells the story of a blind young monk and a little girl who traveled extensively with his master to play the huqin.She looked a little fascinated.

I'm really interested.

"Don't worry." Seeing her expression, Song Baiwei knew what she was hesitating, so she just smiled lightly: "Think about it for a few more days, nothing has been decided yet."

"Thank you Director Song."

As soon as she finished speaking, her cell phone rang, and she received a call from Givenchy.

Jiang Cha was used to being respectful in front of Song Baiwei, as if she was really a student facing a teacher. Now that she was talking to Song Baiwei, she felt that it was not very good to answer Givenchy's call, so she swiped her fingertips and hung up the phone.

After a while, she felt a little uneasy, she glanced down, a dialog box popped up on the screen, and Given sent her a message:

Waiting for you downstairs.

Posted 5 minutes ago.

There was a sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground softly outside the office.

Jiang Cha and Given are too familiar with each other, the sound and rhythm, it sounds like someone from Ji is looking for her.

Jiang Cha coughed lightly, lowered his head, rolled up the script, put it in his bag, stood up, and said as if he wanted to quickly end the conversation: "Don't bother me, you... you are busy first."

"In such a hurry to leave?"

Song Baiwei took a sip of tea, while writing and scribbling on the paper, she looked up at her: "Is anyone waiting?"

Jiang Cha hummed, her ears blushing.

When going out, Song Baiwei's unhurried voice came from behind.

"Little Jiang, don't have any psychological burden."

She paused.

"Most unreasonable aid in the world is indeed intentional." Song Baiwei said softly, "But not all of them."

Jiang Cha turned her head and was slightly taken aback.

"Some help, indeed more because of appreciation."

appreciate.

It's been a long time since I heard this word.

Ginger Tea's eyes were hot for a moment.

Some things in the film and television industry depend on chance. The operation and packaging of the agent and the company is one aspect, and the other aspect is the strength of the actors themselves and the directors they meet.

Actors are like rough jade, and directors are craftsmen who carve it.The top craftsmen know how to carve out the shape that belongs to the jade itself according to the characteristics of the jade itself. The inferior ones will not only not be able to carve, but will also ruin a piece of raw jade with good material.

Some people are lucky, they were discovered early, they met their noble person at a young age, and it went smoothly since then; some were later, belonging to the category of late bloomers.

As for Jiang Cha, she is not considered a "big talent", and she is not considered a "late bloomer" now that she is young.

If I have to describe it, I can only say that it is a piece of rough jade that has just begun to have a little shape and luster after being carved.

No one knows exactly what it will look like in the future and how far it can go.

"Finished talking?"

As soon as he went out, he heard the man's voice.

Jiang Cha was startled, turned her head, and saw a woman half leaning on the dimly lit corridor.

With a satchel in one hand, she smoothed out the curly hair around her ears with the other, and looked at her leisurely.

The black hair is thick and slightly curly, long and silky, loose on one side, and pinned behind the ear on the other side. There is a black earring on the white earlobe, the diamond light is dull, cold and rippling.The light instantly illuminates Givenchy's thin side face, which is white and cold.

The moment Jiang Cha looked over, her delicate lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes flickered, seeming uneasy.

After a while, he complained softly, "You just hung up on me."

Ginger tea: "..."

She didn't explain, so Given had to start building the steps by himself: "Is it slippery? It doesn't matter."

Given took Jiang Cha's hand and pressed the elevator, the red number gradually decreased, and the elevator door opened and entered.

The space in the elevator was small, but at this time, there was no one there, and it was very deserted. Given pinched her wrist, he turned around suddenly, pushed her against the corner of the elevator, lowered his head, and approached her inch by inch, looking for her lips.

Ding-dong-

Jiang Cha pushed her, and Given had no choice but to stand up straight, looking at the reflective mirror in the elevator as if nothing had happened.

Two white-collar workers came in.

Both of them were girls, and one of them held a cup of milk tea and chatted with a smile.

Given squeezed her delicate white hand, and said in a low voice, "What does she want from you?"

Jiang Cha was a little shorter than her, and was wearing an everyday T-shirt today, with a round neck, loose neckline, and a bit too wide open. Given casually lowered his eyes, he happened to see the white and beautiful scenery inside.

Givenchy's earlobes were reddish, he turned his head away, and the earrings dangled.

She frowned, thinking about it, wondering if the Song surnamed saw it.

Gee.

"Director Song asked me to make a movie. It's the next movie."

And the next one?

Given slightly frowned, pursed his lips in displeasure: "You agree?"

"Not yet." Jiang Cha looked at her: "I want to go, but I'm afraid you won't be happy."

Given was slightly taken aback.

"That's why I plan to communicate with you." She smiled softly, and when the two girls got out of the elevator, she approached and kissed Givenchy's side face: "I have nothing to do with her, trust me."

She was very close, only less than an inch away, and her warm, moist breath gently sprayed on her white neck, which was hot and fresh.

The lips are soft to the touch, and there is a slight crisp current.

Givenchy's long eyelashes trembled, slightly absent-minded.

The driver was already waiting by the side of the road, the door opened, Jiang Cha followed her into the car, turned on the phone to check the news, but saw the first little red dot in the contact list.

The person who applied to add her was Luo Yan.

Remarks: [I invite you to have a meal tomorrow.Don't tell Givenchy. ]

The author has something to say: I am afraid that everyone will think it is a drama, the luxury brand has changed, it is different from the three-dimensional, after all, it is half overhead (o^^o)

感谢在2020-07-0123:34:04~2020-07-0300:40:05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 cast the landmine: nn, eat candy, the pig head who is afraid of being lonely, tears from people, and a piece of broken draft paper;

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