One of the entertainment circles goes west

After the awards for "The Legend of Su Mei" were finalized, Zheng Tianyang began to fly outside frequently again. Without his great help, Daolong could only do the film promotion work by himself, and took the crew to several cities in a row. In less than half a month, a bunch of cannonballs were ignited on the mouth, and no amount of powder could cover it when she was on camera. The makeup artist who watched shook her head.

Although the image as a director is not as important as when she was an actor, Zhang Jie still suffered from occupational diseases as a manager, and couldn't help but scold: "What did you do?"

Daolong carefully touched the cannon in the mirror, and said nonchalantly: "The bed partner is not here recently, so I am not satisfied with my desire."

Zhang Jie had long been aware of the strangeness, and only raised her eyelids when she heard the words, but Zhou Ling and Tian Mu who were in the same dressing room were shocked by Daolong's bullshit, and no one dared to speak out.

It took nearly a month for the news of Cannes awards to be given away, and Zheng Tianyang brought it back late at night.

Zhang Jie knew that Zheng Tianyang was coming back from Cannes, so she squatted at Dao Long's house early and sat with Dao Xiaofeng to wait for the first-hand news. When it was almost two o'clock in the morning, the two girls had already fallen asleep on the sofa. Zheng Tianyang's footsteps The sound resounded in the silent corridor.

The moment the key was inserted into the keyhole, Zhang Jie and Dao Xiaofeng jumped up from the sofa reflexively. The two of them stared at the door with disheveled hair and four eyes in the dark, and held Zheng Tianyang who had just entered the door with his luggage. Startled.

Zheng Tianyang turned on the light, and said dumbfoundedly: "As for you?"

Zhang Jie didn't care about so much, she couldn't wait to ask: "Which ones are shortlisted?!"

Daolong came out of the bedroom in his pajamas, stood aside with his hands in his pockets and looked at Zheng Tianyang with a calm expression, but Zheng Tianyang could see that he was awake and his pajamas were smooth, obviously he hadn't slept at all, and had been waiting for news.

Zheng Tianyang smiled: "Not bad, five finalists."

Zhang Jie breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: "These five items?"

Zheng Tianyang changed his clothes leisurely in the hallway: "Best screenplay, best editing, best supporting actor." He glanced at Dao Xiaofeng, who didn't dare to show his breath, and deliberately slowed down his tone: "There is also the best actress." ……main character."

Dao Xiaofeng let out a scream of excitement, and hugged Zhang Jie warmly beside her, as excited as if she had already won the Palme d'Or.

Daolong standing behind also showed a gratified smile, and firmly held his sister's shoulders from behind.

Dao Xiaofeng calmed down for a while, then remembered that there was still one finalist award that had not been announced, and asked anxiously: "Is there another one? Is Zhou Ling's Best Supporting Actress shortlisted?"

Zheng Tianyang shook his head with a regretful expression: "I lost the election." After a pause, he said lightly: "But we were shortlisted for the best director."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Jie and Dao Xiaofeng screamed together.

Like crazy, Xiaofeng turned over from the armrest of the sofa and rushed towards Daolong: "Brother!!!"

Zhang Jie felt incredible when she was happy: "The weight of this award is too heavy! How did you get it, Mr. Zheng!"

Zheng Tianyang pretended to be inscrutable: "The secret must not be revealed." He looked at Daolong, who was still stunned and unresponsive, with a half-smile: "In order for our sword guide to succeed, I will risk my life."

Zhang Jie glanced at Daolong, and joked, "Dao Dao, you have been blessed for several lifetimes to find such a backer who is so omnipotent and who treats you so heartily? Tonight you have to go all out." Reward the old face and reward him."

It took Daolong a long time to find his voice, but he was still a little hoarse when he tried to speak. He cleared his throat: "Can you avoid it?"

"What did you say?" Zhang Jie was dumbfounded.

Dao Xiaofeng played tricks on Zhang Jie, dragged her into the bedroom, knocked on the door, and said empathetically through the door: "You two are free, don't worry, we won't come out even if the sky falls!"

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Zheng Tianyang was so pissed and funny, so he just went along with the flow, sat down on the sofa, stretched out his hand to loosen his tie, and said to Daolong like a fool: "Tell me, how should you thank me..." One word suddenly disappeared between the lips of the two of them.

Daolong straddled Zheng Tianyang's lap, leaned down and kissed Zheng Tianyang fiercely, stuck his tongue into Zheng Tianyang's mouth and swept around aggressively, Zheng Tianyang was confused by this fierce kiss for a while, and he was relieved after a while Come over, regain the sovereignty and kiss Daolong back stronger, but gently rubbing his hand on Daolong's back to signal Daolong to slow down. As soon as the movement slows down, the kiss has a lingering meaning.

Daolong seemed dissatisfied with Zheng Tianyang's unilateral dominance, he got rid of this seemingly endless kiss, stretched out his hand to take off his pajamas, and began to eagerly pull Zheng Tianyang's tie.

Zheng Tianyang had long been hardened by Daolong's high-temperature gaze, so Daolong pulled the zipper on his trousers, watched Daolong lean over, and refused in a hoarse voice: "No, I haven't had time yet. Taking a bath..." But he couldn't help but force Daolon's mouth deeper, his voice became hoarse by the movement of Daolon's mouth, and he joked: "Don't take it seriously, I'm just joking, you can be shortlisted on your own Strength, what skills do I have now..."

Daolon shook his head, his eyes a little hot.

"I just missed you."