Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

The glutinous rice is very fragrant, the rice tastes soft and glutinous, and the soup is moderately salty. Lu Jiaxi's favorite shiitake mushrooms are mixed in the plump rice, which is even more delicious than the glutinous rice in any breakfast restaurant he has ever eaten.

He seriously suspected that Bian Xinghuo had assisted in cooking during his years in A University.

8:30 Two people set off from home.

The shooting location is not far from his residence, ten minutes' drive away, it is a studio, a famous men's clothing magazine that Sister Lu invited him to some time ago.

Lu Jiaxi has never cared about these things. When there is a suitable scene to shoot, he will plunge into the film and don't care about anything else. He will accept it.

The car left the community and stopped at the first traffic light intersection, the phone in Bian Xinghuo's pocket rang.

The red light has just turned on, and the residual temperature of the morning rush hour has not receded, and there are signs of traffic jams on the road.

Bian Xinghuo looked up at Fang Changlong's traffic, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Just as he saw the caller ID to answer, a lazy voice came from the back seat: "A call from Sister Lu?"

The young man paused when he was about to answer the call. He turned his head to look at the person in the back seat of the car, and replied, "Yes."

Su Bai's slender hand stretched out from behind, Lu Jiaxi looked at Bian Xinghuo in the driver's seat, and hooked his fingers: "Bring the phone."

Bian Xinghuo looked down at the white palm, and without much hesitation, directly handed over the phone.

Lu Jiaxi took the phone, turned off the phone without blinking, and threw it back to Bian Xinghuo.

"Don't turn on the phone before returning to the company."

Bian Xinghuo held the phone with a blacked-out screen, and glanced at the person in the back seat of the car, but the person put on the sunglasses and fell asleep with his head tilted against the car window.

There was the sound of a car honking from behind, and Bian Xinghuo turned his head to look forward, only to find that the red light had passed, so he put the turned off mobile phone back into his pocket, and restarted the car.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the studio.

Bian Xinghuo turned off the engine and looked at the people in the back seat of the car through the rearview mirror, and found that the young man had already taken off his glasses and was stretching, but his expression was not very good.

Lu Jiaxi didn't fall asleep at all.

This is the sequelae of staying up late. When I wake up the next day, I feel a splitting headache, but it is more difficult to sleep than anything else.

He put the sunglasses in his shirt pocket on his chest, rubbed his face twice, opened the door and got out of the car.

The studio is located in a retro-style low-rise building in the suburbs. Branches of men's magazines are opened all over the country. Almost every first-tier city has a studio like this.

Bian Xinghuo parked the car and followed Lu Jiaxi into the studio.

It's not yet nine o'clock, and the staff in the studio have already arrived at seven or eight.

As soon as the two of them walked in, a hoarse male voice with an obsessive attitude came out from inside: "It's rare, our young master Lu will arrive so early one day."

What came out was a man, tall, with a waterfall of black hair hanging on his chest, he looked more like a tall woman from a distance.

The man was wearing a white shirt and suit trousers, but he dishonestly unbuttoned four shirt buttons, revealing a large area of ​​his snow-white chest, and he could vaguely see a few well-trained abdominal muscles.

His appearance is better than his figure, he is of Chinese and American mixed race, his blue eyes are beautiful and seductive, coupled with the obsequiousness that seems to be exuding from him, he is obviously a bad stud who can take all men and women.

However, in the face of the visitor's enthusiasm, Lu Jiaxi didn't give him a look, and walked in directly: "Headache, don't talk nonsense, you need to put on makeup quickly."

After hearing Lu Jiaxi's unkind words, Fei Shanzai was not only not angry, but followed him with a smile: "Why does your head hurt? Who messed with our young master? Let me rub it for you?"

Lu Jia didn't even bother to say anything.

Fei Shanzao's full name is Li Yixiu, a leading gold-medal makeup artist in China. He lived abroad until he was 20 years old. His parents are in charge of the top 20 cosmetics companies in the country. It is said that he started to make up when he was a teenager. With the blessing of talent, At the age of [-], he is already well-known in the makeup industry.

At the age of 20, he was hired with a high salary and returned to China. He was not short of money. It is rumored that he returned to China because boys in China were more shy and beautiful than boys abroad.

Whether the rumors are true or not, Lu Jiaxi doesn't know, but he guesses it's pretty close.

Lu Jiaxi has collaborated with Li Yixiu a few times because of filming. This guy is well-known in the industry as a man and woman, as long as he is beautiful, he likes it.

When Lu Jiaxi cooperated with him for the first time, he showed a strong interest in Lu Jiaxi. Unfortunately, in the face of his interest, Lu Jiaxi gave him the most white eyes and the word "fuck".

There is no love in Xi Chi's eyes, not to mention he doesn't like men.

Li Yixiu walked all the way beside Lu Jiaxi, and after several people entered the dressing room, this beautiful man with long hair didn't notice the existence of Bian Xinghuo.

In a rare way, he divided the eyes locked on Lu Jiaxi's body to Bian Xinghuo.

Ordinary light-colored casual clothes, some long hair covering his eyes, thick black-rimmed glasses, and a thin figure. At first glance, Li Yixiu raised his eyebrows for a man with no characteristics at first glance.

He has seen beauties for more than [-] years. If this person takes off his glasses and dresses up, he will definitely not be bad, and he has an aura about him, which is faint and inexplicably attractive.

"Master, this is the first time I see you bring a little tail to work, lover?"

Li Yixiu turned his gaze back to Lu Jiaxi, and asked with an ambiguous air.

Lu Jiaxi couldn't hold back her eyes: "My assistant, don't talk nonsense, go and get your makeup tools."

After finishing the words, he looked at Bian Xinghuo and said, "Go to the costumer and bring me the clothes I'm going to wear today."

Bian Xinghuo nodded in response, and the moment he turned to leave, his gaze slid past Li Yixiu.

This glance was caught by Li Yixiu just in time. He watched the slender figure go out from the door, and when the door was closed, he turned his gaze away and said to Lu Jiaxi, "New assistant? Picked by fans?"

Lu Jia's head swelled uncomfortably. He randomly found a stool and moved it up. He leaned on the cushion and closed his eyes: "Who would ask a fan to be an assistant?"

After Li Yixiu heard this, it was rare that he didn't answer immediately. His beautiful brows were raised, and a look of searching flashed across his eyes, and he turned around and took his cosmetic bag over.

After all the cosmetics were spread out, Li Yixiu went to look at Lu Jiaxi's face, only to realize that the dark circles under his eyes were a bit scary today.

"Young master, the night life is very rich, have you finally grown up?"

Lu Jiaxi closed his eyes and heard the cheap teasing, so he directly punched it.

The fist was caught in mid-air, and the other party shamelessly rubbed his thin white wrist twice, directly making Lu Jiaxi lose his temper.

He opened his eyes, stared at the man in front of him who was smiling maliciously, and warned with a bad temper: "Try to touch it again?"

Li Yixiu might have some special hobbies, and he became even happier after being stared at by Lu Jiaxi, and he didn't let go. He was about to open his mouth to tease him when the door opened.

The door opened, and Bian Xinghuo came in with a suit of clothes. His gaze stayed on the ground where Li Yixiu was holding Lu Jiaxi's wrist for two seconds, then he moved away calmly, walked forward and said, "Mr. Lu, The clothes are here."