Whose Little Eyes Haven't Seen the Actor Yet

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Zicheng stared blankly at the seven characters and two punctuation marks in the WeChat dialog box, wondering if he was hallucinating from too little sleep.

Holding the phone in his hand, he tremblingly typed out a few words.

Xie: Jiang Zicheng, ready to pick you up.

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: Miss Xie, what do you mean...?

Miss Xie quickly returned three words.

Thanks: Venice.

Jiang Zicheng's eyes darkened, and the word "nightmare come true" was prepared for now, right?

Man has this characteristic: the worse things go, the less he believes in evil.Jiang Zicheng thought, a wealthy lady like Miss Xie has countless things to do every day, how can she have time to fly to Venice to participate in the film festival?Isn't going skiing and snorkeling much more interesting than this?

So Jiang Zicheng's heart ignited a small flame again.

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: Hahaha, the joke is very funny, it really bluffed me.

In the next second, the person on WeChat quickly sent a photo - in the photo, Ms. Xie was wearing a neat colorful sportswear, her long hair was pulled into double buns, and her legs were curled into the widened and enlarged seat inside.There is a warm little white mink in her arms, and she is holding a game console in her hands with red nail polish, and she is playing the game with her head down attentively.

The background decoration in the photo looks like it is on an airplane! ! !

Facing the "evidence" that can be called a slap in the face, Jiang Zicheng still stubbornly resisted.

Thanks: [photo]

It’s Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: Doesn’t it take a long time to approve pets on board cross-border planes?

How could it be possible that the eldest lady would take Xie Dabai to Europe for thousands of miles as soon as she slapped her head?

XIE: There are not so many restrictions on private jets.

XIE: Tell me, let the people below handle it.

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: ...

Private jets, private airlines, private entry channels.

Just as the prince of Saudi Arabia brought the eagle to China, the daughter of Rich Entertainment brought the mink to Italy.

Is it amazing to be rich?

...It's great to be rich.

The jade photo sent by "Miss Xie" is not a selfie, it should be taken by the person sitting opposite her from the angle.The person who took the photo is well versed in the essence of "straight male photography", no beauty, no filter, no angle, but who made Xie Yingying young, just take a random shot like this, is also top-notch beauty, full of collagen, apple The muscles are booming.

Jiang Zicheng didn't think much about it, he just took this picture as Miss Xie asked the bodyguard to take it with her mobile phone - if he could use his brains more, I'm afraid many ridiculous misunderstandings in the future could be avoided.

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At 05:30 in the afternoon of Venice time, Xie's private plane landed at the airport on time.

Jiang Zicheng's interview schedule is very tight, and there is really no time to greet Miss Xie. Except for his manager Brother Hu and two assistants staying with him, Uncle Cai and his colleagues from the public relations department went to the airport to pick him up.

If other young artists have the WeChat contact information of "President's Sister", they would like to get close 24 hours a day, but Jiang Zicheng regards both of them as big troubles, and wishes to avoid them far away.

Persist until the end of the last interview, night has already fallen, but for Lido Island, night is the best time for carnival.

A few people took the speedboat back to the hotel. On the way, Brother Hu answered a phone call, and his brows gradually tightened.

"Is this too sudden?"

"Zicheng has other arrangements tonight."

"It's not that you can't push it, but it doesn't matter if Zicheng doesn't go to this banquet, right?"

"What did Uncle Cai say?"

"...Okay then, I'll ask him."

Brother Hu hung up the phone, turned his head and looked at Jiang Zicheng with a troubled expression.

The words "something is not good" immediately appeared in Jiang Zicheng's mind.

Jiang Zicheng: "Brother Hu, please speak up if you have something to say, don't look at me with such complicated eyes!"

Brother Hu rubbed his temples with a headache, turned his head and told the boatman: "We won't go back to the hotel, please send us directly to CasinoMuniciPale."

CasinoMuniciPale is the most prestigious entertainment venue on Lido Island, only open in summer every year.There are not only casinos, bars, theaters, but also many private clubs, which are convenient for holding some small events.

Jiang Zicheng had already been there yesterday. He went to a charity ball, because he was handsome and beautiful, and was invited by many enthusiastic ladies to dance with him. After spinning around in circles, both of his legs were about to break off.

Jiang Zicheng asked vigilantly, "You're not going to dance again, are you?"

"No, it's just that this errand is no easier than dancing." Brother Hu said, "Tonight, there will be an intimate gathering of actors in the 'Diosa Hall'. Participants must be of yellow race. The purpose of this party is to bring Asians closer. The relationship between American actors and actresses, deepening exchanges.”

Jiang Zicheng: "...It sounds mysterious, it can't be some kind of 'unclean' party?"

Brother Hu knocked him on the head: "What are you thinking about, this is Venice, this is Lido Island! How could it be possible to have a promiscuous party at such a critical moment."

"Since there is no problem with this party, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Jiang Zicheng still wanted to expand his network, and he couldn't stop thinking about meeting seniors from South Korea, Japan and other film countries at the party. Bubbles rise upwards.

Brother Hu looked at him inexplicably, and reminded: "...Don't forget, Huang Jiaming will also go."

In an instant, Jiang Zicheng's expectations for this party plummeted to the bottom.

In the past few days on the island, Jiang Zicheng has been walking around that sexual harassment maniac, he is afraid that he will not be able to control his fists, and add two tubes of nosebleeds to that greasy face!

"I'm not going." Jiang Zicheng said firmly, "I feel sick at the thought of seeing his face."

"You can't go if you don't go." Brother Hu said, "Because Miss Xie is already waiting for you there."

"...???"

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No one knew what was going on in Xie Yingying's head.

The little girl said that she came to Venice to join in the fun; but as soon as she arrived at the hotel, she immediately changed into a dress, put on makeup, and went straight to CasinoMuniciPale excitedly, saying that she would attend the evening Asian actor party.

Xie Beiwang saw some flaws and asked her what she was here for?

Only then did Xie Yingying tell the truth under her brother's stare—she actually came to chase stars.

And the star she was chasing was a Korean actor.She doesn't look good-looking, but she has a good temperament, personable, and extremely elegant.

It's just that this party is only open to Asian actors, even as Xie Yingying, she couldn't get an invitation letter, so Miss Xie called Jiang Zicheng, and decided to sneak into the venue as his female partner .

Jiang Zicheng was still chatting with "her" on WeChat in the morning, but he was forced to attend social occasions with her at night. He was really going to be frightened by her lingering ghost.

But Xie Yingying is the daughter of the Xie family after all, no matter how much dissatisfaction Jiang Zicheng has, he can't express it, he can only apologize politely.

"Then Miss Xie, how can I introduce you to everyone later? To tell the truth about your identity, or..."

Miss Xie hurriedly said: "No, no, I don't want the male god to think that I am a rich nympho lady, so you can just say that I am your translator."

Ms. Xie received elite education since she was a child, and was proficient in multiple languages ​​at the age of 16.After entering the arena, she immediately let go of Jiang Zicheng's arm and quickly got into the crowd.

Jiang Zicheng eavesdropped for a while, only listening to this young lady switching seamlessly between Japanese, Korean, English and Cantonese, like a walking Google Translator.

After a while, the "translator" gradually approached her target, aimed at the Korean Obama, and quickly stuck to it.

Jiang Zicheng walked around the venue with nothing to do. His English is not proficient enough. When he met a Korean or Japanese actor with a heavy accent, several people could only gather around and talk to each other. No one could understand what the other party was saying. .

In the end, everyone can only stare at me and raise their glasses to invite Mingyue.

Needless to say, wine is always the best magic weapon to shorten the distance between everyone.

Jiang Zicheng drank three cups in a row, and the brothers recognized several of them.

There is no ugly person who can take the road of an actor. Even among this group of people, Jiang Zicheng's appearance is still the most eye-catching.He can drink very well, but he has a problem with "upper face". After only a few cups, the red mist filled the tips of his ears, like a fresh peach waiting to be picked, with powder in the white, and his every move With an alluring style.

The more he drank, the brighter his eyes became, like two balls of black gemstones washed by spring water, shining brightly between glances.

When Ms. Xie came back from "socializing" excitedly, she was shocked when she saw Jiang Zicheng's appearance, and quickly reached out to support him.

Xie Yingying: "You don't drink well, so don't drink so much."

Jiang Zicheng: "I'm not drunk, I drink very well, but it's easy to get on my face."

Xie Yingying: "Drunk people like to say that they are not drunk."

Seeing that the explanation was unclear, Jiang Zicheng simply didn't explain it.

Jiang Zicheng asked her, "How was your conversation with your male god?"

Without even thinking about it, Xie Yingying immediately blurted out a series of rainbow farts.From the male god's hair to the tip of his toes, he said in one breath for 5 minutes without repeating the same.

"Ouba's voice was kissed by God, right? If a person with such a god-given voice is going to record the listening part of the Korean proficiency test, no one in this world will be willing to fail, right?"

"..." Jiang Zicheng thought to himself, the angle of blowing is really strange.

She suddenly grabbed Jiang Zicheng's arm and asked him, "Jiang Zicheng, do you live on the twelfth floor of XX Hotel?"

Jiang Zicheng nodded: "What's wrong?"

"My male god also lives on the twelfth floor. You must be very happy to breathe the same piece of oxygen with my male god."

"..."

Miss Xie said again: "I also want to live on the twelfth floor, but the rooms are already full."

During the Venice Film Festival, all hotels big and small were overcrowded, and even business rooms had to be booked three months in advance.

Miss Xie suddenly raised her chin, arrogance and coquettishness: "Jiang Zicheng, give me the room on the twelfth floor."

Jiang Zicheng couldn't help complaining about her: "...Miss Xie, I actually wanted to ask just now, are you the legendary illegitimate fan?"

Illegitimate fans refer to fans who are overly "concerned" about idols' private lives and like to follow idols. Illegal fans are repeatedly banned, which makes brokerage companies very headache.

Ms. Xie wrapped her hair around her fingers, and said, "Is there an illegitimate fan like me who is beautiful, rich and well-mannered?" She snorted, "Okay, will you let me go?"

Her tone was delicate and savage, and she was clearly domineering, but for some reason, she carried an innocent energy that made it impossible to hate.

Jiang Zicheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Then Miss Xie, I gave you the room, where should I live?"

"What kind of problem is this?" Ms. Xie took out a room card from her Kun bag and stuffed it into Jiang Zicheng's suit pocket. "The presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, with two master bedrooms and its own swimming pool, is given to you."