The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

Bai Lin can only say that your circle is really messed up, but fortunately he still has a chance to remedy it.

"No, I just haven't seen you for a long time..." He managed to squeeze out a friendly smile, "I'm a little surprised."

"Why don't you reply to my messages recently?" Carlos sat on the armrest of his makeup chair, and randomly took a box of foundation from the table to play with, "Since the last reception, the beautiful figure of Mr. Bai has been lingering in my mind don't go."

Lingering, your sister, he is a married woman!Bah, married man!

"Recently, the schedule is quite rushed, and the studio is closed, so there may be some news that I haven't seen." Bai Lin thought of a polite excuse. Although he didn't like it, he couldn't offend the big man in the entertainment industry, "I didn't reply to you in time. ,Excuse me."

What he said was also true. The original owner was not stupid. It was not his personal account that was given to Carlos at the reception, but the contact information for business cooperation and negotiation. Recently, many messages were answered by his assistants on his behalf. It is normal to have mistakes and omissions.

Carlos couldn't fault the answer, and turned to his makeup.

"There are very few people in the East who can control smoke." He sat down on the dressing table again and looked at his exquisite facial features carefully. a feeling of."

"Hehehe." Bai Lin could only laugh along, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, he couldn't say that the smoky makeup was due to dark circles.

"It seems... to disturb the two of you?"

When the air was suddenly silent, the door of the lounge was opened, and the assistant poked his head out: "Mr. Bai, come with me to the showroom. Mr. Carlos, your agent is looking for you."

"It's really troublesome." Carlos jumped off the table handsomely, scratching his hair, "See you later, Bai Lin."

He closed the door and left, but Bai Lin hoped not to see him again, looking at the assistant at this moment is like a god descending from the mortal world.

Carlos looked too dangerous. He didn't know what would happen next, so it was better to stay away.

After Bai Lin changed his clothes, he followed the assistant into the special passageway for guests, walking in a hurry.

"Xiao Liu, I don't like Carlos," Bai Lin pouted and complained to the assistant, "Why would I let him in in my lounge?"

"Have you forgotten? You and Carlos were the guests at Macro's press conference today. He was originally in the same lounge as you, but he arrived a while earlier," the assistant helped him with the slanted hair on his head. Zhuo, "What's the matter, I heard you said that you have a good impression of him?"

"Ah? He's also a guest, why didn't I know." Bai Lin rolled his eyes.

"I told you on the plane." The assistant wondered why Bai Lin had suffered from amnesia recently, "You just nodded and told me you knew."

All right, at that time he was still enjoying a date in Duke Zhou's arms, Bai Lin decided to get rid of these mental poisons that delayed his sleep during this time, otherwise it might delay important events.

In the next three hours, Bai Lin finally realized the hardships of being a star.Facing the constantly flickering camera, he smiled stiffly all afternoon, and the corners of his mouth almost cramped from laughing. From time to time, reporters asked some harsh questions.

"Mr. Bai Lin, I heard that the new play you're taking on is very important. May I ask if you think you can grasp the character of the character well and deal with it freely?"