The traffic and the movie king are together [Entertainment circle]

In the evening, Bai Xuchuan felt sorry for He Yanzhi, tossing back and forth, saying slowly that he should sleep with him overnight.

He Yanzhi looked at him a little funny: "I don't care."

After thinking for a while, he said, "Aren't you afraid that I will be photographed when I come?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid to death." Bai Xuchuan held his breath, "Then I'm afraid it's useless, I told you not to come."

When he said that, he was obviously stunned, and the tail behind his back was about to wag.

He Yanzhi looked at him, just smiled and didn't speak.

Bai Xuchuan made him laugh a little timidly: "...Can you go?"

He Yanzhi suppressed his expression: "I have to go back today."

Bai Xuchuan guessed that he probably had something to do, so he didn't stay: "Well, then you should be careful."

"Is there anything you want me to bring back?" He Yanzhi walked to the door, turned his head and said, "I want a little bit, and I will move your things back, and finally I will bring you back."

Bai Xuchuan stared at him intently, and said with a smile: "I really only realized now that Yanzhi is so good at talking."

He Yanzhi smiled, his voice was calm, but his eyes were bright.

After going out the door, he turned around and blocked it: "Hurry up and go back to bed with such little clothes on. See you on the red carpet tomorrow."

Bai Xuchuan said: "Okay."

Bai Xuchuan didn't sleep well all night, because he kept dreaming about school district housing and whether or not to keep pets, which really couldn't be put on the agenda and was very tangled. Anyway, he slept late the next day, and fell asleep to noon.

The red carpet starts at one o'clock in the afternoon, Lao Zha asks his assistant to bring him clothes, and by the way, he puts on makeup and changes in the car—his makeup is simple, he just draws his eyebrows and plays with his hair.

The meal is simply not eaten.

Looking at Bai Xuchuan who had changed his clothes in the old car, he lamented how good his artist's conditions are, and asked him why he didn't eat.

"Could it be that you are still losing weight? You look like a female star in a skirt, afraid of stomach bulge if you don't eat?"

Bai Xuchuan coughed lightly: "Isn't there no time?"

"I don't have time, what about eating, can it be called spending time!" Lao Zha said righteously.

Bai Xuchuan was a little strange: "Then why haven't you cared about whether I eat or not before?"

Lao Zha was a little speechless, and turned his head: "...it is the bounden duty of a manager to care about an artist's body."

Bai Xuchuan was a little funny: "I know, I will take care of myself."

Fortunately, there was no traffic jam on the road, so I drove all the way to the outside of the venue.

The red carpet of the film festival is arranged according to the crew. A crew walks together. From time to time, several cars stop. Famous artists, famous directors, and famous screenwriters get out of the car. , The shutter sound kept clicking.

"Director X, look here!" "Brother X, look here!" The voices continued.On such occasions, most of them are film practitioners. To put it bluntly, throwing a stone can hit a big guy with a single film with a box office of one billion. Relatively speaking, top traffic like Bai Xuchuan has become a rare visitor. .

Even so, when he stepped off the car, he still attracted the most attention.

The camera focused on the young man stepping briskly down from the black Audi.He was wearing a custom-made suit, a light gray suit jacket, a white shirt with a tie of the same color, different from the calmness and solemnity of the others at the scene, revealing his unique spirit.

"Oh……"

"Bai Xuchuan is here too!"