At 7:38 p.m., the capital ushered in the first snow in winter. Silver-white snowflakes fell with the night wind and kissed every piece of land gently. Soon, the bustling city was wrapped in a layer of silver, and the whole city cooled down at a high speed.
The Huaxiang Film Awards Ceremony being held in this city. Female artists are all wearing thin evening dresses, with a large area of naked skin. The red carpet is set outdoors. As soon as they stepped on it, the wind blew snowflakes and almost froze a female artist.
Seeing this, the organizer quickly changed the rules and no longer required them to walk on the red carpet one by one, instead they did it by twos, only signed for photos, and did not accept interviews.
Su Ying, who heard the news, immediately asked her agent to negotiate with the organizer. She wanted to walk on the red carpet with Jiang Muhan, the Best Actor!
When Sheng Wei knew about this, she was having fun in the dressing room.
She was dressed in a light green gauze fairy skirt and nestled on the sofa lazily. Her willow waist was slender and not full of grip. Her long legs, which were as white as snow, were hidden in the translucent skirt, which was fascinating.
The face is also extremely beautiful, with a soft outline and exquisite facial features, especially a pair of flexible eyes that seem to be able to speak, pure and compelling, and because of the slightly picky tail of the eyes, it is a little more charming and delicate.
After listening to what her agent said, she didn't move her eyebrows, and her onions-like fingers continued to play Xiaole.
Zhou Qin was so angry that she grabbed her mobile phone and hated that the iron could not be steelway: "When are you still playing! Your husband is going to walk on the red carpet with other women. Are you in a hurry?"
Without the mobile phone, Sheng Weici's white face finally raised her slender fingers to the agent and wanted to get her back. Zhou Qin rudely patted it off, "Did you listen to me?"
"I heard that. You said my husband was going to walk on the red carpet with other women." Sheng Wei covered her little hand and blinked her curly eyelashes innocently. "But it's none of my business. Isn't it known to me that my husband and I are plastic couples all over the Internet?"
"Yes! You plastics! But don't you know what occasion it will be today?" Zhou Qin pulled the chair next to him and sat down. She urged Sheng Wei heartfeltly: "Today, you and your husband attended an award ceremony together. For outsiders, you are one. Now because of the cooling down, the organizer wants to end the red carpet as soon as possible, so he arranges for two people to go together. Anyone who hears the news will be dedicated. You are going with your husband, but now he and Su Ying are together. What a shit! If this is broadcast live, how high/tide your black fans may be!"
"Besides, Su Yung has robbed your endorsement and variety show recently. Can you stand her robbing your husband again?"
Sheng Wei looked at Zhou Qin play with her round and smooth nail covers and amber glazed eyes, "Sister Qin, if I say I can stand it..."
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As soon as Sheng Wei's words came here, Zhou Qin pressed her knuckles fiercely, and her eyes were as fierce as tigers: "You have the guts to say it again."
Sheng Wei's slender body 'trembles'.
She looked down at somewhere in her, raised her little face, and said naively, "I don't have seed."
Zhou Qin: "..."
The two looked at each other silently. At this time, assistant Xiaotian pushed the door and came in, and her chubby face was full of eyebrows. "Sister Weiwei, Sister Qin, I found out the latest news. Jiang Yingdi found two more people to walk on the red carpet with them. Now he is not alone with Su Ying!"
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Doting Marriage Addiction
Romance[STORY NOT MINE. FOR OFFLINE READING PURPOSES ONLY.] Author: Little Dried Fish Year: 2020 Jiang Muhan, the three-gold film emperor, is a legend in the entertainment industry. He's handsome, but extremely cold and abstinent. After ten years of debut...