Rose of Heaven

104

Ye Zhe got in the car, and his assistant followed with his bag.
The assistant also studied photography and was a fan of Ye Zhe. He was diligent and talented. He had followed Ye Zhe for two years and had a good understanding of Ye Zhe's temper. Today's scene was just the beginning. In his opinion, since it was not a serious movie but just a short commercial, Director Ye was very gentle today.
He handed Ye Zhe a teacup. Ye Zhe only liked to drink black tea all year round. He sipped it and moistened his throat. He heard the assistant next to him say, "This newcomer is so beautiful."
He was just making small talk, but he was also really moved. He had seen so many beauties with Ye Zhe, and Lin Jingmo was indeed a leader. Not to mention her performance after she got her acting skills, the kind of heart-pounding atmosphere, who wouldn't feel itchy when seeing it.
There were also people, such as Master Ye next to him.
Ye Zhe stretched out his hand to him and ignored his meaningless words: "Book."
"Oh, oh." The assistant took Ye Zhe's book out of the bag and gave it to him.
Ye Zhe didn't like to fold the corners of books. He only read one book at a time, and every time he would remember where he was, but this book had a folded corner.
Ye Zhe thought it was his assistant who folded it for him. He didn't think too much at first, but he found something wrong after flipping through a few pages.
There were traces of pen notes and lines on the book, and some places even had short thoughts.
Ye Zhe never wrote these.
He looked at the cover, "Black Elephant", which was the book he was reading.
Then he looked at the content, and his eyes gradually stopped.
Under one of the paragraphs, the owner of the book wrote: Motivation is a rational goal, but even the smartest and wisest people often confuse the boundaries between rationality and emotion. There is only a fine line between desire and motivation, so how can we distinguish them?
The handwriting is neat and meaningful, and it was not sloppy just because the space for writing is small.
Ye Zhe was in a subtle mood, because when he saw this paragraph, he had the same doubts.
He turned another page and read it quietly. On the way to the next page, he flipped through all the places in the book where the owner added thoughts.
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When they arrived at the location, because Lin Jingmo was still wearing makeup and hadn't changed her dress, she couldn't walk around and could only stay near the filming crew's camp. She
didn't eat lunch, so Gao Na brought her a fat-reducing meal. It was high in protein, low in calories, and not likely to ruin her makeup. Everything was perfect except that it tasted bad.
Lin Jingmo felt that being an artist wasn't that easy, so while eating, she let Xue Xin report to her about her next schedule.
Lin Jingmo was just a newcomer, so how could she have a schedule?
But Sister Shan was very powerful and had leaked the news of her filming a commercial, so some casting directors extended an olive branch to her.
Lin Jingmo was going to the summit, and she informed Sister Shan in advance that she would not be able to work for a week in December, so Sister Shan arranged her auditions and activities before and after this period.
Sister Shan screened the invitations for her, and those that were particularly low-level were passed without even looking at them. Now she was waiting for the commercial to be released on January 1 next year. Then Lin Jingmo's value would be different. She would definitely wait for the price to rise. In this way, there would be few people who would be interested. Therefore, Lin Jingmo had very few schedules throughout December, only one audition and one commercial shoot.
After hearing the schedule, Lin Jingmo asked Gao Na for her bag, intending to read a book for a while, and wait until the sun sets before starting the shoot.
As a result, after searching for a long time, she still couldn't find her book. Gao Na called the teacher in the studio to ask someone to help find it, and apologized to Lin Jingmo. This kind of thing of losing an artist's personal belongings was a big mistake.
Gao Na made such a mistake at the beginning, and she was an experienced assistant, and she felt stupid.
Lin Jingmo would never embarrass her. It was just a book. Seeing her annoyed expression, he comforted her instead.
Without books to kill time, Lin Jingmo had to open her mobile phone. The summit would be held on a small island in Japan. She reviewed Japanese for a while and got off the car to walk around nearby.
This is a resort that imitates a European town. Western-style buildings are lined up on both sides of the stone road. In the distance are single-family villas where guests stay overnight. In the woods to the west, there are more than 30 hot springs.
The setting sun is setting in the west, and the clouds are shining brightly, making the towering towers of the castle look magnificent and solemn.
The consumption here is not low. The cost of a single villa is over 10,000 yuan a night. From time to time, men and women in noble clothes pass by Lin Jingmo in the sightseeing car, and there are also guests walking. When they see Lin Jingmo, they will take a second look.
She didn't walk too far, just around a dozen meters from her nanny car. When she was bending over to read the introduction of a green plant, a frivolous voice came from behind her.
"Someone is taking wedding photos here."
The voice was very close to her, and the footsteps sounded like more than one person. Lin Jingmo suspected that she might be blocking their way, so she straightened up and moved to the side to make way. With a glance, her body slowed down.
There were seven people in the group, four men and three women. One of the men was looking at her with a playful look in his eyes. She still remembered that his name was Sheng Yu, and the other one she knew was the beautiful girl she met during the advertising interview, Ji Nanting.
Ji Nanting obviously recognized Lin Jingmo, but unlike Lin Jingmo's calmness, her expression became very ugly at that moment, which made Lin Jingmo quite confused.
There was a man next to her who hugged her waist. Although the man had a beautiful woman in his arms, his eyes kept looking at Lin Jingmo's face. He seemed to be a rich second-generation, and his looks were only okay. His small belly slightly pushed up his clothes, which looked a bit greasy.
In the world of erotic literature, there are men with eight-pack abs, big penises and good sex everywhere, but it is not common to see men with small bellies. In addition, although he and Ji Nanting were physically intimate, the atmosphere between them was not the same.
Looking at the other two girls again, their attire, demeanor, movements, and their vague attempts to please the men around them, Lin Jingmo probably had a guess, but couldn't bear to see the truth as it really was, so she lost interest in looking at the scenery around her.
Lin Jingmo knew that at this moment, all she could do was not show any curiosity or scrutiny, which might make the girl's face less pale.
She wanted to leave quietly, but was stopped by Sheng Yu.
"Lin Jingmo." He took a few steps closer, and under her gorgeous attire, the girl in front of him was no different from a fairy from heaven. Although Ji Nanting on the bed last night was also a first-class beauty, things that are not yet in hand are always more tempting. His eyes were as soft as the gentle and harmless sunlight at this moment, weaving a hunting net: "I'm happy to meet you like this, do you want to have a drink when you are free?"
Lin Jingmo refused simply: "Sorry, I don't have time."
Being ignored in front of his friends like this, Sheng Yu was still patient and smiled politely: "Then you go ahead and do your work, we'll see you next time."
When he said he would see you next time, his eyes were burning and bright, and that kind of certainty made Lin Jingmo feel disgusted and vaguely uneasy.