Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

It was as if the mountains and rivers were turned upside down in an instant, and the gravity and magnetic field of the whole earth were chaotic. Shen Mei stepped on the air, and the whole person fell forward. The scream in her throat woke up faster than her brain, breaking through the closed lips.There was a gust of wind that didn't exist, and she instinctively waved her hands in the air, trying to catch something.

But in the air, which is lighter than everything, what can be caught.

At the moment of falling, Shen Mei didn't know why, but a sentence crossed her mind.

All, it says, are but vanity and chasing after the wind.

A thin voice spoke among the high-pitched screams, "Shut up."

She slowly regained consciousness in that voice, and then realized that the sharp cry was actually made by herself. She forced herself to shut up, struggled to jump out of that person's arms, and pulled it away. Blindfolded with a tight tie——she fell off the stage by stepping on air, and was caught by Jiang Ling with both hands.

Jiang Ling looked at her quietly, bent down to pick up the tie she threw on the ground, patted it lightly, and slowly tied it on himself, "Do you understand? He fell off, and we will follow."

There was a hint of arrogance in the indifferent young man's slow movements, and Shen Mei blushed, only then did she realize that Jiang Ling was referring to "he" as "Su Jia Nuo", not Shen Mei.

Song Zhongjun gave the audience a wink, and the director immediately yelled "rest".

Ye Zi, Shen Mei's assistant, rushed up immediately, "Sister Shen Mei, are you okay!" It was a fat girl, wearing a pair of black-rimmed short-sighted glasses, and she quickly squatted down to check whether Shen Mei's ankle was intact. sprain.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Shen Mei pushed her away a little annoyed, "Smoke!"

Ye Zi quickly stood up again, took out a slender davidoff from the pocket around her waist, and ordered it for her.

Shen Mei bit the filter tip and took a deep breath. The red flame at the end of the smoke was as bright as a little star, and she felt her heartbeat slowly calm down.She slowly exhaled the smoke ring, and through the layer of opaque white smoke, she found that the indifferent and somewhat proud boy was no longer in front of her.

She looked around with a cigarette between her fingertips, and it turned out that Jiang Ling had already returned to the stage. The makeup artist patted him in isolation, and there was a girl in padded jeans and a ponytail standing in front of him, covering for him. Adjusting the tie, she fiddled with the tie clumsily while frowning and said something to Jiang Ling, probably his manager or assistant.

Jiang Ling stood with his back to her, she couldn't see his expression, but that guy must still stand there with a deadpan expression on his face, making people want to beat him up.

Shen Mei smiled to herself, took another deep breath of the cigarette, shook the soot, and asked the makeup artist to come up and touch up her makeup.

"Are you OK?"

A familiar voice sounded next to her ear, she didn't turn around, she was still carefully brushing mascara on her eyes in the makeup mirror, "I can't die."

"You know you're standing on the edge of the stage." Song Zhongjun didn't look at her, and smiled and waved to the excited audience in the auditorium from a distance. The words in his mouth were declarative sentences rather than interrogative sentences.

"Of course." Shen Mei pursed her lips impatiently, to see if the lip gloss was applied evenly, "I have stayed on this platform that is tens of square meters for eight years, let alone blindfolded, even if I dig out these eyes I can rebuild this table for you on the spot.”

Song Zhongjun smiled, and he didn't continue to ask if this was the case, why did she still move forward, and why she screamed so panicked when she walked forward.

It's like he never cared about her confrontation with him on stage.

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