Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

"Tea!!!" The fans wearing four-color team uniforms cheered in unison, and turned their heads with the vibration, and saw an all-black Lincoln limousine stopped at the end of the red carpet.

The rear door opened, and a young man in a dark gray narrow-fitting suit stepped out. His flaxen green hair was a little messy, and his dark green eyes were emerald green. He was as handsome as a deep well that one would be willing to sink into.

"Eddie, we love you!" The girls in Ceylon tea-like red T-shirts laughed and held up the banners in their hands.

Jiang Ling came out next, his attire was exactly the same as Eddie's, but his long golden hair and indifferent expression completely separated the two.If Eddie is a fallen angel who is willing to fall into hell with him, then Jiang Ling is a ruthless god who stands coldly on the clouds and watches the whole world collapse. Your fanaticism can only make him more indifferent, and it is that The indifference that is close to indifference makes people more frantic and want to scream.

The crowd in ginger uniforms accounted for the majority, and there was a kind of religious fanaticism in their shouts.

Eddie and Jiang Ling, one is a moss-covered dark green pool, the other is the polar ice blue of the snowfield glacier, both of them are so beautiful and outstanding, standing side by side on both sides of the car door, almost attracting the attention of everyone in the audience.

Gu Wanwan patted her chest, but luckily she wisely decided not to come in the same car with them, otherwise she would be left unkempt like a fire girl.

The next one to get out of the Lincoln was Su Jianuo. He was wearing a pure white suit, his skin was as clear as warm jade, his eyebrows were curved, his varnish-like dove gray eyes were clear and clear, and his body was full of holy fluorescence like a choir, like The Son comes.

"Nonuo...Nonuo..." The fans in the four-color team uniform called his name softly like a sigh, and every breath was lingering tenderness.There is no one else who can make people think that speaking in front of him with a loud voice is like blasphemy like Su Jianuo.

Su Jianuo has a vague gentle feeling of "how much hate the west wind blows, and the eyebrows can't be blown away". The moment he appeared, it seemed that even the time slowed down, and everything was covered with a layer of white gauze. soft.

Because of this, the reporters who unconsciously raised their heads from the camera lens to look at him missed the next explosive shot - a pure white fish tail in a piano-painted black Lincoln sedan Landing leisurely, the long skirt dragged on the bright red red carpet, and the light and misty veil pressed down by the garland decorated with raffia, baby's breath and jasmine fluttered in the wind.

Everyone was stunned.

They stared fixedly at the bride who gracefully bent over and got off the Lincoln car, not knowing what words to use to describe the shock in their hearts.

Is this a beautiful wedding?

Under extreme astonishment, they even forgot to think, whose wedding is this going to be?And how could anyone take the red carpet of a music awards ceremony as their own red carpet to the church?Is Sukarno in a white suit getting married? Eddie and Jiang Ling are his best man, so where is the bridesmaid?Why would the agency allow artists to get married publicly at this time, and why was no one notified in advance?

Everyone gapes at this ridiculous "wedding" at the wrong place at the wrong time, unable to ask anything.

Is this a beautiful wedding?

——Only this question, like a black hole that absorbs everything, occupies their entire field of vision, their entire mind.