Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

It wasn't until a full 10 minutes after Jiang Ling and the others left that Yang Baa stood alone in the empty parking lot holding Jiang Ling's autographed CD tightly in both hands, still unable to calm down his beating heart.

"Baa baa, where is Jiangling?" A slightly shrill female voice sounded behind her.

Baa-baa Yang was startled by the sound, and turned around only to find that it was his friend Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu, you are injured! Are you okay?" There were only a few street lights in the parking lot, and the light was very dim. It was not until her friend approached her that she found blood on her knees. "Your arm was also scratched, did you get robbed?" Is it? Let's go to the hospital quickly."

"It's okay," Xiaoyu waved his hand impatiently, "I ran too fast and accidentally fell. What about the Jiangling people? They haven't come yet, right? They're still surrounded by the media, right? It must be Like this, everyone is so excited today, there must be a lot of gingerbread around him for autographs and group photos. Although Jiang Ling looks cold on the surface, he is actually very soft-hearted towards fans. He must not have the heart to refuse them. So it took so long, but it's okay, I'm willing to wait..."

Yang Baa Baa muttered and didn't know how to respond to her friend, but seeing her gradually lose control, there was a strange smile in her voice, and finally she mustered up the courage to interrupt her soliloquy, "Jiangling...just left ...But he gave us two autographed limited-edition CDs, and his manager also said that when Jiangling holds a concert, he will definitely give us VIP concert tickets, and after that there will be a fan meeting and..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu didn't hear her words at all, "How could Jiang Ling leave without seeing me? He clearly promised to see the two of us!"

She was frightened by her anger, "Yes...it's like this, their company suddenly has some urgent matters, so there is no way to wait any longer, Jiang Ling even told me that he is very sorry, please forgive me. Xiaoyu, you Don't be angry, we will definitely have many opportunities to meet Jiang Ling in the future."

"I don't forgive, I don't forgive! What chance is there? I knew I shouldn't buy some lipstick for a while," Xiaoyu's voice gradually tinged with tears, and she suddenly raised her hands vigorously The thing in it hit the ground, "I knew I shouldn't go! The last time I picked up the plane, the last event, and the flower delivery at the previous draft, I either missed it or didn't stand out. Why do you want someone to stand by him? It is so difficult for him to see me in front of me?! Why... I obviously like him so much... woo...why..." Speaking of the end, the girl's tense nerves finally collapsed, she covered her face with her hands, crying like rain.

"Little fish..." Baa Yang hurriedly stepped forward to hug her crying friend. Through her shoulder, she could see a cylindrical object rolling slowly on the ground, which was the lipstick that Xiaoyu ran to buy specially.

After receiving a text message from Jiang Ling's manager, the two were planning to go to the parking lot together to wait for Jiang Ling, but Xiaoyu saw the scene of Jiang Ling getting up on stage to win the award on the live TV. She said that Jiang Ling's lips were a little dry, and she was going to Buy him a tube of lip balm.

She still held her back at the beginning, saying that she didn't see a commercial building nearby, and the lipsticks in the convenience store were not very good.But Xiaoyu winked at her with a smile, and said that there was a newly opened store five blocks away. She hailed a taxi and came back soon, but she didn't expect that in the end...

She patted her friend's shoulder awkwardly, "Xiaoyu, don't cry, or I'll give you both CDs."

The thin girl didn't answer, but leaned on her shoulder and sobbed softly, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances, attachments, and twists and turns that were stagnant in her heart.

In the dead of night in the parking lot, the night is deep, only a little light reflected from the snow-blue lipstick that fell on the ground.

That is the favorite color of the little fish.