Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Wanwan checked the surrounding terrain and found a 24-hour chain fast food restaurant not far away, so he ordered some supper and drinks.It happened to be delivered at this moment, and she beckoned the staff to take a break and eat something casually.

Because the shooting went well tonight, only the cover photo was left, and everyone felt hungry when they relaxed, and they all came over and took a big bite of pizza, and teased each other, to relax their tight tension nerve.

She glanced at Jiang Ling, who was still wearing the six-figure new fashion that he had just photographed, and was sitting alone in a chair, and the movements of his hands sped up - he had been busy preparing for the competition since the afternoon, and he didn't even have time for dinner Eat, half of the makeup is on the face, and the pizza will rub off the lip gloss, so you have to cut it into small pieces to eat.

She inserted a plastic fork on the sliced ​​seafood pizza and gently placed it on the dressing table in front of Gangneung.

But Jiang Ling was probably really tired today, he collapsed as soon as the "f&b" people dispersed, his hands rested on the armrests weakly, and his whole body sank into the seat.Seeing her put the food down, he just shook his head slightly.

"Eat something, you haven't eaten well today, and you have to shoot later, what can you do if you don't have the energy? This pizza is very delicious." She coaxed him nicely, while using a fork Let him smell the pizza.

Jiang Ling frowned tiredly, opened his lips slightly, and swallowed the pizza she brought to his lips.

"Can I have another piece?" Wanwan only felt like a nurse coaxing a child to take medicine, and she was overjoyed that he could eat something.

After eating three small pieces of pizza like this, Jiang Ling refused to eat any more.

"How about some milk tea?" She rummaged through the paper bag containing the drink. Jiang Ling and Su Jia Nuo had similar tastes, but they also had more sweetness.

But this time he refused, "Give me a cup of double charcoal, no milk and no sugar."

Charcoal roasted coffee is bitter and sweet, and most people who are not used to drinking it find it hard to swallow, not to mention that Jiang Ling doesn't drink coffee much, but seeing his persistent eyes, she had no choice but to insert a straw on the paper cup.

After drinking the big cup of coffee with eyes closed, it was time to shoot.

When she was about to leave, she noticed that Jiang Ling's sleeves were slightly curled, and she naturally stretched out her hands to fix them for him. Only after they were smoothed did she realize that the clothes were going to be changed soon, and there was no need to straighten them.She shook her head mockingly at herself from the bottom of her heart, letting the make-up and costume artists rushing forward, and stepped aside.

Chen Guo was sitting beside her with a cup of hot soy milk in her hand, she probably saw this scene, and teased her with a smile, "You and Jiang Ling have a very good relationship."

Gu Wanwan smiled embarrassedly. She sat on the armrest of the sofa and brushed some loose hair behind her ears, "They all said that I am more like an assistant than a manager."

After a while, the shooting started, and the lights in the room were completely turned off, leaving only the two spotlights on the shooting set facing Jiangling.

In the darkness, the bright light became more and more dazzling.

From her position, only the left half of his body can be seen. Under the light, Jiang Ling's attire is different from usual, the indistinguishable and seductive temperament has faded away, and he looks more like a complete... man.

His side profile is sharp, with thick eyebrows and straight nose, and dark eyes. He is wearing a simple gray vest and camouflage pants. Two hideous gray and white long scars cross at the left collarbone. His small black crew cut and heavy military boots seem to be ready to go from behind at any time. The lone agent who took out a USP.45 and fired several shots in a row from his waist was stained with the smell of yellow sand and gunpowder that could not be washed away.She even noticed that the fingernails of Jiang Ling's naturally drooping left hand had been treated, with a layer of smoky yellow, thick calluses and dark blood stains on the edges of the fingers.