food idol

Chapter 183

The reason why Hua Zhong appeared here was also to participate in the Linde Film Festival.He filmed a movie with several foreign actors, and the response was pretty good.

After Hua Zhong nodded, he shook his head again, and said lightly, "I'm just going through the motions this time, so it's probably useless."

Mr. Chen frowned, "Is there something inside?"

Hua Zhong smiled, "It's not that, there are a lot of good films this time, if I were a judge, I wouldn't be able to let myself win the award against my conscience."

The three of them were silent for a while. In fact, there was another reason. Everyone knew it well. In the final analysis, it was just a regional protection policy.

While talking, seeing Xiao Xiuman and her manager coming from the bathroom, Hua Zhong sighed slightly with a complicated expression.

Mr. Chen deliberately teased him, "What's wrong, have you taken a fancy to this little girl?"

Hua Zhong looked at him dumbfounded, "What are you talking about, my daughter is so old, don't keep destroying the harmony of my family."

After a pause, he sighed speciously, "Young people nowadays are too impatient."

Mr. Chen laughed at first, "I am older than you, I don't feel any emotion, what kind of old man are you pretending to be." Then he continued, "Very nice girl, but she is a little impetuous."

They have all been in the entertainment circle for decades, and they are used to the storms, so they can't see through anything.

If Xiao Xiuman had any bad intentions, that would not be the case.

It is a good thing to be self-motivated, but it is hard to say if you are too eager for quick success.

Not everyone wants unspoken rules or something. In the eyes of the older generation, it is enough to act in a down-to-earth manner and be a down-to-earth person. Why bother to make things that are not needed.

Mr. Chen also thought of something, and he sighed leisurely, "Forget it, now, it's not our era anymore, I can't figure out the thoughts of young people, I can't figure it out."

As he spoke, his eyes swept over Wen Tang, who was drooling with contentment while holding a gourmet magazine, and Mr. Chen couldn't help laughing, "It's really a blessing to be a fool. It's a blessing to be able to eat."

A long flight is a pain, because you can't even take a train to go out for a walk and breathe fresh air when the train stops halfway.

The clouds in foreign countries did not produce any more flowers. Without the excitement of going abroad for the first time, Wen Tang became excited again when the plane passed by those rare blue seas in China. He hurriedly took some photos, and then All the way to sleep in the past.

When the plane was about to land, the voice of the flight attendant was the only one that was still as sweet as ever and looked refreshed, and the rest, including Wen Tang, all the passengers were like wilting dishes.

Mr. Chen is getting old, taking a long-distance flight is no different from being tortured. When he stood up, he had to be helped by Hua Zhong next to him, stretching his waist and making noises.

"Oh, I really can't accept it." Mr. Chen beat himself with a wry smile, and looked at the makeup tools extended by the assistant with a little resistance. Just a few wet wipes, and the wheat complexion is healthy."

The notification sound of destination arrival is endowed with another meaning at this moment:
Almost reflexively, all the artists, and even their assistants, cheered up as if they had drunk a pot of chicken blood.

This one put his artist on the seat and combed his hair well, while the other seized the time to take out the makeup box from the top of his head, took the "palette" and wiped it on.

Wen Tang slept very intently along the way, and Xiao Su almost cried when tidying up, "Sister, why don't you pay attention! There are wrinkles on your face."

Xiao Su found out a scarf, "Sister, take this with you when you go down later, to cover the creases on your face."

(End of this chapter)