Boyfriend For Hire

As if in the blink of an eye, it was time for the show to be recorded.

There are so many people in the whole program group, and everyone has thick dark circles under their eyes. During this period, Yang Xiao didn't know how he got through it.

She is either working in the studio or on the way to the studio. I can only sleep for two to three hours a day, and I rely on coffee to sustain my life.

She broke her heart for "King of Rebounds." You know, she had only four or five people under her last show, but now, she is in charge of a large team under her hands. She cares about everything and coordinates everything, for fear of any mistakes and let colleagues read jokes behind closed doors.

On the morning when the program started recording, Zhou Hui led all the staff of the program group to the temple and prayed to the Bodhisattva to bless everything and watch Changhong.

Yang Xiao was shocked, knelt down blankly, kowtowed, and respected Xiang. The colleagues around me were much more religious than her, and all of them closed their eyes and muttered words. The colleague in charge of the management of the players even knocked their heads.

The colleague in charge of logistics brought two boxes of basketballs over and placed them in front of the Buddha statue, asking the monk to consecrate them. For a time, the entire lobby was filled with incense, and the Buddha's voice was faint, all falling on the brown-orange leather balls.

Yang Xiao was dumbfounded, and asked, "...isn't it a bad idea to engage in feudal superstition with such fanfare?"

The copywriter colleague said, "Hey, this is an old tradition. It's the same as when the film crew has to worship the altar before shooting. We have done everything we can, but whether a program is popular or not, we still have to watch it. God's will."

After the group of people worshipped, before stepping out of the temple gate, they ran into another group of people who came to worship incense—it was the "Basketball Frenzy" program group!

The two groups of people stared at them, and froze at the entrance of the temple.

Yang Xiao originally thought it was an exaggeration for his show team to carry the basketball. How could he think that "Basketball Mania" actually packed all the basketball uniforms and basketball shoes, which is bigger than their battle.

When the enemy meets, they are extremely jealous. Yang Xiao thought that a scolding battle would be on the verge, but Zhou Hui didn't even wrinkle his brows, and his contemptuous eyes swept across the opponent, leaving a sarcasm, and stepped away.

And what about the face of the opposing team? Guilt, embarrassment, guilty conscience, but want to hold on to it again...

Betrayers are always betrayers, and their own guilty conscience is enough to torture them.

...

The group rushed back to the studio again.

All the construction is over long ago, and thirty contestants have lined up in the backstage for makeup.

"This is really the easiest job I have ever taken." A makeup artist applied foundation to the contestants while chatting with colleagues. Makeup is much easier."

"That's true." Another makeup artist said, "I followed a men's team audition show before, and I got up at four o'clock every morning to make up. One hundred contestants, just ten make-up artists, put them on the same line as makeup. Male The idol should also apply eye shadow, draw eyeliner and brush the eyelashes. If the painting is light, it will offend the fans and scold you for being partial and not good at painting; if the painting is heavy, the fans will dislike too much, making me innocent inside and outside." She sighed. , Looked down at the tall and handsome young man in front of him, and said with a smile, "Handsome man, take it easy. You have a good foundation. I'll trim your eyebrows. Don't be nervous."

"I, I'm not nervous!" Meng Yufan's tall body stiffened into an iron plate. When putting on make-up, his hands were always on his knees like a pupil, clenched into fists, and his palms were full of sweat.

This is the first time he put on makeup since he was born more than 20 years ago. The makeup artist took some water, milk, and slapped on his face, wiped out the bottles and cans, and then started to apply foundation to him, and he took the eyebrow sharpener and made gestures on his face. When the makeup artist asked him to close his eyes, he closed his eyes, but after closing his eyes, his other senses were enlarged: he could feel the sharp blade rubbing against the brow bone several times, and it was a little itchy, which made his eyes keep under the eyelids. move. The most frightening thing is that the makeup artist drew his eyebrows just now! Draw the eyebrows! Draw the eyebrows!

He opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror, cracked his mouth and smiled stiffly.

The makeup artist looked around for a while, and suddenly said, "Handsome man, your mouth is a bit dry. I'll put some lipstick on you."

Before he could refuse, the makeup artist had already unscrewed a small blue tin can printed with small flowers, dug out a thick layer of transparent paste from it, and pasted it on his mouth.

"After the upper lip, it will have a little red." The makeup artist said, "but you have to be on the mirror, and the mouth is a little bit colored to look good."

Meng Yufan: "???"

He actually put on "lipstick", and the "lipstick" is still strawberry flavor! ! !

Meng Yufan left the dressing room in despair, feeling that his straight man was completely destroyed at this moment.

In the rest area next to them, there are already many contestants who have finished putting on makeup, gathering in twos and threes to chat. The rest area is large enough to hold all the players, but the crowd is very clear-

The children selected from sports schools and clubs gathered together happily and laughed at each other's eyebrows and the foundation on their faces.

The college athletes who were born in Cuba like Meng Yufan, because they often meet on the field, are still a topic.

The most incompatible is undoubtedly the oldest CBA retired athletes. The atmosphere in that area is almost frozen. Everyone is playing with their mobile phones and ignores each other.

Think about it, the children in that group school are only fifteen or six years old, and the retired athletes are in their early thirties. The age difference is doubled. It is really difficult to integrate.

However, new born calves are not afraid of tigers. Some bold children mustered up the courage, took the small notebooks prepared in advance, and ran over to ask the retired athletes to sign. Their eyes were shining with yearning, and they hoped that their future self would be like them. Work for cba.

Meng Yufan took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it idly.

He poked Xu Dong's WeChat account and left a message for him.

After the rain, the weather is fine: Dongzi, I'm here to record the show.

After the rain, the sky is sunny: You can't even think of it, men actually have to put on makeup!

After rain, the sky is clear: It's so weird, I wiped my face again, and painted my eyebrows again.

Yuguotianqing: I wanted to take a picture of you, but I thought about it. After the show is broadcast, you can watch it directly on TV.

Yuguotianqing: You wake up soon, you won't sleep until the show is broadcast, will you?

Naturally, these comments were not answered.

At this moment, a boy ran to Meng Yufan holding a pen and paper. Meng Yufan quickly put away the phone and looked at him.

The boy's hair is very short, with only a layer of shaggy hair stubble, and a green scalp can be seen. The head is also round, like a cute little monk.

It's just that this "little" monk is over 1.8 meters tall. If it weren't for his immature face to expose his age, many people would think he was an adult if he just looked at his back.

The little monk said, "Brother Meng, can you sign me?"

Meng Yufan was a little surprised: "Do you know me?"

"Of course I know you!" The little monk said excitedly, "I am your fan. I have watched many of your games!" He was afraid that Meng Yufan would not believe him, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and gave it to Meng Yufan. Look at the photos in your own album.

The little monk said again: "I have all thoughts about it, and I will also report to China University in the future. I will be your junior!"

Meng Yufan was very moved. He took the little monk's notebook and wrote down his name carefully one stroke at a time. He also wrote a special message, wishing the little fan realize his dream as soon as possible.

The little monk hugged the notebook and left happily—then he walked to a player surnamed Zhang next to him.

"Brother Zhang, I am your fan, can you sign me? I will watch every game of yours. Look, I still have a picture of you on my phone!" by a young monk with superb acting skills.

The contestant Zhang nodded flatteredly, and took the pen and paper from the little monk.

Meng Yufan, who had witnessed everything: "???"

What is a scumbag? This is a scumbag!

Suddenly, someone shouted: "The production team is here!"

The whole lounge was quiet in an instant, and all twenty pairs of eyes looked at the door. Soon, a sound of footsteps sounded in the corridor, and then, the closed door was pushed open——

The first to come into view was a professional woman in her forties. She has short hair, a straight back, and a serious expression without anger.

Seven or eight people followed her closely, everyone with a work card hanging on their necks, Meng Yufan glanced over and saw what planning, copywriting, art management, business, and... choreographer were written on it.

The young female choreographer did not wear a professional skirt today, but a pair of jeans and a hoodie that are convenient for sports. She has a pair of red and white AJs under her feet. Her hair is tied high, and she wobbles from side to side as she walks, like an agile tail.

Four eyes face each other.

Meng Yufan winked his eyebrows deliberately, raising a flattering, big smirk. However, Yang Xiao's face was indifferent, and his eyes passed him without fluctuation, and slid to the other players, as if he was just an ordinary Chinese cabbage.

Meng Yufan: "..."

Producer Zhou Hui is here to express condolences to the players. The program schedule is very tight. It is necessary to record two programs within two days, and each hour is in competition, competition, and competition. The players who record the program for the first time are easily confused.

Zhou Hui first gave a brief introduction to the show to all the players. She spoke very fast, crackling like a machine gun. She is obviously not very tall, but standing in front of her, more than 20 big men were actually overwhelmed by her momentum, and the whole team was extremely quiet.

"Sorry everyone, I will have a meeting with the sponsor in a while, so I can't stay here." Zhou Hui turned to look at the choreographer beside him, "Yang Xiao, are you going to see the sponsor with me or stay here? "

Of course Yang Xiao didn't want to see his ex-boyfriend, and immediately said, "I'll stay here. I think the players must still have some unclear points about the shooting process. I'll stay here to answer your questions."

Zhou Hui didn't see that something was wrong with her, nodded, and left with someone.

As soon as the terrifying Demon King left, the wind direction in the entire lounge immediately changed.

Yang Xiao is young and beautiful, so how can such a big beauty be placed in front of a group of hungry wolves?

After Yang Xiao introduced the detailed recording process of the show, he left time for the players to ask questions freely.

Said to answer questions, but the result? The problems of the contestants were all weird, and the collective mentality was reduced, which made it hard for the third grade of elementary school. Twenty young men and two dozen mouths chirping together, it is more annoying than a flock of geese.

This asked: "Sister, what time is this show scheduled? I'm going to make an appointment to watch a movie tonight!"

Yang Xiao faced these ball rascals and was not polite, and directly replied: "You just push the date. I pack the tickets, and the show is much more tiring than you play a game. After you finish the recording today, you can come and record it tomorrow. Shed is not easy."

The one asked: "Beauty, can you not get together so early in the future, we big men, what kind of makeup do you put on, my mother!"

Yang Xiao also said: "Whether you make up or not has nothing to do with'mother', but only with'ugliness.' Our show needs ratings, and the shaggy face with acne pits is not suitable for photogenic."

Yang Xiao dismissed several people in succession, and the rest of them extinguished the messy thoughts, but there were still some people who were unwilling to give up, hiding in the crowd, and secretly asking questions.

"—Miss sister, do you have a boyfriend?"

Standing in the last row, Meng Yufan immediately raised his head and looked at Yang Xiao.

Although the two said that they were strangers during the recording of the show, they have not talked about how to deal with this kind of problem.

Meng Yufan couldn't guess how Yang Xiao would respond.

"Boyfriend?" Yang Xiao looked in the direction of the sound source and said lightly, "I don't have a boyfriend."

Meng Yufan: "..." Fanfanhin was wronged, but Fanfan didn't say anything.

In the next second, the girl raised her left hand, and on her slender middle finger, a delicate and elegant diamond ring took everyone's attention away.

She smiled lightly and replied: "But I have a fiance, who is just betrothed during the Spring Festival."

Meng Yufan: "!!!"

Where did the diamond ring come from? ? ?

Did he succeed in his marriage proposal when he bought a diamond ring while sleepwalking? ? ?