Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

Bangwan checked the surrounding terrain and found a 24-hour chain fast food restaurant not far away, so she ordered some late night snacks and drinks. They arrived just in time, and she asked the staff to take a break and eat whatever they wanted.

Because the shooting tonight went quite smoothly, and only the cover photo was left. As soon as everyone relaxed, they realized that they were hungry. They came over and took a big bite of the pizza. They joked with each other and relaxed their tight muscles.

nerve.

She glanced at Jiang Ling, who was still wearing the new fashion that had just been photographed and cost more than six figures, and was sitting alone in a chair, and her hands moved faster - he had been busy preparing for the game since the afternoon, and he didn't even have time for dinner.

When eating, half of the makeup is on the face, and the pizza will smear the lip gloss, so you have to cut it into small pieces before you can eat it.

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

But Jiang Ling was probably really tired today. As soon as the people in "f&b" dispersed, his whole body collapsed. His hands were weakly placed on the armrests, and his whole body sank into the seat. When he saw her putting down the food, he

He just shook his head slightly.

"Eat something. You didn't eat very well today. You have to shoot later. How can you not be energetic? This pizza is very delicious." She coaxed him with nice words, while using a fork to fork it.

Let him smell the pizza.

Jiang Ling frowned tiredly, opened his lips slightly, and swallowed the pizza that was brought to her mouth.

"Can you have another piece?" Wanwan felt like a nurse coaxing a child to take medicine. She was overjoyed that he could eat something.

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

"How about some milk tea?" She rummaged through the paper bag containing the drinks. The tastes of Jiangling and Sukarno were somewhat similar, and they also tended to be sweeter.

But this time he refused, "Give me a cup of double charcoal, without milk or sugar."

Charcoal roasted coffee was burnt and bitter, and most people who were not used to drinking it would find it difficult to swallow. Moreover, Jiang Ling was not a big coffee drinker. But seeing his insistent look in his eyes, she had no choice but to put a straw on the paper cup.

After drinking that large cup of coffee with my eyes closed, it was time to take pictures.

The moment she left, she noticed that Jiang Ling's sleeves were slightly curled, and naturally reached out to straighten them for him. After smoothing them, she realized that this dress was to be changed soon, and there was no need to straighten it.

He shook his head mockingly at himself in his heart, and stepped aside after the makeup artist and costumer who rushed up to him.

Chen Guo was sitting next to 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 sheepishly. She sat on the armrest of the sofa and brushed her scattered hair behind her ears. "They all said that I look more like an assistant than an agent."

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

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

From her position, she could only see the left half of his body. Under the light, Jiang Ling's dress was different from usual. He lost his eccentric and androgynous temperament and looked more like a complete... man.

His side face has sharp lines, thick eyebrows and nose, and dark eyes. He is wearing a simple gray vest and camouflage pants. Two ferocious long gray scars intersect on his left collarbone. His small black crew cut and heavy military boots seem to be ready to attack from behind at any time.

The lone agent took out a USP.45 from her waist and fired several rounds. Her body was stained with the smell of yellow sand and gunpowder that could not be washed away. She even noticed that the fingernails of Jiangling's naturally drooping left hand had been treated, and there was a layer of smoke like

The skin is yellow, and there are thick calluses and dark blood stains on the edges of the fingers.