Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

Glancing at the watch on her left hand, Wanwan asked Lu Qing and Xia Tian to sit here and watch the show. She had to go backstage to accompany them to wait.

Although they were the last ones to appear, in order to prevent the program from being changed, the four of them had already changed their clothes and put on makeup and were waiting in the lounge.

Fortunately, this is a newly built building with a large space, so they can be allocated a separate dressing room. They don't have to be like the actors of previous generations who crowded in the corridor and carefully sat on the newspapers.

Standing in front of the door of the lounge, Gu Wanwan took a deep breath. As the coach, she must talk, laugh, be energetic and work hard in order to stabilize the morale of the army!

However, as soon as she opened the door, her breath almost choked in her chest - Eddie was half lying on the sofa, with his long legs stretched high, playing PSP happily; Sujiano closed his eyes and crossed his legs,

Sitting on the carpet calmly and doing yoga; Jiang Ling stood leaning against the wall with his eyes half-closed, with two thin white lines extending downward next to his ears. He didn’t know what he was listening to... All the handsome guys were so old and godlike, so relaxed.

Joy, it doesn't feel like waiting backstage, it's almost like a group of college students packing a bus for a spring outing.

She looked around and found that fortunately there was someone doing something a little less unreliable. Ji Mo was sitting with the makeup artist Sister Fu, whispering something.

When she came closer and took a closer look, she almost vomited blood. The boy had his fingers spread open and was drying his pink peach-painted nails in the wind. When he saw her walking over, not only did he not feel guilty at all, but he lowered his head and blew on the half-dried nails.

Nail polish, with a bright smile on her face, "Wanwan, look at it, does it look good? I saw a Weibo post today and realized that I have peach blossom eyes, so I asked Sister Fu to help me put on my nails.

There are also peach blossoms painted on it, which really catches my eye, right?"

As he spoke, he put his fingers beside the slightly upturned outer corners of his eyes to let her compare them.

Banwan definitely had to try her best to resist the urge to slap Jimo to death. You said it's not good for an idol male singer to like something, but he is keen on singing "Wolf in Sheep's Clothing" and painting girlish manicure. This is not

what is the matter!

But she couldn't wave the whip and make them nervous immediately, so she had no choice but to agree with Jimo and tell two lame little jokes, and then sat next to Eddie to give him advice on how to plant peashooters to prevent the zombies from attacking.

She even imitated Jia Nuo and tried to move her hard body. After a while, her hands and feet ached and she was defeated. She had to go to Jiang Ling with a salivating face and asked him enthusiastically what song he was listening to.

Unfortunately, Jiang Ling's cold temperament and his attitude of keeping away from strangers prevented her from reaching into the air to pick off his earphones.

Later, she stopped talking and walked around the room alone. She only looked up from time to time to see how the C City Spring Festival Gala, which was broadcast live on the TV on the upper right side of the room, was progressing.

Every minute is so painful, and every hour passes so quickly.

Soon, only the bottom two programs on the program list were left unperformed.

Gu Wanwan stood up with a forced smile, "I'm going to the auditorium to watch your show live. Don't be nervous, just follow what we have rehearsed. In fact, it doesn't matter if the show is bad, not many people will watch it anyway.

Staying up so late watching TV.”

Almost at the same time as the door closed, Jiang Ling raised his eyes and took off his silent earphones. He glanced over and saw that the smile on Ji Mo's face faded and he looked at the person who had just been washed with a slightly strange look.

After removing the color from his fingernails, Eddie also put down the game console in his hand and sat up on the sofa. Only Sukarno still maintained his original posture with his eyes closed, sitting calmly and peacefully on the carpet.