The Queen is In Pairs [entertainment Circle]

There is a saying in "Forrest Gump": Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what the next piece will taste.

Just as you don’t know when you took off your pants and blown on the air conditioner and you were photographed by others...

Xia Yitong: "..."

The hand holding the phone has long fingers and very short nails. It is a woman's hand. Xia Yitong was not so delusional that someone stole Lu Yinbing’s room card and hid in the bathroom to take pictures of her. The most likely explanation is: Lu Yinbing was in the bathroom when she first walked in, but I don’t know why. Without making a sound, Lu Yinbing didn't change her slippers, she naturally thought that the other party hadn't come back.

Sure enough, as the door was opened, Lu Yinbing's long legs also stepped out from inside, and raised the phone in his hand: "Shock! In broad daylight, the popular frontline teacher Xia Yitong blatantly took off his pants and acted as a hooligan. !"

Xia Yitong clutched the blanket and pleaded, "Ms. Lu--"

"Hey." Lu Yinbing made a gesture of listening respectfully, "What's the matter?"

"You delete it." Xia Yitong wanted to cry without tears.

"How can such a large material be deleted?" Lu Yinbing looked at her carefully, "I worked so hard to ambush in the bathroom just to wait for this moment. This photo must be worth a lot of money to sell."

After Lu Yinbing said the words without changing his face, he smiled in his heart: This open-eyed and nonsense ability was probably learned from Xia Yitong. There is no hard work in ambush. She walked into the bathroom cubicle with her front foot and Xia Yitong on the back foot. Just entering, Lu Yinbing simply hid in the corner of the room inside, deliberately making no sound, so Xia Yitong didn't notice it.

She originally planned to come out when Xia Yitong was not paying attention to frighten her. Not only did it come true, but it received unexpected results.

"My teacher Lu." Xia Yitong clasped her hands together, squatted her mouth, posing in a pitiful posture, and said coquettishly, "My good teacher Lu, please, please delete it. If you like to look at my photos, I'll take another shot for you, how many shots I want, okay?"

When these words came out, both of them were stunned at the same time.

Lu Yinbing remembered that he secretly watched Xia Yitong's Weibo photo before going out this morning. He couldn't help but his face was hot, and he couldn't help but slander: "Did she see my phone screen this morning? Then why didn't she... "

Xia Yitong was shocked at the tone of her sudden familiarity, and she became familiar enough that she crossed the line. This kind of cute and coquettish attitude is not only for close relatives and close friends, but only for gagging when facing the media. She actually spoke this way to Lu Yinbing so naturally.

Lu Yinbing wouldn't think she was pushing her nose to face, would she? After all, she should still be just a friend who is only a little closer than her acquaintances.

One mind diverged, the other worried, and froze in place for a while.

Time stood still for three seconds, and the two of them recovered at the same time, but Lu Yinbing was disappointed to find that Xia Yitong’s weak expression that seemed to make people want to continue to bully was gone, replaced by the calmness and pretense he had always been. Calmly.

Naturally, Xia Yitong also noticed the slight changes in Lu Yinbing's expression, and did not understand why her face suddenly deteriorated.

"Ms. Lu?"

Lu Yinbing: "You..."

"what?"

Lu Yinbing said, "Do the expression just now again."

"Just now?"

"It's the expression with folded hands."

"So?" Xia Yitong did it again for her. Lu Yinbing was still unsatisfied, hanging his eyebrows and said, "There are still lines."

Lines?

"My good teacher Lu's sentence?"

"Um."

Huh? Teacher Lu, what kind of evil is this? Xia Yitong automatically made up for "good brother" and "good sister", and was immediately embarrassed and shook his head frantically.

Lu Yinbing said displeased: "What kind of expression do you have, it's so embarrassing for you to say something good?"

"No, no," Xia Yitong shook his head to fly, "You are good everywhere, really! But true love should be kept in the heart, and you can't just say it casually."

"Put his mother...I think you played the role of Niang Niang okay today." Lu Yinbing said with a serious face.

"Thank you Teacher Lu for the compliment." Xia Yitong was about to laugh to death when she accidentally said that she was bald, but on the surface she still had to remain calm and humble. After all, Lu Yinbing thought she was still a lady who never said dirty words in the public mind. .

"You see you like listening to me praise you, please praise me."

Xia Yitong compromised, folded her hands, and bowed to her twice: "My good teacher Lu."

Well-behaved, respectful, and very sincere, but it's not like worshiping a living person.

Lu Yinbing squinted, "Baby Xia, your courage is really getting bigger and bigger."

As soon as the baby said this sentence, Xia Yitong's heart trembled immediately, feeling that his numb legs were now softer, and he almost fell to the ground, fortunately supported by a stool.

Before she could relax, Lu Yinbing "swiped" and lifted the blanket on Xia Yitong's legs.

Xia Yitong reflexed completely with a scream of "Ah", subconsciously stood up and grabbed the blanket from Lu Yinbing's hand. But she was half a head shorter than Lu Yinbing. Lu Yinbing was still flying the blanket on tiptoe in the air, and Xia Yitong, who had a net height of 166, jumped and couldn't grab it.

"Good Teacher Lu! I beg you."

"Now thinking about reconciliation with me, it's too late."

"I will worship whatever you want me to do."

"Stop talking!"

The two chased around the edge of the bed, the shadows on the curtains glued together.

...

Opposite the hotel, a paparazzi room slightly higher than the height of Lu Xia's room.

The box lunch is fragrant, and the sweet and sour eggplant is soft and rotten, mixed with the rice. A young man with long, sloppy hair and pigtails and dark eye circles was quickly picking a bowl of rice in his mouth, suddenly covering his chest, and coughing hard to speak: "Water, water."

A telephoto lens was mounted on the window with a tripod. The angle was lower, and a yellow hair stared at the dark circles of the two eyes as well. His eyes wanted to get into the lens. It would be better to burn the curtains and burn the curtains.

Hearing the call from his partner, he threw a bottle of water in his hand without looking back, and he was "in his arms" in the middle of the other person. The pigtail took the water and poured it down, so it was easy to swallow the sweet and sour eggplant rice bowl stuck in the middle. Going down, he cursed bitterly: "Damn it."

Huang Mao rubbed his sore eyes and twisted his neck again. He has been in this industry for many years. He is more experienced and calmer than a braid. He asked: "Have you finished eating? You can stare at it after eating. I'm also hungry. Have to panic."

"The pigtail was ignored by him, and he lowered his head to eat in silence. After three minutes, the meal was finished, the water was also drunk, and a new bottle was opened, and he put on the pigtail and looked in front of the camera.

Huang Mao opened the soaked rice noodle lunch box on one side. One of the rice noodles was as thick as the usual two. When he picked it up, it broke. He sighed, tilted the plastic lunch box, and sucked directly with his mouth. He bit the peppercorns in one bite, endured it, waited until the next bite of rice noodles and swallowed it together.

Little Braid looked at the tight curtains in the camera, full of dissatisfaction in her heart, and couldn't help but turn her head and complain to the senior: "Brother, you said we came here to stare here before the filming of the show started. There is nothing. How do you stare at this."

Huang Mao raised his hand and threw one of the chopsticks over, centered on the small braid's forehead: "Work more, complain less, turn me over."

"Brother, it's really not my complaint." Little Braid turned her head in a whisper, "Look, Teacher Xia usually draws the curtains as soon as she enters the room, and she keeps the curtains tightly closed back and forth, and hasn't fallen down once, just like anti-reconnaissance. , It’s better to live separately, with the window open anyway, even if there’s nothing, it’s okay to look at your face and calm down."

Huang Mao lost another chopstick.

The braid clutched his head and exclaimed, "Brother, why are you hitting me again? Are you practicing the javelin? You lose a position every time, it hurts."

Huang Mao slurped his last sip of the soup, and sighed, the taste was a bit heavy, which was considered full. He stood up on the sofa, looked at the pigtail with a deep hatred of iron and steel, and said: "I still want to train you to take my class. I don't have the keenness of journalists at all. Why are they both? When we lived apart, it was open for us to see—"

The pigtail interrupted him weakly: "Brother, we are a sneak shot..."

Huang Mao justified his words: "What is a sneak shot? Can a journalist's shoot be called a sneak shot? Besides, the stars are all urinary, and they all look like icebergs and snow lotus. They strongly condemn us, but secretly sell us news for breaking the news. Fuck the topic, since they are confused in this industry, they should have known that everything should be supervised by the great us!"

Little Braid always thinks something is wrong. Lu Yinghou's kind of international coffee doesn’t need to be enthusiastic. In the past two years, Mr. Xia has been normalizing, besides his studio, many people have been staring at it, but since Huang Mao said that, Little Braid He echoed: "Yes, yes, what I said makes sense."

"Where did I just say?" Huang Mao lighted himself a cigarette, refreshing.

"Why do you leave it open for us to supervise when we live apart? When we are together, we are like guarding against thieves every day. Are there ghosts?" Huang Mao smiled confidently and said, "Even if there are no ghosts, we can still shoot ghosts. Keep staring, as long as we get the materials, we won't have to worry about our livelihood for the next six months."

...

Lu Xia's room.

Xia Yitong and Lu Yinbing fought bravely for a long time, but still did not get her blanket. In a hurry, they thought, "Teacher Lu, you are so beautiful!"

Lu Yinbing stopped waving his hand.

There is a door, Xia Yitong rejoiced, and continued his efforts: "Teacher Lu, you are handsome and handsome in men's clothing Yushu Linfeng, Zhilan Yushu Yuanshan Yuezhi, women's clothing is as beautiful as a fairy and graceful and stunning! I think you are not a human—"

Lu Yinbing raised his eyebrows.

Xia Yitong's mouth flew horizontally: "It must be a fairy from the sky! Do you know why there is no Chang'e on the moon now? You are jealous to death if you are jealous!"

Lu Yinbing raised the corner of his mouth, loosened his hand, and returned the blanket to her.