Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Zicheng stared at the seven characters and two punctuation marks in the WeChat dialog box, wondering if he slept too little and had hallucinations.

He held the phone and typed a few words tremblingly.

Xie: Jiang Zicheng, ready to pick up.

It's Jiang Zicheng, not Jiang Chengzi: Miss Xie, do you mean...?

Miss Xie quickly returned three words.

Xie: Venice.

Jiang Zicheng's eyes were dark, the word nightmare come true was prepared for now, right?

People have this characteristic: the worse things develop, the less he believes in evil. Jiang Zicheng thought, a wealthy lady like Miss Xie has countless things to do every day, how can there be any time to fly to Venice to participate in the film festival? Going skiing and snorkeling are all more fun than this.

So a small flame ignited in Jiang Zicheng's heart.

It's Jiang Zicheng, not Jiang Chengzi: Hahaha, the joke is very funny, it really bluffs me.

In the next second, the person on WeChat quickly threw a photo. In the photo, Miss Xie wore a neat colorful sportswear, with her long hair folded into a double ball head, and her legs curled into the widened and enlarged seat. . She had a hot little white mink in her arms, her hands painted with red nail polish were holding a game console, and she was attentively bowing her head to play the game.

The background decoration in the photo can be seen on the plane! !

Facing the "evidence" that could be called a face-slapped face, Jiang Zicheng still resisted.

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It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: It is necessary to approve a long time in advance for bringing a pet on a transnational aircraft?

How could the eldest lady slap her head and rush to Europe with Xie Dabai all the way?

Xie: There are not so many restrictions on private jets.

Xie: Just say it, just let the people below do it.

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi:...

Private jets, private routes, private entry channels.

How did the prince of Saudi Arabia bring the carving to China, and how did the daughter of Rich Entertainment bring the mink into Italy.

Is it great to have money?

…It’s great to have money.

The jade photo sent by "Miss Xie" was not a self-portrait. The viewing angle should have been taken by the person sitting opposite her. The person who took the picture knew the essence of "straight man photography", no beauty, no filter, no angle, but who made Xie Yingying young, just take a random shot like this, it is also top-notch beautiful, full of collagen, apple Muscle bang.

Jiang Zicheng didn't think much about it, but only when Miss Xie asked her bodyguard to take this photo with her mobile phone-if he could use his brain more, I am afraid that many ridiculous misunderstandings afterwards can be avoided.

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At 5:30 in the afternoon, Venice time, Xie’s private plane landed at the airport on time.

Jiang Zicheng’s interview queue was very tight, and there was no time to greet Miss Xie. Apart from the agent Hu Ge and two assistants staying with him, Uncle Cai and colleagues from the Public Relations Department went to the airport to pick up the plane.

If other young artists have the WeChat contact information of the "President's Sister", they wish it would be close to 24 hours a day, but Jiang Zicheng regards both of them as a big trouble, and can't wait to go far away.

Persevering until the end of the last interview, night has already fallen, but for Lido Island, night is the best time to revel.

Several people took the speedboat back to the hotel. On the way, Brother Hu answered a phone call and his brows gradually tightened.

"This is too sudden, right?"

"There are other arrangements in Zicheng at night."

"It's not that it can't be pushed, but it doesn't matter if Zicheng doesn't go to this banquet, right?"

"What did Uncle Cai say?"

"...Okay then, I'll ask him."

Brother Hu hung up the phone, turned his head and looked at Jiang Zicheng with a tangled expression.

The words "the big thing is bad" appeared in Jiang Zicheng's mind immediately.

Jiang Zicheng: "Brother Hu, if you have something to say, don't look at me with such complicated eyes!"

Brother Hu rubbed his temples with a headache, turned his head and told the boatman: "Don't go back to the hotel, please send us directly to CasinoMuniciPale."

CasinoMuniciPale is the most prestigious entertainment venue on Lido Island, only open in summer every year. There are not only casinos, bars, theaters, but also many private small clubs, which are convenient for holding small events.

Jiang Zicheng had been there yesterday. He went to a charity ball because he was handsome and beautiful. He was invited to dance by many enthusiastic ladies. After turning round and round, he would break both legs.

Jiang Zicheng asked vigilantly: "Don't you want to go to dance again?"

"No, it's just that this errand is not easier than dancing." Hu Ge said, "Tonight, there is a private party of actors in the'Diosa Hall'. The participants must be yellow races. The purpose of this party is to draw closer to Asia. The relationship between the actors of descent, deepen the relationship."

Jiang Zicheng: "...It sounds mysterious, isn't it a ‘unclean’ party?"

Brother Hu knocked his head: "What are you thinking about, this is Venice, this is Lido Island! How could you engage in promiscuity at such a critical moment."

"Since this party is okay, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Jiang Zicheng still wanted to expand his contacts. He kept thinking about seeing seniors from major movie countries such as Korea and Japan at the party. Little bubbles flowed upwards.

Brother Hu looked at him with difficulty and reminded him: "...Don't forget, Huang Jiaming will also go."

Suddenly, Jiang Zicheng's expectations for this gathering fell to the bottom.

In the past few days on the island, Jiang Zicheng has been walking around the sexual harassment madman. He was afraid that he could not control his fists and put two tubes of nosebleeds on that greasy face!

"I'm not going." Jiang Zicheng said stiffly, "I feel sick when I think of seeing his face."

"You can't go," Hu said, "because Miss Xie is already there waiting for you."

"...???"

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No one knew what Xie Yingying was thinking.

The little girl said that Venice wanted to join in the fun; but as soon as she arrived at the hotel, she immediately put on her dress and put on makeup, and eagerly went straight to CasinoMuniciPale, saying that she would attend the Asian actors' party in the evening.

Xie Beiwang saw some flaws and asked her what on earth did she come for?

Xie Yingying told the truth under the gaze of her brother—she was actually here to chase stars.

And the star she chased was a Korean male actor. It's not pretty good-looking, but it's good temperament, personable, and extremely refined.

It’s just that this party is only open to Asian actors. Even as Xie Yingying, there is no way to get an invitation. So Miss Xie called Jiang Zicheng and decided to enter the venue as his female companion. .

Jiang Zicheng was still chatting with "her" on WeChat in the morning, but he was forced to attend social occasions with her in the evening. He was really going to be scared by the lingering her.

But Xie Yingying is the daughter of the Xie family after all. No matter how dissatisfied Jiang Zicheng is, she can't express her dissatisfaction.

"Then Miss Xie, how can I introduce you to you in a while? To tell the truth about your identity, or..."

Miss Xie hurriedly said: "Don't, don't, I don't want the male **** to think that I am a rich nymphomaniac, just say that I am your translator."

Ms. Xie received elite education since she was a child, and she was fluent in multiple languages ​​at the age of 16. After entering the arena, she immediately released Jiang Zicheng's arm and quickly got into the crowd.

Jiang Zicheng overheared for a while, only to listen to the seamless switching of Japanese, Korean, English and Cantonese to this young lady, like a walking Google translator.

After a while, the "translator" gradually approached her goal, aimed at the Korean Oppa, and quickly stuck to it.

Jiang Zicheng walked around the venue idly. His English was not proficient enough. When encountering actors with heavy accents like South Korea and Japan, a few people could only talk together, and no one could understand what the other party was saying. .

In the end, everyone can only stare at me and raise a glass to invite the bright moon.

Not to mention, wine is always the best magic weapon to draw everyone's distance.

Jiang Zicheng drank three cups in a row, and the brothers recognized several.

People who can walk the path of actors do not look ugly. Even among this group of people, Jiang Zicheng's appearance is still the most eye-catching. He has a very good drinking volume, but he has a problem with his "face". After only a few cups, the red mist fills the tips of his ears, like a fresh and tender peach waiting to be picked. The white is full of powder. With an alluring style.

The more he drank, the brighter his eyes, like two shots of black gems washed by spring water, shining brightly between Gu Pan.

When Miss Xie came back happily to "socialize", she was shocked to see Jiang Zicheng's appearance, and hurriedly reached out to support him.

Xie Yingying: "You don't drink so much, don't drink so much."

Jiang Zicheng: "I'm not drunk. I drink well, but I'm easy to face."

Xie Yingying: "Drunks love to say that they are not drunk."

Seeing that the explanation was unclear, Jiang Zicheng didn't explain it at all.

Jiang Zicheng asked her: "How about talking with your male god?"

Without even thinking about it, Xie Yingying blurted out a bunch of rainbow farts. From the thread of the male god's hair to the tip of his toes, he said that there was no repetition for five minutes.

"Oba's voice was kissed by God, right? If someone with such a god-given voice takes the listening part of the Korean language test, absolutely no one in this world will be willing to fail, right?"

"..." Jiang Zicheng thought, the angle of this blowing is really strange.

She suddenly grabbed Jiang Zicheng's arm and asked him, "Jiang Zicheng, are you staying on the twelfth floor of XX Hotel?"

Jiang Zicheng nodded: "What's the matter?"

"My male **** also lives on the twelfth floor. You can breathe the same piece of oxygen with my male god, you must be very happy."

"..."

Miss Xie said again: "I also want to live on the twelfth floor, but the room is full."

During the Venice Film Festival, all hotels, large and small, are overcrowded, and even business rooms need to be booked three months in advance.

Miss Xie suddenly lifted her chin, with a burst of squeamishness in her arrogance: "Jiang Zicheng, you can give me the room on the twelfth floor."

Jiang Zicheng couldn't help but complain about her: "...Miss Xie, I actually just wanted to ask, are you the legendary **** fan?"

Bastard fans refer to fans who “care” excessively about the private life of idols and like to follow idols. The illegitimate fans have been repeatedly banned, which makes the brokerage company a headache.

Miss Xie wrapped her hair around her fingers and flat her mouth: "Is there a illegitimate fan who is as beautiful as me, rich and cultivated?" She snorted, "Well, can you let me?"

She has a coquettish tone, obviously pretentious, but somehow she has an innocent and innocent vigor, which makes her unpleasant.

Jiang Zicheng couldn't laugh or cry: "Miss Xie, I gave you the room, where do I live?"

"What's the problem?" Miss Xie took out a room card from her bag and stuffed it into Jiang Zicheng's suit pocket. "The presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, the double master bedroom, with its own swimming pool, I gave it to you."