Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

He was busy, and he was interviewing someone from the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but still in full view, he pulled out his phone and returned a message.

Aroused a lot of people's eyes, he raised a smile and put down the phone.

Su Ling was depressed for a while and had no choice but to forget it.

In addition, Ming Rui said he was coming, and his mood gradually improved.

She put on a mask to sleep, and there is still a red carpet to go tomorrow, so she has to keep her spirits up.

In the middle of the night, when the door was swept open, Ming Rui's figure flashed in.

Su Ling sat up in a dazed sleep, startled at first, and only smiled when he sensed him with his breath.

He held her face, and kisses ensued.

Su Ling responded to his kiss, hooked his neck, and the two of them lingered for a while before stopping.

Ming Rui would not want her in your environment before, and naturally he would not want her at this time.

He restrained himself and asked, "What's wrong with the clothes?"

Su Ling said the matter for a while and smiled: "But I didn't let myself suffer, I'm back. I should have thought that she would do it, and should have guarded her..."

Mingrui hooked the tip of her nose: "A person like her works only to make herself happy, and she has no brains at all, but it is not easy to guard."

"Yes." Su Ling lowered his head.

"If the skirt is gone, it will be gone. You can wear something better tomorrow." Ming Rui kissed her, "Go to bed early."

Su Ling closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully in his arms.

When she woke up early the next morning, she put on a new dress and said: "These are from Junya. I don't want to waste her kindness."

"Can mine be wasted?" Ming Rui narrowed his eyes.

"That's not what I meant. For the awards ceremony in the evening and tomorrow's reception, I will wear what you gave me." Su Ling approached him and said, "Because you are here, I can explain it to you."

Mingrui took her waist, and after appreciating her today's beauty, he let go, and said, "I can't accompany you for a while, take another look."

Su Ling knew that in his capacity, if he appeared on the scene, he didn't know how big a sensation would be.

She nodded.

Pan Yuelai knocked on the door: "Su Ling, gone! Time is up!"

"Go ahead. I will go out by myself in a while." Ming Rui smiled.

Su Ling opened the door and went out with Pan Yue and the others.

Pan Yue was always praising Su Ling's dresses all the way, and she was envious.

When we arrived at the venue, there were clothes and temples everywhere, and reporters and media all set up long guns and short cannons, waiting.

At such a film festival, there are countless media and artists.

Many people were invited by the organizer to bring their works; or they had works in the past, or they were invited by the sponsors of advertising endorsements.

But there are also many artists who have no work at all and have nothing to do with the entire film festival, such as Xu Xiaoli.

Because there have been such entertainers in China who have gained popularity by walking on the red carpet, and now they have entered the first-line big-name team.

Xu Xiaoli wanted to copy this path.

On the red carpet, there is not much time for each star to stay.

From walking on the red carpet to signing, it can take no more than five minutes.

Xu Xiaoli and Xiao Ning arrived early in the morning, preparing to wait for the media to enter the venue again.

When their eyes fell on Su Ling's body, their eyes shook.