entertainment first

Luo Minglang's eyes darkened, he let go of my hand, and said a little uncomfortably: "I... I'm afraid you'll overthink it."

"It's just an ordinary dinner, but Zheng Xinran and I have been having a lot of scandals recently. Didn't you also say before that you are not happy to see me and her hype?" Luo Minglang then softened his tone and explained to me, like every As if he did something wrong once, a pair of dark eyes stared straight at me, waiting for my reaction.

I looked at him for a moment, but I didn't see any fake look on his face.Although I was not happy that he lied to me, but I could understand his thoughts, so I could only calmly say: "Okay..."

This time it was Luo Minglang's turn to question me: "Why are you with Sang Lin?"

"I'm just here for an audition. Director Sang is temporarily short of a partner, so I'll fill him up—don't get me wrong." I could hear the subtle dissatisfaction in his tone, and told him the truth, thinking about us It's been a while since I came out, and it would be suspicious if I don't go back, so I said: "Go back."

After hearing what I said, Luo Minglang bowed his head to me: "I'm sorry, Ayu, I shouldn't have lied to you."

... What can I do, not just forgive him.

I shook my head and signaled him to go back to the private room first. After a while, I returned to my seat.

Sang Lin and I happened to be sitting face to face with Zhang Tong. I was worried that something might go wrong, but fortunately, Zhang Tong, "noble people often forget things", seemed to have forgotten me, an ignorant newcomer, and exchanged cups during the meeting. Zhan, chatting and laughing happily, so uncomfortable.

The only person at the table was Luo Minglang who was inexplicably restrained, and Zhang Tong even made a joke of him: "Why is Minglang so silent today? Is it because Xinran is too beautiful today, so I'm embarrassed?"

Zheng Xinran who was named showed a reserved and shy smile.

Luo Minglang was a little embarrassed and didn't answer. Another familiar actress surnamed Su lingered between me and Luo Minglang for a moment, and then said: "I remember that both Minglang and Mr. Xiao Qiao are from Beijing Film Academy Right? It's an alumni. Did you know each other before?"

Luo Minglang took the opportunity to change the subject, and said with a hearty smile: "Qiao Yu and I are not only alumni, but also classmates."

"What a coincidence! Then why haven't we worked together before?" The actress exclaimed in embarrassment, and the topic really turned to Luo Minglang and me, bypassing the scandal between Luo Minglang and Zheng Xinran.

I shook my head regretfully: "The fate has not yet come, there will always be a chance in the future."

Sang Lin and Zhang Tong touched a glass of wine, slapped their thighs and said, "Hey, isn't this a ready-made opportunity? I just decided on the role of Xiao Qiao. A beautiful woman is suitable; Teacher Su also has a share..."

In today's dinner, the protagonists are actually Zhang Tong and Sang Lin. Sang Lin's movie needs investment, and Zhang Tong needs a famous director to move a large amount of cash for him reasonably. Although I am not worldly sophisticated, I can vaguely see it doorway.

I just make a qualified vase quietly, occasionally add wine to Sang Lin, and make a few innocuous polite remarks.

After drinking for three rounds, Luo Minglang's manager drank a little too much because he blocked the drink for him. He knew me and always thought that Luo Minglang and I were very good friends.

When he was slightly drunk, he said to Zhang Dong with his tongue out: "Qiao Yu and Minglang, how many years have they been good friends? Speaking of which, Qiao Yu introduced Minglang to me. Didn't Mr. Zhang like Qiao Yu very much at the beginning?" , why didn't you sign him...Qiao Yu, are you interested in developing in Xingyu?"

He probably thought he had found an opportunity for cooperation, but I glanced at Zhang Tong. There was a subtle change in the expression on Zhang Tong's alcohol-smelling face, and he looked at me thoughtfully.

I vaguely had a bad premonition.

Zhang Tong didn't look at me for long, so he raised his glass to Sang Lin with a smile again: "Director Sang, I have something to discuss with you later."

The meal was barely enough, Zhang Tong and Sang Lin still had something to discuss, and the others were picked up by the driver.Luo Minglang sent Zheng Xinran away, and then asked the driver to take the manager back who had drunk too much, and finally had a chance to be alone with me.

He looked at me, hesitant to speak.

I have never told Luo Minglang about the quarrel with Xingyu Media. If his agent hadn't mentioned it today, he probably would never have known about it—he wouldn't know that I was the one who led him into Xingyu, and he wouldn't know that I I almost signed a contract with Xingyu, and was almost caught by Zhang Dong.

I whispered to him: "Go home first..."

When the voice fell, Zhang Tong's iconic loud voice rang out behind him: "Hey, isn't this the actor Joe? What's the matter, he went back to the capital to beg for food?" He took two steps away from Luo Minglang, smiled awkwardly and did not speak.

He didn't pay attention to me, turned his head and invited Luo Minglang: "Minglang, you haven't left yet, I have another table, together?"

"Sorry, Mr. Zhang, I won't be going today for the time being - there will be an announcement tomorrow," Luo Minglang said with a smile, "I will definitely accompany you another day."

Zhang Tong didn't force it, as if he wanted to demonstrate or show off in front of me, he patted Luo Minglang on the shoulder and said to him: "You have to continue to coax Miss Zheng well, if she doesn't favor you, how could you You are now! Go away, see you later."

Zhang Dong swaggered into the luxury car and left, leaving me and Luo Minglang behind, and this time it was my turn to stop talking.

We were all drunk and couldn't drive. The driver was hired by Luo Minglang, and he didn't show the slightest curiosity when he saw us going home together.

On the way home, we were silent all the way, Luo Minglang put on the blindfold and closed his eyes to rest, while I stared out the car window in a daze.

Luo Minglang prefers high-rise apartments, and his residence in Beijing is no exception. Unlike my rented house, he bought this house with full money, which cost him a whole film salary.

After entering the house and closing the door, he could finally open up and talk. Yu. XI.

"Luo Minglang, you let me down." I was a little angry, "What's the matter with you and Zheng Xinran? Are you still using her to hype? Or was it you from the beginning..."

"Ah Yu! Can you be more mature? This world is not black and white as you think." Luo Minglang interrupted me, "We are just mutual benefit, we each get what we need, she has money and power, I just It's just a ride."

I frowned: "How can you think so?"

Luo Minglang tore off his tie, there was a blush on his cheeks, and there was a shadow of prey that I was not familiar with between his handsome brows: "The entertainment industry is the world of money and power, oh, there is also sex."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued talking to himself: "You never know what it feels like to have nothing, and of course you don't understand how I feel."

"Luo Minglang, you are drunk." I tried to help him sit down, "If you think you are right, then I have nothing to say."

"Yes, without you, I, Luo Minglang, would not be where I am today." Luo Minglang shook off my hand, "But I really don't want to live in your shadow anymore."

What happened to him today?

I continued to explain in a friendly manner: "Qinglang, I never felt that you relied on me to get all of this. You can obviously rely on your strength, why do you have to..."

Luo Minglang raised his voice: "I know how much I own. Qiao Yu, why are you not popular? Isn't it because you don't bother to 'collaborate' with us? Then you will remain unknown like this forever! "

I was really annoyed by him: "Luo Minglang!"

He also seemed to realize that the words were too serious, his eyes flickered for a moment, but in the end he didn't change his words, turned around and slammed the door away.

The heavy anti-theft door was slammed heavily by him as if venting, and the ear-piercing sound made my eardrums hurt.

I was agitated by him, my clenched fists trembled slightly, and my fingertips were so hard that they almost turned white. It took me a while to calm down, and I sat back on the sofa slumped, and closed my eyes wearily.

After a while, I wiped my face, and my palms felt slightly damp.