The Top Couple Is a Bit Sweet

The glamorous place in the entertainment industry, regardless of the people's congress in the outer circle, knows that it is full of all kinds of pickles and snobbery, and many young people know what is in this circle, but they are still digging into it.

The reason is simple, they want to stand in the spotlight, enjoy the envy of everyone's eyes, and be sought after. It is understandable that money and fame will always be the first goal pursued by most mortals.

But how many young people who want to become actors really love the profession itself, rather than the materiality and vanity it brings to people under the spotlight.

Yu Weiguang chose to major in directing at the beginning, and later entered the circle to make movies. His love is true, and his fame and fortune are true. He hopes that his work can be recognized by the public. Even if he died many years later, his movies will still be used by future generations. remember.

He was not surprised that Song Yan asked this sentence, but he was surprised that he asked this sentence.

If this child chose to be an actor for fame and fortune from the beginning, he should agree without hesitation when Yu Weiguang first came to the door.

The real reason Yu Weiguang didn't know, he only told Song Yan.

"An actor is a profession that values ​​congenital conditions. This profession can justifiably "rely on the face". You already have a better congenital than most people, but children, you want to enjoy the aura it brings to you. First, you have to have the ability to grasp it, whether you can make a profit and how much money you make, I can’t guarantee you for the time being, it's up to you."

Over the years, Yu Weiguang said this sentence to many newcomers who he personally discovered and gave them the opportunity to appear in front of the screen.

Today he repeated this sentence to Wen Li.

"Only the kid Ayan really got hold of it." Yu Weiguang said, "No matter what his goal was to enter this circle, I am very happy that he has become an actor. He is worthy of my original vision and worthy of him. Own."

When the movie was promoted in China, there were overwhelming media releases. Song Yan was not interested and seldom watched it online. At first, Yu Weiguang thought he was just starting out and had a weak psychological endurance, so he was afraid of seeing what was wrong with him on the Internet. Negative reviews, after all, no matter how good a movie is, the reviews are slanderous, and if there is good reviews, there must be bad reviews.

Later, "Paper Plane" hit the box office and swept the entire East Asian film and television circle. The external network was well received. Comments in various languages ​​flooded in. Song Yan didn't care about the domestic evaluation, and went over the wall to the external network and used a translation. The software translates sentence by sentence into Chinese characters.

Yu Weiguang was puzzled. The evaluations of the foreign little girls on the Internet were similar, and they weren't professional film critics. He didn't know what Song Yan cared about so much.

He also joked about Song Yan, saying that your kid is very ambitious and that you have just taken steps in such a big domestic market, and you want to develop overseas so soon.

Song Yan couldn't help but say, but I can't sing or dance.

"At that time, overseas idol groups were very popular. Many children liked it. They chased stars like something." At this point, Yu Weiguang curled his lips in disgust. "Just forget the girls, a bunch of boys. What does it look like if everyone’s hair is so long and dyed in a colorful way? Fortunately, I turned him over to become an actor."

Facing Weiguang's disgust, Wen Li laughed dryly, not dare to say that when he was a teenager, he was also one of the fans of those overseas idol groups.

Even with this as the goal, Pi Diandian went overseas to become a trainee.

When I was young, there were so many mature thoughts, innocent and optimistic, for the light that may not be able to hold, I dared to fight with loneliness and courage.

Eighteen-year-old Song Yan looked like a good student, but he didn't expect to chase stars.

Also so similar to her hobby.

Wen Li heard from Yu Weiguang the dark history of Song Yan which is unknown.

Yu Weiguang said in detail. What Wen Li really wanted to ask was about Tang Jiaren and Song Yan’s filming. Before he could tell, Song Yan was out because they had been outside for so long, and the food was served. People haven't come back yet, come out to look for them.

Song Yan saw his teacher and his wife standing together and didn't know what to say, he sighed, and walked forward to call someone.

"It's served?" Yu Weiguang snorted. "When I recalled the past with your wife, there is no way to talk about it, Mrs. Ayan, next time I have a chance, let's continue to talk to you. Let's go back."

After listening for a long time without hearing the point, Wen Li was a little disappointed, but still nodded: "Yeah."

So the three walked back, Yu Weiguang walked in front, Song Yan deliberately slowed down, walked side by side with Wen Li, and asked casually: "What did the teacher say to you?"

Wen Li slammed his lips: "Your black history."

Song Yan frowned and couldn't remember his dark history.

After returning to the box, the tea tray had been removed, and the dishes had been served a few times. Qiu Ping immediately raised the wine glass, squeezing the others to make a fuss, and let Yu Weiguang punish himself for a cup.

Yu Weiguang drank it refreshingly, and then several men looked at Wen Li again.

It's not that she didn't dare to persuade Wen Li's wine, the key is that her husband is there and she always has to show some face.

Unexpectedly, Wen Li is also very refreshing. She knows that it is a form of entertainment. If she relies on Song Yan, it will make them feel that she, Mrs. Song, is not elegant, and she is not Song Yan’s accompanying family member today. It's her accompanying family members, this is her home entertainment venue, so she shouldn't hide herself.

"All of you here are my predecessors, and I hope very much to have the opportunity to cooperate. I would like to cheer up and thank you in advance for your support in the future."

She raised her wine glass and smiled generously. Song Yan is here. Anyway, someone will take care of her when she is drunk. She is not afraid of drinking too much. She has a more refreshing attitude, and the big guys on the table are also happier.

No one would not dislike the generous and refreshing beautiful girls at the wine table, a few big men, who have been in the circle for so many years, the attitude towards women of different identities has always been double standard, the women who I raise in private and socialize on the wine table Of course, the women of's are different, so they have a good attitude towards Wen Li, and they didn't persuade him to drink wine blindly, and let Song Yan help drink some.

Song Yan wanted to help her drink, but Wen Li pressed his hand.

She whispered to him: "I really want to get this role, so don't help me, let me do it myself."

"It's all red." Song Yan sighed, seeing her slightly sullen face, "I'll help you drink a few drinks."

Wen Li insisted on not giving him a drink.

"Are you stupid? You're a man. Once you don't refuse anyone, don't think about going home sober today. I will give you a stomach piercing at that time. I'm a woman. I can't drink it and I can still sell cute costumes." Poor, they are embarrassed to let me drink it."

Song Yan was speechless.

This is the first time a girl can justify the rogue behavior on the wine table.

However, the wine table culture is not a traditional virtue in the first place. Some people like to persuade them to drink, and some will meet with tricks.

"If I get drunk later, you have to take care of me and serve me. This is your duty as a husband," Wen Li curled his lips again, staring at him with sparkling eyes, "If you are all drunk, what do I want you to do? ."

Kind of feminism.

Song Yan nodded: "Okay, obey orders."

They whispered, and the others on the table were urging: "Song Yan, it's a bit of a man's responsibility. Let your wife take the lead and we look down on you."

"Senior, I'm sorry, I will take the lead." Wen Li smiled twice, and said arrogantly and humorously in a drunken tone, "Today is not Song Yan and Song Yan's wife, but Wen Li and Wen Li's husband , My husband, I'm covering up, come at me with everything."

Everyone was startled, Yu Weiguang laughed out loud first.

"Ayan! Why are you a husband? You want your wife to cover you!"

Even Qiu Ping joked, "Before your wife was absent, no one was covering you. Today your wife is here. How does it feel to be a little man?"

Song Yan laughed and laughed, raising an eyebrow and saying, "I enjoy it."

Everyone laughed.

Qiu Ping raised his wine glass to Wen Li: "Miss Wen, I have done this glass of wine, you are free."

Wen Li raised his wine glass with a serious tone: "That won't work, you are not free, and I can't be free."

Qiu Ping was taken aback. From the moment he saw her in Yucheng until now, the image of the high-cold leader finally broke, and he returned to the usual way of getting along with acquaintances and friends. He laughed and nodded: "Well, do it or not. Listen to you."

With laughter and laughter at the wine table, Song Yan watched his wife confidently and generously socializing with these people on the table, even without his presence.

When he came today, he was originally worried that she would be uncomfortable. Who knows that she doesn’t need herself at all. His role is to wait until the meal is over, she finished socializing, jumped out virtuously, and played his role as a husband. Wife goes home and waits for her to sober up again.

——

The meal lasted nearly three hours.

Before leaving, Director Qiu said to Wen Li: "After two days of auditions, relax. Your most natural state is already very similar to Houhou."

Wen Li stood at attention and made a salute gesture: "Yessir!"

Director Qiu hiccups with a smile: "This is a Republican drama, not a gangster movie," and then patted Song Yan on the shoulder, hiccuping, "Your wife, it's really interesting."

Based on the evaluation of Director Qiu, even if Wen Li could not win the role of Houhou, he would have to wait for a good book in the future. Based on Wen Li's personal charm, she should be considered more.

Whether he can win this role depends on Wen Li himself.

Yu Weiguang still wanted Mrs. Yan to get the role, so he took advantage of the gap between Qiu Ping and Song Yan, and mysteriously pulled Wen Li down and gave her some literal guidance.

"The screen close-up is a very real thing. It's not enough to have a face. There is nothing in the eyes. The audience looks at a nicer piece of wood. Lao Qiu is a director who values ​​eye scenes. During the audition, you have nothing in front of you. Imagine you in front of you. There is someone you love or hate. In short, put the truest emotion into it. Don't fool him with any acting skills."

After speaking, Yu Weiguang smiled triumphantly: "At the beginning, Ayan's eye scenes were not good, but he had an epiphany after I told him this method."

At this time, Qiu Ping shouted to them: "Old Yu! Let's go! The driver is here, you can't help but take a taxi back by yourself!"

Yu Weiguang responded loudly: "Here is here."

The leader is gone, and the car to pick up Song Yan and Wen Li has also arrived.

When they came, Song Yan's agent Ke Bin sent them. He waited until Song Yan called him to pick him up. After thinking about it, he informed Wen Li's agent Lu Dan to come along.

Lu Dan thought that since the meal was over anyway, he could see Wen Li herself in Chengdu, so he came over with Ke Bin and asked her how it turned out by the way.

The two agents just got out of the car and saw Song Yan supporting Wen Li. He was not drunk at all. Instead, Wen Li was visibly drunk.

She even gave the agents a charming smile: "Hi, sister Bin Gedan."

"...Hi." Ke Bin looked at Song Yan with a hell, "What's the matter, your wife is drunk and you are not drunk yet? When did you drink so much?"

"I didn't drink much." Song Yan said, "She covered me today."

Ke Bin thought he had heard it wrong, who knew that in the next second Wen Li immediately raised his head triumphantly, hummed, and confidently asked: "I'm covering him! Am I awesome?"

Ke Bin didn't deal with Wen Li very much, and he didn't understand Wen Li's true character, so he looked surprised.

Lu Dan knew his artist too well, so he immediately blew a rainbow fart to Wen Li: "It's awesome."

Wen Li was satisfied: "Yes."

Lu Dan sighed and planned to help Song Yan get on the bus with Wenli.

Wen Li closed her eyes tightly. The phone in her bag rang suddenly, and she immediately threw the bag to the ground violently: "It's so noisy!"

The phone seemed to sense the anger of the owner and became quiet.

Lu Dan sneered: "This pack is out of print. Just wait for the wine to wake up and be heartbroken."

Wen Li also sneered: "I'm so rich, how can I be sad for a small package."

"..."

Ke Bin, the only one with both hands free, picked up the bag for Wen Li, but the phone rang again. He simply handed the bag to Song Yan, "Help your wife answer the phone."

Song Yan asked Ke Bin to help Wen Li, took out the phone from her bag, and glanced at the caller ID.

"Cold and ruthless capitalist."

He frowned, wondering who it was. He answered the phone uncertainly. Before he said anything, the voice over there was as cold as an ice knife and he began to ask questions: "Wen Li, it's good news, you dare to call me for so long. catch."

Song Yan heard it out, her uncle Wen Yan.

He whispered: "I'm Song Yan."

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, and the tone was still like an ice knife, like the interrogator: "I heard Wen Zheng said that you were eating in his restaurant. Have you left?"

Song Yan: "Let's go."

At this time Wen Yan’s black Bentley just drove into the VIP parking lot. The driver turned a corner and happened to see a nanny car, and his niece standing next to the nanny car, as well as his drunk. Two people are needed to support the niece in the car.

"Then what I see in the parking lot now is your twins?" Wen Yan sneered, "I have known each other for so many years, why didn't I know that Young Master Song had a brother?"

Wen Yan hung up the phone, got out of the car, and walked towards Song Yan.

A cold-faced man in a suit and leather shoes walked over. Both agents thought the man was a bit familiar, but Ke Bin had a better memory and murmured, "This is not from Xingyi Group——"

"You wait for me in the car."

After Song Yan finished his explanation, he walked over to Wen Yan.

The two agents helped Wen Li, who was too drunk to open his eyes, into the car, followed by sitting in the car, closing the door and looking at each other.

Lu Dan asked: "It's Mr. Wen from Xingyi Group, right?"

Ke Bin nodded: "Yes, he once came to our company to have a meeting with Mr. Bai. I have seen him."

After determining the identity of the cold-faced man with facial paralysis, the two agents became more inexplicable.

Not long after, Wen Li, who had closed his eyes in the back seat, suddenly woke up, with a strong drunken tone in his tone, and asked in a dumb voice, "Where is Song Yan?"

"Are you awake? Mr. Wen from just Xingyi Group came over to look for him, and he went to talk to someone."

Wen Li straightened up abruptly, fully awake, and there was a flash of fire in his eyes: "It doesn't matter if you ask a woman to like him, even that ruthless man likes him!"

"..."

"..."

The two agents said that they did not understand that Wen Li had already got out of the car at this time.

"I'm going to get him back! This man who doesn't guard his ethics!"

——

Song Yan got into Wen Yan's car. As soon as he closed the door, Wen Yan's question came to his ears: "You are socializing with Wen Li, she is so drunk, but you are like a okay person, Master Song, you are Take care of my niece like this?"

"She loves me and doesn't let me drink."

Wen Yan never expected Song Yan to say such a thing, and looked at him with an incredible expression, "She loves you?"

"Um."

"What is Young Master Song's dream?" Wen Yan raised his eyebrows, his tone sarcastically, "She will only make people worry, and knows that she loves others?"

Song Yan smiled faintly, and said without delay: "Mr. Wen has never been cared by his niece. Don't speak so surely."

Wen Yan's expression stagnated.

"You, a man, want my niece to feel sorry for you. You are ashamed."

"Aren't the couples like this? What's the embarrassment." Song Yan paused, oh, "I forgot that Mr. Wen, you are unmarried. I don't understand this. I'm sorry."

"What are you showing off to me." Wen Yan curled his lips and said coldly, "Why? Does Master Song hope that I congratulate you for keeping the clouds open and seeing the moon, and finally defeating my feudal parent who beats the mandarin ducks with true love?"

Song Yan also calmed down his voice, and said without showing any face: "No need, your congratulations are not important to me."

Wen Yan took a few deep breaths, and was too lazy to play this kind of meaningless debate with him again, and said straightforwardly: "I called Wen Li several times before, so that she could find time to go home for dinner. She had time to come out to socialize, but I don’t have time to go home to have a meal with the family. Now she is so drunk, I can’t tell her, please tell her for me, if she doesn’t go home again, she will never come back again.”

Song Yan frowned, subconsciously explaining for Wen Li: "She didn't have time to go back because she was busy with work."

Wen Yan hesitated, "Can I still not support her?"

"She doesn't need you to support."

"She doesn't need it, Song Master, but you need it." Wen Yan chuckled, with an arrogant expression, a bit of ridicule in his eyes, "My father was thinking about friendship with your father, and he kindly helped you to study in the mainland, but you didn't. Zhien reported, but instead abducted his granddaughter."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yan treated the non-existent dust on the cuff again.

My sister passed away early, and my brother-in-law did not care about the two children because of the pain of bereavement. Wen Li was taken to grandpa’s house, and grandma had passed away a long time ago. In this house where all men are, Wen Li is the only girl, Grandpa didn’t know how to take care of his granddaughter, and Wen Zheng and Wen Zheng didn’t know how to take care of his niece. He just gave everything that should be given. Material and behavioral indulgence was barely a pet. No one taught her to be gentle. She was full of thorns, arrogant and domineering. It's extremely awkward, in all fairness, except for a face, everything is a flaw.

Apart from family members, who else can tolerate her in such an infinite way? Wen Yan didn't think Song Yan had such a temper. He was also a young master, and he was grown up by others, so how could he stand Wen Li.

"I don't bother to say anything else, it's done, no matter what the purpose of your marriage with my niece is, take care of her instead of letting her love you--"

As soon as the words were over, the car door was suddenly opened from the outside, and the driver and the two men in the back seat were shocked.

Just as Wen Yan was about to yell, the people outside the car bent down and looked in, and yelled, "Song Yan! Don't you wait for me to run here and talk to other men in a whisper!"

Wen Yan was so angry that he was called "other man" that his temples jumped out.

"Wen Li!"

"Uncle, you are an old widow king who has been single for more than 30 years. You have nothing but a face. No woman can see you, so you have come to covet my man?" Wen Li relied on being drunk without awe. He pressed his own uncle's sore spot with heart, and took Song Yan's arm, "Come out quickly, don't I be more attractive than this old widow king?"

"Wen Li, your skin itchy, isn't it?"

"If you have the ability to beat me, if you dare to touch me, I will report to you to molest me!"

Wen Yan was so angry that he almost didn't stop breathing. He held the face of the feudal parent and sternly reprimanded: "Listen to what nonsense you are saying!"

"Only you are serious, you are serious, so you can't find a girlfriend."

Wen Li dragged Song Yan out, closed the car door severely, rescued her Song Meiren from Uncle Devil, and arrogantly pulled her to her nanny car.

Back in the car, Wen Li put his arms around Song Yan's waist, as if he was king over the world, with a beauty in his arms, and commanded the front-row agent aggressively: "Drive."

Ke Bin subconsciously responded, "Hey."

As the car drove out of the parking lot, Lu Dan couldn't help but quietly observed the female drunk behind him through the rearview mirror.

Wen Li is interrogating Song Yan.

"What did I do when I threw me in the car and ran into someone else's car? That's how you become a husband?"

Song Yan replied warmly: "It's just a few words."

Wen Li nodded: "I know, forgive you for not daring to do anything else," and then frowned again, dissatisfied, "What about you and Tang Jiaren?"

Song Yan would not keep up with her deliberate thinking for a while. From Wen Yan to Tang Jiaren, his tone was dazed: "What?"

She looked at him directly, burped first, then brewed for a long time, and said to him in a notice: "I'm jealous."

The two agents in the front row stretched their ears at the same time unconsciously.

Song Yan was caught off guard by her straightforward words and looked at her blankly.

Next, Wen Li said to Song Yan with a very arrogant attitude: "However, you can't think that I am making troubles unreasonably, because this is how I like you. If I don't like you, I won't be too lazy to be jealous of you, do you understand? ?"

Lu Dan was slanderous in his heart. Her celebrity's bad temper, knowing that he was unreasonably making trouble and treating himself as an uncle is really good.

But Song Yan really regarded her as an uncle, with a smile in his eyes, nodded and said, "Yes, I understand."

Wen Li hummed in satisfaction, then raised her head arrogantly, with an arrogant tone: "Do you understand that you don't want to coax me? I don't like you to make you feel angry, coax me, hurry up."