Recapture the Entertainment Industry

Rodin was slightly flashed when he heard someone calling his name.

But his memory was always good, and almost instantly he heard the voice of Hub, so his subconscious stopped.

Gu Yaxing, beside him, was still busy greeting the surrounding media. Seeing him stop, before asking why, he saw Rodin turn his head to reveal a faint smile: “Brother Duan. ”

Brother Duan?

Gu Ya was frightened and immediately turned around. Indeed, he saw Zhan Huobo wave his hand in the direction of Rodin. The smile on his face was familiar and gentle. Then he quickly approached him.

Slightly frowned in Rodin's heart, Duan Huibo. What's wrong with this? He clearly remembered that the most impatient thing about this guy was to socialize with the little star. Although the water on the surface was not leaking, Rodin, like the other guy's heart, could not feel more empathetic. So he just chose not to say hello and go away instead of waiting to talk to each other in situ. In his view, although Duan Shubo had spoken to him at a public banquet, it was just a guest conversation. I'm afraid they didn't even know what his name was.

But now, Duan Xiubaofei not only remembered his name, but also called him in front of the red carpet of the media. Rodin can almost predict how the media will react to this.

Indeed, when Rodin appeared, reporters who were so excited because they couldn't figure out his details pressed the shutter faster, the sound of whispering could be heard almost everywhere on the scene, and everyone was discussing where Rodin was sacred, not only journalists, but even guests were hard to survive to produce gossip.

Duan Xiubao smiled silently, and he felt the kind of disobedience that was difficult to name, because Rodin showed him what seemed to be a respectable smile behind him, so little by little hidden quite perfectly full does not care.

If it hadn't been for this routine he would have used it a lot, I'm afraid Duan Shubo would have really ignored the past.

This guy.

Duan Shubo can't say what he feels like. Among the people he usually contacts, artists, media workers and manufacturer directors and so on, because his background and status, what he respects, what he fears, what he worships, these people, without exception, all have more or less some purpose for him.

Even Gu Yaxing next to Rodin, although he hid well, Duan Hubo suddenly dug out tension from the depths of his eyes.

Only Rodin is different. Since the first meeting, Duan Huobo has not felt how concerned he is. I'm afraid I'm no different than others in the other person's eyes. Whether this is fake or true, Duan Huobao can still tell the difference.

He was curious, but not angry. Because even though Rodin doesn't seem to want to have too many crossings with him, he seems to have done a good job of courtesy.

As if right now, Rodin, while confused by his sudden greeting, did not show any resistance on his face, facing his proximity, with some respect from beginning to end: “There are too many journalists who have not greeted you just now. Good evening, Brother Duan. ”

Duan Huebo's eyes slipped in his eyes without a trace. He felt Cola's super high skill in lying with his eyes open, like himself. Finally, he simply held Rodin's shoulder and turned around and waved to the reporter, even if he entered the field with him: "That's very fortunate. ”

Rodin immediately glanced at the elite smile, and the next second was enough to turn the day and night into a flash brush. Duan Shubo is also good for people and people, but all he knows about his entertainment is that he doesn't like to make casual contact with people. So few friends have been photographed by reporters over the years. Who is this mysterious young man who suddenly appears to be unknown?

Whoever it is, just shoot it!

However, Seung Shubo's closeness also seemed to be just a flurry of effort, and immediately after entering the field, his arm rested on Rodin's shoulder. Spacious and magnificent hall lights are brilliant, the scale is no less than a public and wide birthday party, full of gorgeous familiar faces in a small group, the appearance of Shubo suddenly attracted the attention of all.

“Take a step and have fun.” Duan Hubert grabbed a glass of champagne from the side and handed it to Rodin, lowering his head and laughing at him, and then left without a trace.

Rodin was not surprised at the glasses and stared deeply into the back of Shubo.

Gu Yaxing finally gasped after Duan Shubo left: "Rodin, what's going on? Do you know Mr. Dunhub well?” Rodin's circle was a little unexpected.

“Just a few words.” Rodin retracted his gaze and glanced at him. The afterlight swept into a familiar figure in the crowd and immediately looked at the past.

* *

“Brother He, don't be ridiculous...” Su Sheng Baiqiang looked at the obscene and desecrated middle-aged man across the street with a smile. His hands seemed to resist the glass handed over to him. He had already been filled with four or five glasses. Today he came with a mission. If he was drunk, it would be a big deal.

He Liangshan frowned and his eyes threatened: “Give me face or not? Aren't you going to ask me to audition for you? Have some sincerity! ”

Su Sheng shuddered with a tight fist and eventually drank the cup.

“It hurts!” He Liangshan smiled, approaching, his hand seemed to accidentally put on his waist, nothing yet to say, attention was immediately diverted, “Fuck, Shubo Duan is here! ”

Duan Shubo?

Su Sheng was dizzy and dizzy, but immediately came to his senses after hearing the name of Xiubo Duan. Duan Shubo is a person in any circle who knows that this is a moving headline. If they can invite him to the audition, this will undoubtedly greatly increase their chances of getting investment from the manufacturer.

His subconscious eyes looked up at the past with the eyes of He Liangshan, but his gaze did not control the past attracted by another person.

The tall young man stood idly at the entrance with a modest smile on his face as he picked up the glass he had been handed to him. His brilliant temperament and appearance did not attract the attention of others. The next second, Su Shengbai discovered that the person who had handed him the glass was Xiubo.

Who is he and who is it that has the guts to let Duan Hubert get him wine?!

Su Sheng blinked white and pressed down the drunkenness. He also seemed to notice his attention and swept his eyes up.

Electrophoresis.

Su Sheng took a step backwards in silence, almost crashing into the arms of He Liangshan, but suddenly caught the motion when he realized he had lost his temper.

But he's still stunned.

Because even if the temperament of the entrant changes, he can recognize it at first glance.

Why would Rodin show up here!?!

* *

This is the first time Rodin has met a true deceased since he was reborn. Memories come, some belong to the original Lord, and others to Himself.

Before his death, the other side reflected the light twisting to his face like Roseau. When he first met him, he was clean enough to see the bottom of the shy smile. His long, greasy legs in Xu Zhen car... Roseang struggled out of a moment of trance, his fingertips trembled, he shook his hand into fists, and the smile lines on his face remained the same.

Su Shengbai seemed to see the ghost. The blood on his face faded. He stumbled against Rodin for a moment. He turned around and fled.

Rodin's eyes fell on his wolf's back and his eyebrows picked. It looks like Su Shengbai's psychological defense line is not as strong as he initially thought.

The other side.

As editor-in-chief of Style, Giga and Nature stayed in the heaviest little circles. The disturbance caused by the arrival of Duan Shubo prompted him in the first place. When he looked up, his eyes were unexpectedly attracted to another person.

The young man who entered the field alongside Duan Huebo had the perfect nine-headed body, and although the muscular lines of the other person were not obvious from the curvature raised under his clothes, this slightly thinner figure was undoubtedly more popular at times. That naturally elegant and steady is very different from his age, but this unexpected combination gives the other person a whole new charm. The lights were warm in the lobby, striking him in the contoured face, and the shadows of the five officials were clear and beautiful.

Ji Jia and immediately after a brief exclamation, he realized that people around him seemed to have no gaze. He asked himself that he had seen countless beautiful women, strong, shady, witty, fresh...

But there is no adjective that can be applied to this young man today. He had a contradictory and complex temperament that allowed him to smile, but, like a luminescent body, led people everywhere and at any time.

“Old man!” Ji Jia and Zhan Hubo are friends who can talk more in the circle, and the words are not hidden. They directly express their curiosity about Rodine, "who is that? Performing arts?” Impossible, if there's such a thing in the acting world, it doesn't make sense. He wouldn't know it as an editor of a magazine!

Duan Shubo's eyebrows picked slightly: “Why ask? ”

Ji Jia shrugged: “Are you going to tell me? ”

Duan Shubo knew Ji Jia and what was wrong. Ji Jia had nothing to do with messing with him in the past, but now he is excited about Luoding, but he is not so comfortable: “People and children are serious people, don't think about the mess. Uncle Kwong Liang said he had a chance to admit to being his godson. How dare you move your head on him? ”

Ji Jia and his heart trembled when he heard the name of Gangliang Hiroshi, but he always believed in timely amusement, and that brief fear came and went fast.

“You're not gonna tell me, are you?” Ji Jia and his eyes stared at Rodin and never left. Shortly after seeing each other enter the arena, he was surrounded by several producers and started talking. He said he couldn't sit down. He put the cup aside and took care of his clothes and left, "I asked myself. What a mess! ”

Duan Shubo smiled unchanged, his eyes darkened a few points, staring at Ji Jia and a slightly rushed back, his fingers unconsciously staggered friction.

He still hesitated to follow along, but suddenly a frightened greeting sounded in his ear: “Duan... Duan brother. ”

He looked back instantly and smiled so perfectly that he couldn't pick out any gaps. He looked down and was already standing with a young man in a white suit with a white skin.

The young man looked nervous and after shouting, he stirred up the corner of his clothes and couldn't speak, his face rose red. Seeing Xiubo's smiling gaze, he became more shy and couldn't say a word of cleanliness: “Hello, my name is Su Shengbai and I am a fan of your film. ”

Duan Shubo's smile remained unchanged and his eyelids looked deeply into each other's eyes.

He is not in a very good mood right now. He also starts to prick people unconsciously. Su Shengbai's shyness is perfect and unbroken. But what does he think? How does he feel uncomfortable?