Wireless.

Female Artist Dressing Room No. 1.

The make-up dressing room, separated by layers of wooden boards, is long and messy.

The hangers were crammed into a heap of colorful and cheap costumes, and the corners of the walls were littered with all sorts of bits and pieces, plastic bags, fast food boxes...... On the left wall of the doorway, there are two couches of unknown age lined up, and the color of the sofa has long been indistinguishable, but this does not prevent it from coming and going to receive people who sit down in a panic and leave in a panic, that fat or thin ass.

As a pure newcomer who has just joined wireless not long ago, Wang Mingquan does not have a big name to have his own makeup artist. She pulled a cotton pad and wiped the large, blurry mirror in front of her vigorously and indiscriminately, and then leaned forward to try to brush herself with mascara, and the white light above her head cast a heavy shadow on her makeup eyelashes under her eyelids.

In the mirror, it seems to be the eyes of a fawn looking at it in confusion!

On the seat next to her, a well-known female singer had just changed into her costume for the performance, confidently holding her chest and abdomen, standing in front of the mirror with her head held high and looking at herself with a smile. With her steady, calm eyes, her imposing presence, and her shiny and seemingly gorgeous cheap dress, anyone who saw her looked like a medieval noblewoman - nothing more than a noblewoman in a slum.

Passing her, in the mirror, the corners behind her were crowded with a number of changing female artists, chattering at the almost bright and thin costumes of the performance—collectively flustered and noisy. The chaotic noise filled and crowded this small space, and even the perennial turbid air felt crowded, but everyone had already gotten used to it, and they were used to it.

Wang Mingquan was still calm, still dyeing his eyelashes lightly, but the movements of his hands were faster, and after dyeing, he leaned back, casually examining himself in the mirror.

As soon as Ying Zhiji and Zhao Yazhi walked into the dressing room backstage, they were the first to meet Shen Dianxia, a pistachio. There's no way to get in shape~~~~

Shen Dianxia is still the same classic dress that has remained unchanged for decades, with a chubby smiling face wearing a pair of butterfly glasses upturned on both sides, a cool owl hairstyle, and a plump figure, which makes people feel friendly at first sight.

Shen Dianxia obviously took the wind, and at a sharp glance, she saw the newcomers of Ying Zhiji and Zhao Yazhi, who were not ordinary people in temperament and dress, greeted her with a hearty smile, and said decently: "You must be winning Dazuo and Miss Zhao!" I'm the moderator, and I'm welcome. ”

Looking at this seemingly cute and kind woman, I felt a little emotional in my heart, there is a metabolism of personnel, and I think of Qiu Guan and sigh for him.

At this time, Zhao Yazhi had already stretched out her hand and smiled politely: "Hello, Sister Fat." ”

Her voice brought Ying Yi back to her senses, nodded with a salty expression, and said, "Hello Fat." ”

"Feifei, is the show about to start?"

At this time, a somewhat neutral, a little hoarse but a unique woman's voice sounded.

A beautiful figure appeared in the sight of Ying Sick, and it was the figure of a woman.

This immediately attracted the attention of Win Sick.

No, it's not that she's beautiful, because compared with Zhao Yazhi, there is no doubt that she lost and was half a goal behind.

In just one moment, one look, Ying Sick was already electrocuted by the confidence and intellectual beauty that filled her body. This makes Ying Sick feel as if he has seen the feeling of an urban strong woman in his previous life and era again.

There was no expression on her face, and her eyes glanced strangely at the sick people.

It's not surprising that she doesn't recognize herself, and she rarely appears in public, which has always given people a sense of mystery. But she doesn't know her, but she knows her.

A woman named Wang Mingquan has endless stories to write about her. She wrote her legendary life in her own way. Just as she once said her name, "Ming" represents her birthplace, Chongming Island in Shanghai, and "Quan" represents a kind of grass. According to her own understanding, Wang Mingquan, she is an ordinary but unique grass that can always illuminate people's hearts, Wang Mingquan's acting career is rich, wonderful and unique.

Staring at Ying Zhiji's gentle face, slender eyes, and gentle smile, giving people a sense of déjà vu, Wang Mingquan was stunned.

At this time, the appearance of the beautiful and graceful Zhao Yazhi, even Wang Mingquan didn't think she was such a beautiful beauty!

Ying Zhiji and Zhao Yazhi glanced at each other, and Shen Dianxia introduced to her partner Wang Mingquan: "This is the little whirlwind that is currently famous in Xiangjiang, Xiangjiang and Xiangjiang, and wins the big work!" This is his friend Zhao Yazhi and Miss Zhao. Stretching out his fat five fingers, he pointed at the two of them and said: "Mr. Win will be our special guest for tonight in the next two issues, and we will cooperate when the time comes, now let's take a look at the environment and understand it."

As if it was none of his business, he didn't say anything at all, he didn't say a word, just took Zhao Yazhi's hand and looked at them quietly.

Blink and wink.

This time, it was finally Wang Mingquan's turn to be surprised, and he didn't expect that he was the man of the hour who caused a sensation in the city!

At first, I thought it was based on looks, where is the new artist, which can't help but impress Wang Mingquan.

"Hello, I love your book and voice." Wang Mingquan exhaled, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, and suddenly stretched out his slender ten fingers.

Wang Mingquan is very dignified on the outside, but when he interacts with her in private, he thinks she is easy-going and courageous.

Wang Mingquan's title of sister is a nickname in the eyes of outsiders, but in TVB, it is a very regular "order to reward the good and punish the evil", because Wang Mingquan has always been serious and rigorous in his work, and he is definitely a "tendon" character in the eyes of outsiders. All the TV crews she has worked with, no lateness, no coping, no jokes, and NG rules on the set at any time have made many TV people who are used to playing experience and tactics step by step have to break these habits.

These winners knew even better than many of the people who worked with her at this time, so there was no surprise that they just wanted to speak.

A petite person next to Shen Dianxia said in surprise: "Wow, it's a win disease, I've also heard his ghost blow out the lamp, and it's good, but in the middle of the night, my sister and I feel numb in the scalp, and I am reluctant to turn it off." ”

"Yes, yes, didn't Sister Fat say it, it's a big writer, and our big writer in Hong Kong has that domineering name?"

As soon as a dance artist came out, he was surprised, "Is he the great writer who won the disease?" Wow, I didn't expect a real person to be so handsome. ”

Soon a chain effect was formed, and another woman glanced at Ying Sick's tall and mighty body, her face was dyed a little red, and she shouted in surprise and joy: "It's so handsome, what a pretty boy, I thought I wrote such a great novel, I must be a nerd with glasses, but I didn't expect ......."

"You think the same as I think, I feel that he is more handsome than the handsome guys in our station, and he has an indescribable temperament,......"

"Wow you! Anthomaniac! ”

A room full of female dancers were excited, looking at the gate one by one, and some were shouting.

Not only did the dancers talk about it, but even some of the nowadays' well-known actresses and makeup teachers talked about it with great interest in private.

Looking at the lively smiling faces, Ying Sick felt very comfortable, and he was also infected, and the entertainment industry at that time was still very simple.

So Ying Yiji waved his hand generously at them, showed a bright smile, and smiled lightly: "Hello."

Wow!!!

Instantly, there was a rush of screams and commotion.

"Wow! He greeted me! I instantly felt so happy! "It's strange, he's with you, you didn't look at him and didn't even look at you." "You're right! …… Because I think it's me, that's why I'm right. ”

"You're all wrong...... I ......""-go-"""......""

Ying Zhiji and Zhao Yazhi are like two stars that are big and bright at this time, looking at each other from a distance, with a group of small stars arching around.

However, it is obvious that the handsome guy and talented man with a hearty and handsome appearance wins the disease, and he is most useful here, at least for these women. Just an ordinary greeting made a group of stupid women jealous.

Fei Fei and Wang Mingquan looked at Ying Yiji in surprise, but they didn't expect this young man's charm to be so great, and the focus was all on him. But now that I think about it, I also realize that in the face of this short period of less than a quarter, winning the disease has really made a very sensational thing, in fact, it is very simple, but I wrote two novels, one was serialized in the newspaper and caused a sensation in the whole Xiangjiang in one day, so that the sales rate of Ming Pao and major media skyrocketed a lot, one was serialized on the radio and countless people in a dark night, and a Cantonese song once again went crazy on a Hong Kong Island, so that countless small citizens had more to talk about...... The important thing is that he is so young, so profitable, so talented, and so crazy! Then God is really going to be jealous!

Nima, all kinds of bonus auras are gathered in one, but it's not as simple as one plus one, at least for these women, including Shen Dianxia and Wang Mingquan, they really have nothing to say about winning the sick person!

He is the light of the year, he is the electricity, he is the only legend!

He is the meaning of heaven and earth is the will of God, is it the truth to like such a person?

At least many of the women present didn't think about escaping, why did they escape, why did they refuse to like such a perfect male god?