Ye Fan has status restrictions and cannot go to other areas. He can only wander around the dressing room.
At this time, several little girls of fifteen or sixteen years old, each holding a book of celebrity photos, sneaked in from the corridor in the corridor.
The star in their photos is a handsome guy, with top-notch good looks and handsome features. At first glance, he looks like a Korean style hottie.
Ye Fan met them face-to-face. When several little girls saw someone coming, they were frightened and faced the wall. They looked like elementary school students who had done something wrong. They looked very cute.
"Ha ha……"
Ye Fan was amused by them, pretended not to see them, and walked straight to the other end of the corridor.
As the two sides passed each other, Ye Fan suddenly dropped the pass around his neck on the ground, then quietly pointed to the left side of the three forks in the corridor and said to himself.
"It seems that the dressing rooms of male celebrities go to the left. Oops, there are not enough security manpower backstage. What should I do if fans break in? It's such a headache..."
Several little girls were overjoyed and quickly picked up the pass that Ye Fan pretended to have dropped and said in unison: "Thank you!"
Ye Fan smiled lightly and did not stop walking.
A little girl saw Ye Fan's appearance clearly, her face suddenly turned red, and she felt as if there was a deer bumping around in her heart.
"This big brother is so handsome!"
"Yeah, yeah, she's a nice person too!" Another little girl nodded repeatedly.
"Who is he?" The little girl looked at Ye Fan's back curiously, "It doesn't seem like he is a star from China! Is he from abroad?"
"Nonsense, he has a coastal accent. I recognized it right away." Another little girl held the pass in her hand tightly.
"Xiaoyu, let's leave quickly! If we wait for those staff to free up, we won't be able to see Brother Xianjun."
"Uh-huh!"
All the little girls nodded their heads.
But Ye Fan walked around twice and was about to go back when he met Zi Ying'er's manager Li Lanfeng.
"Mr. Ye, are you here to see Yinger?"
Li Lanfeng has been quite afraid of Ye Fan ever since she learned about his close relationship with the Li Group.
However, after getting along with him a few times, she found that Ye Fan was a very good-tempered person.
Therefore, the two of them have never known each other without fighting and can be called friends.
"Sister Feng, what kind of designer did you arrange for me?" Ye Fan rolled his eyes and got goosebumps all over his body.
"Mr. Ye, you don't know something. Leo is one of the three major fashion designers in Binhai, and he is very famous!"
Li Lanfeng looked Ye Fan up and down and exclaimed: "Look at yourself in the mirror, how handsome you are! If you also come to the entertainment industry to develop, you will definitely be popular!"
"I'm handsome because I have a good foundation." Ye Fantian was shameless and said, "I'll just be a star. I'm not interested."
"That's right, since your business is so big, you naturally don't care about the income of celebrities." Li Lanfeng joked.
"Mr. Ye, you have to thank me for this. If I hadn't negotiated with the company at the beginning, Ying'er would not have endorsed Novan at such a low price."
"What a big deal!" Ye Fan said with a nonchalant smile: "When the award ceremony is over in the evening, Sister Feng will give you a compliment, and I'll treat you to a supper. By the way, let's talk about Miss Ying'er's contract renewal."
“We can’t afford such a low price this time!”
"Of course, everything is subject to market price!"
The two of them talked and laughed and came to Zi Ying'er's dressing room.
At this time, Zi Ying'er was trying on a purple evening dress, with only a bra wrap on her upper body.
Suddenly, Ye Fan and Sister Feng bumped in, startling her.
The assistants and makeup artists who dressed up Zi Ying'er turned pale and quickly found clothes to help Zi Ying'er cover her snow-white body.
Sister Feng and Ye Fan were chatting so happily that they didn't think about this for a while.
As for the bodyguards at the door, they saw Zi Ying'er's royal manager coming to the dressing room, how could they intercept him.
Therefore, Ye Fan was extremely embarrassed and was pushed out of the room by Sister Feng. It took a full three minutes before he was called in.
The makeup artist and assistant walked out with a lot of clothes and gave Ye Fan a deep eye roll.
Ye Fan entered the room, and there were only Zi Ying'er and Li Lanfeng inside.
"Ahem..." Ye Fan scratched his head and pretended to smile casually: "Zi Ying'er, what's the matter with you? You didn't lock the door when changing clothes. It caused me to see things I shouldn't have seen. I'll get needle eyes."
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"Are you still reasonable?" Two clusters of red clouds appeared on Zi Ying'er's pretty face, which even with makeup couldn't cover it up.
"Ying'er, don't be angry. It's my fault." Sister Feng quickly explained, "I didn't do my job well. Fortunately, there were no paparazzi around, otherwise it would be troublesome if I was photographed."
As soon as Ye Fan thought about being caught by the paparazzi, the headlines of entertainment newspapers across the country tomorrow would be "Mysterious man breaks into the backstage in broad daylight, big star greets him naked!", "Zi Ying'er left the country half-heartedly, just to make him smile?"
"Titles like " can't help but give me a chill.
"It's okay, it's okay." Ye Fan was still frightened.
"If you don't stay well in your dressing room, why are you here here?"
Zi Ying'er snorted angrily, "If you have nothing to do, just ask Leo for advice on how to walk on the red carpet, so as not to make a fool of yourself."
"Isn't it just walking? Who can't do it?" Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders indifferently and looked at Zi Ying'er sideways.
Zi Ying'er's makeup is almost done, but her hair is tied up in a circle and her hairstyle has not yet been done.
She was wearing a casual baker's jacket and a pair of tight jeans, showing off her slender legs.
I have to say that Zi Ying'er is definitely the kind of girl who is favored by God.
Her face was very beautiful, and Ye Fan was astonished when he saw her for the first time.
At this time, she put on all kinds of makeup, and her stunning beauty was so stunning that it was hard to take it out once you saw her.
Fortunately, there are many beauties around Ye Fan, and they have a certain resistance to Zi Ying'er.
"What are you looking at? Your mouth is watering!" Seeing Ye Fan looking at her without saying a word, Zi Ying'er felt a little proud in her heart and her chest couldn't help but puff up.
It's a pity that the bread suit is too thick and it's hard to see the beauty of Zi Ying'er's silhouette.
Ye Fan quickly touched the corner of his mouth and found that there was no saliva. He immediately raised his eyebrows and became angry: "Are you kidding me?"
"Humph, you are allowed to spy on me, but you are not allowed to play tricks on you once?" Zi Ying'er smiled proudly, "It's even!"
Sister Feng was sitting next to her and was ignored by the two of them. She really couldn't stand their "flirting", so she stood up and said: "Ying'er, I'm going to help you remind the hairstylist. She seems to be still in Zhao Xianjun's dressing room.
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"Yeah." Zi Ying'er nodded, looking a little unhappy.
"Don't worry, it's still early."
Sister Feng persuaded her and turned to Ye Fan: "Mr. Ye, please stay here and talk to Ying'er. I'll go see what's going on at the hairstylist's place."
"Okay." Ye Fan waved his hand, pulled up a chair and sat next to Zi Ying'er.
Sister Feng left the dressing room, leaving only Ye Fan and Zi Ying'er.
Zi Ying'er was a little nervous. Unexpectedly, when she looked at Ye Fan, this guy was sitting next to her, leaning in front of the makeup mirror, fiddling with her hair in front of her.
That kind of action, that kind of look, really deserves a beating!
"You...you did it on purpose!" Zi Ying'er saw Ye Fan's artificial behavior at a glance.
"You are allowed to play tricks on me, and I am not allowed to disgust you?" Ye Fan grabbed a few strands of hair and showed a arrogant expression, "How about my hairstyle?"
"..."
Zi Yinger was completely speechless.
Ye Fan is just a talker and cannot bear any loss.
"Ying'er, just ask Leo to style your hair. Why do you have to line up behind Zhao Xianjun?"
Ye Fan smiled lightly, "By the way, this Zhao Xianjun seems to be just a second-rate star, right? Why should he compete with you for resources?"
"Although he is only a second-tier celebrity, his fan traffic is larger than that of many first-tier celebrities." Zi Ying'er sighed, "Our current star genre in China is becoming more and more Japanese and Korean."
"It's just some young people, like me, who still like the old artists from our own country."
Ye Fan laughed, "The resonance brought by an old actor in the film can easily kill a piece of fresh meat in an instant."
"The positioning is different. Those teachers and seniors regard acting and singing as a lifelong career, constantly learning and constantly striving for excellence.
As for a large number of young talents, even if they want to further their education, the brokerage company will not allow them to waste time on these things.
For brokerage companies, they are just tools to make money."
Zi Ying'er smiled lightly and said: "I have talked about these problems with many younger brothers and younger sisters, and they are also helpless. Of course, there are also a small number of people who enjoy making money.
I don't like this kind of juniors very much, and I rarely invite them to my concerts."
"Hey, you don't seem to be very old, and you actually call yourself a senior?" Ye Fan clicked his tongue.
"Ye Fan, I'm thirty-two years old. I debuted fifteen years ago, so I'm considered a senior!" When Zi Ying'er mentioned her age, she let out a cry from the depths of her soul.
Old, old.
Ye Fan was stunned, "Oh my god, you are thirty-two years old? Why...why do you look like a girl of sixteen or seventeen?"
Zi Ying'er was amused by Ye Fan's words, and the flower branches trembled, leaning forward and backward.
After laughing for a while, Zi Ying'er took out a tissue, gently wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, and hummed: "You...how come you don't speak seriously at all? I'm wearing makeup, so don't put it on me anymore."
My makeup is smeared."
"Tongyanwuji, sorry."
Ye Fan twitched the corner of his mouth and thought to himself: Is this eldest sister unable to understand sarcasm? Did I praise her for being able to laugh so happily?
His emotional intelligence in communicating with women is indeed not very high.
If it were anyone else, Zi Ying'er would definitely be wearing all kinds of high-hat anti-aircraft guns. She has fair skin, good looks and a good temperament. She is the most beautiful from ancient times to the present!
Ye Fan couldn't say this kind of thing, his conditioned reflex was just to be strong, and he would do whatever he wanted to do.
"By the way, Ying'er. Isn't Zhao Xianjun a Korean? The Golden Eagle Award is a popular TV award in China. Why does he, a Korean, get involved?"
Zi Ying'er wiped away her tears of laughter and said, "Don't you know? In the second half of the year, Zhao Xianjun acted in a TV series with very high traffic. During the online audition, fans pushed him to be nominated."