Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

Chapter 132 A Gathering of Stars

10 month 26 day.

7:30 in the morning.

While Tianya Forum was still reporting the news of a group of bigwigs gathering at Feiye Group, a Sina.com reporter who had received private information was already waiting at Shunyi International Airport.

Two reporters, wrapped in windproof jackets, squatted against the wall at the airport exit.

The reporter on the left adjusted his camera, glancing up at the entrance of the passageway every now and then: "We're not there yet? Didn't they say 7:20?"

"Wait a little longer. The news says this group will definitely arrive today. They even gave us their names, so it can't be wrong," the reporter on the right whispered.

He held a microphone in his hand, ready to rush up and conduct an interview at any moment.

The two stopped talking, their eyes fixed on the VIP passage, not daring to breathe.

Not long after, the glass door slowly opened, and a woman in a black coat walked out first.

"That's Natalie Portman!" The reporter on the left snapped a photo, his voice barely audible.

The woman was tall and slender with long, flowing hair, and wore a mask and sunglasses.

The sound of camera shutters rang out one after another, and the reporter on the right quickly wrote his name in his notebook, the pen swishing across the paper.

Anne Hathaway followed, her beige trench coat accentuating her gentle demeanor, her large eyes curiously looking around.

"It's Anne Hathaway! And behind her is—Matt Damon!" The reporter on the left gripped his camera tightly with excitement.

"Click click click—"

Matt Damon, dressed in a casual suit and still wearing a mask, was talking quietly with his assistant.

The reporter on the left kept switching lenses, pressing the shutter button faster and faster, afraid of missing any moment.

Next came Harrison Ford, and then Ryan Gosling.

"Ryan Gosling!" the reporter on the left exclaimed.

Ryan Gosling was wearing a dark down jacket, his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed straight ahead, and his expression was somewhat melancholy.

Harrison Ford followed closely behind, his white hair giving him a sharp and energetic look, his steps steady and his presence commanding.

The reporter on the left adjusted the camera angle, aimed at the old man's profile, and pressed the shutter: "This lineup is too luxurious."

Ryan Gosling walked over.

He raised his hand to adjust his sunglasses, his gaze sweeping across the airport terminal, his steps never faltering.

"Roger Deakins! The Oscar-winning cinematographer is here too!" The reporter on the right bobbed his Adam's apple.

Roger Deakins carried a camera bag and held a small video camera in his hand, stopping every now and then to take a few shots.

Broderick Jensen and Cynthia Sykes appeared together, talking as they walked.

Cynthia Sykes looked sharp and capable in a bright-colored suit.

The two reporters stopped taking pictures, exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

With so many top Hollywood figures gathered in China, no one in the entire industry has such influence.

They quickly organized the photos in their camera, unable to contain their excitement even though they had received the news beforehand.

This message came from General Manager Cao, who is said to have some connection with General Manager Ye of Fei Ye. Ye Chong should be preparing for his new movie at the moment, so these people are most likely here to audition.

"It must be Ye Chong's new movie audition, no doubt about it!" the reporter on the left said with certainty.

The reporter on the right nodded in agreement: "Only he has this ability. It was rumored before that he was going to make a big production, and it turned out to be true."

The reporter on the left slung his camera over his shoulder, stood up, and said, "Hurry up and follow me, let's go see where their hotel is."

The two quickly packed up their equipment, kept their bodies low, and followed behind the Hollywood mogul's convoy, not daring to get too close.

The convoy slowly drove away from the airport, heading towards the rising sun. Two reporters sat in the taxi, excitedly discussing something while typing some text.

"This news is definitely headline news. So many Hollywood bigwigs gathered together, it's really impactful."

"Ye Chong's new movie seems to be a big deal, and it might even make a splash in the international market."

"Great, now this is all our exclusive news."

The taxi sped along, the two men unable to calm down, their minds filled with the scene they had just witnessed.

They have been in the industry for many years and have seen many celebrities, but they have never seen such a luxurious lineup.

The person behind all of this was Ye Chong.

While reporters were busy getting exclusives, the atmosphere in the living room on the 13th floor of Anning Huating was unusually relaxed.

Ye Chong sat upright, his calves slightly touching Yi Fei's calves, his arms draped over the back of the sofa, his posture casual.

Yifei held the script in her hands, leaning back on the sofa, her brows slightly furrowed, looking somewhat confused.

Liu's mother sat on the single sofa opposite them, peeling an orange in her hand, her eyes scanning the two of them from time to time like a radar.

She peeled the orange slowly, carefully tearing off the white pith after peeling it, until it was mostly gone, before putting the pulp into her mouth and chewing slowly.

She glanced at the two little ones again, and seeing that they were behaving themselves, she picked up a CEO romance novel from the table and started reading.

Ye Chong immediately caught this information and gently nudged Yi Fei with his calf.

Today, Yifei wore loose jeans and a white wool sweater, looking quite conservative.

"I called you over here to help me look at the script, not to get so close and take advantage of me." Yifei turned her head and glared at him.

Ye Chong chuckled, and instead of backing away, he moved even closer to her: "Sister, you can only see clearly when you're closer."

Liu's mother rolled her eyes at him and spat out an orange seed: "Sit still, don't touch me, you're so unruly."

After saying this, Liu's mother stood up with the plate in her hand and walked towards the kitchen.

Ye Chong pouted and reluctantly straightened his body, but still secretly nudged Yi Fei's arm with his own.

Yifei ignored his little actions, turned to the designated page of the script, and tapped her fingertip on a line of lines.

"Look here, Rufus is a villainous android, so why is she crying? I don't understand."

Ruf? Oh! A character from the movie, right?

Ye Chong's attention was clearly drawn to something. What was it?

Those were a pair of delicate, white hands, with neatly trimmed, rounded nails that had a faint pink tinge. The knuckles were long and slender, a sight to behold—

"Bad apple! Humph!"

"Cough cough—" Ye Chong coughed and sat up straight.

The perspective is completely different when you sit up straight!

Aren't they supposed to be baggy jeans? Why am I seeing black socks?

Yifei is indeed wearing jeans, but what's underneath?

Ye Chong leaned down slightly, and what he saw made his eyes widen in astonishment.

The black openwork stockings clung tightly to her legs, the fine mesh revealing glimpses of her fair and delicate skin underneath.

The cuffs of her socks were wrapped with a thin velvet band that swayed slightly with her every movement, captivating all who saw them.

The light fell on the stockings, making the skin at the mesh area shimmer with a subtle sheen, incredibly alluring.

Seeing Ye Chong's lecherous expression, Yi Fei's lips curled into a smile. "Is it cute?"

"Okay, it looks good."

"Well!