Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

"stand up."

Fu Yibai reached out and pulled her up from the ground.

After Yang Tianbao straightened up, he naturally pinned her against the sink, letting her support herself on the edge of the sink with both hands, and the two of them got down to business from behind.

The bathroom light cast two shadows onto the wall tiles, which flickered blurry and indistinct.

The exhaust fan was still whirring overhead, masking some unnecessary noise.

They were both deliberately controlling their breathing, not daring to make too much noise.

"Hurry... someone's coming."

Yang Tianbao bit his lower lip, looking at himself in the mirror, his eyes filled with tears.

The whole process lasted less than ten minutes.

Near the end, Yang Tianbao's body suddenly tensed up.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, suppressing the sound that almost escaped.

Two minutes later, Yang Tianbao straightened her skirt and splashed two handfuls of cool water on her face.

Her cheeks were flushed in the mirror, and most of her lipstick had been smudged.

She took out a powder compact and lipstick from her handbag and began to touch up her makeup, her movements practiced and swift.

"Will you come see me tonight?"

"Not tonight."

Fu Yibai tucked his shirt back into his trousers, fastened his belt buckle again, and then buttoned up the collar of his suit jacket.

I'll come see you tomorrow.

Yang Tianbao paused for a moment, then continued applying lipstick. He pursed his lips in front of the mirror, making sure the lip shape was perfect before closing his handbag.

"Alright."

She walked up to Fu Yibai, stood on tiptoe and gave him a final kiss on the lips, then used the back of her hand to wipe away the lipstick marks on his lips.

"I'll be waiting for you tomorrow."

She turned and walked to the bathroom door, unlocked it, glanced back at him before opening the door, blinked, and then pushed the door open and went out.

The sound of high heels clicking on the carpet in the hallway gradually faded into the distance.

Fu Yibai stood in front of the sink for a few more seconds, adjusting his collar in front of the mirror.

The reflection in the mirror showed no obvious changes compared to ten minutes ago, except that the wine-red color on her face was a bit deeper than before, and she couldn't tell whether it was due to the alcohol or something else.

When we returned to the multi-purpose hall, the Star Girls were just taking the stage.

Nine girls, dressed in matching black gowns, stood in an arc on the stage. Qi Siyao stood in the center, holding the microphone to her mouth, and began with the first line of "Chasing the Light".

The whole place fell silent.

Fu Yibai sat down at the main table, picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea to calm himself down after drinking the alcohol.

On the other side, Yang Tianbao was toasting and chatting with others as if nothing had happened.

After the Star Girls' performance, Da Zhangwei took the stage with his new song.

The atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly lively, with music and laughter mingling together.

At one of the tables in the artists' section, Deng Chao was already a bit tipsy and was reminiscing with Pan Yueming about their glorious past while he was holding Huang Bo's neck.

Huang Bo's eyes rolled back as he was being strangled, and he sent a distress signal to Wang Baoqiang, but Wang Baoqiang just smiled innocently and pretended not to see it.

When the annual meeting was going on until 9:30 p.m., people at each table began to move around freely.

The artists toasted each other, and the technicians and production staff also let go of their usual restraint, moving between the tables in twos and threes with their glasses in hand.

Some people were taking photos in the corner, some were asking Chen Mo about the expected stock price of Chenxi Music after its IPO, and some were pulling Liu Yongqiang to ask when the League of Legends mobile game would be launched.

Fu Yibai sat at the main table for most of the time, and then several more groups of people came over to offer toasts.

He drank every glass, and the color of alcohol on his face became more and more obvious, but he remained clear-headed.

Wang Ou watched him from afar several times in the artists' area.

I hesitated whether to go over and help him fend off the drinks.

Yang Rong saw through Wang Ou's thoughts, pulled her aside, and shook her head with a smile.

"Don't worry, he can drink a lot without getting drunk."

By 10 p.m., the most exciting interactive segments of the annual meeting had all come to an end.

On stage, Zhao Qi announced the list of outstanding employees and teams for the year. After distributing the bonuses, there was another round of lucky draws.

The prize pool ranges from five thousand to five hundred thousand, and there are also participation prizes such as Nebula phones, tablets, and watches.

Almost everyone received a reward.

At 10:10, Zhao Qi stood on the stage, holding a microphone, and announced the official end of the annual meeting.

The lights in the hall came back on, and the sounds of chairs being pushed aside mingled with farewells.

People at each table gradually got up and left.

The artists met up with their staff and assistants, while the technicians walked together toward the elevator. Security personnel maintained order on both sides of the corridor, guiding the crowd to leave in batches.

Fu Yibai stood up from his seat and straightened his suit jacket.

Zhang Xinyu quickly walked to Fu Yibai's side.

"Mr. Fu, the car is ready."

Fu Yibai and Zhang Xinyu came out from the side door of the multi-functional hall.

As Yang Rong leaned against the corridor wall, carrying her evening bag, she straightened up when she saw Fu Yibai approaching.

"Xinyu, you can go now. I need to say a few words to Yibai."

Zhang Xinyu nodded and walked towards the elevator.

Yang Rong walked up to Fu Yibai and reached out to straighten his collar.

"Did you drink so much tonight? Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?"

"fine."

Yang Rong lowered her head and smelled the front of his suit jacket, her nose almost touching it, then she raised her head and raised her eyebrows.

"Yang Tianbao's perfume smells quite nice."

Fu Yibai was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"Is your nose a dog's nose?"

"Hey, didn't you see she was with Xiaoming?"

They still dare to act recklessly.

That's absolutely outrageous!

"I was cornered in the bathroom by her, it's really not my fault."

"Hmph, if you didn't want to, you wouldn't have stayed in the bathroom for so long."

There are already plenty of women in the family, why bother with her?

"Don't worry, it won't happen again."

"Hmph, this is the last time."

Let's go.

When the car drove out of the underground parking lot of Chenxi Building, the streets of Beijing were already mostly empty late at night.

"Mr. Fu, what time would you like me to pick you up tomorrow?"

Zhang Xinyu asked a question from the driver's seat.

"One o'clock in the afternoon."

"clear."

It was almost 11 o'clock when we got back to the villa area of ​​the capital.

Not long after he returned, Yang Rong and the others also gradually returned home.

After taking a shower, Fu Yibai changed into clean pajamas. When he came out of the bathroom, the bedroom lights were already dimmed.

Yang Mi lay on the left side of the bed, the blanket pulled up to her chest, while Tang Yan lay on the right side, her eyes already closed. Fu Yibai lay down between them and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.

In the darkness, Yang Mi turned over, buried her face in his shoulder, and put one leg around his waist.

She gently brushed her nose against his neck and then let out a barely audible hum.

Tang Yan also turned over, wrapping her arm around Fu Yibai's waist from the other side.