Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

The more Wen Yan thought about it, the more complacent he became. He took out a magazine, sat on the sofa and flipped through it, waiting for Zhu Jun's good news.

Zhu Jun, that old pervert, was coaxed away by himself, and he had long coveted Sang Jiuqing, how could he still sit still when he heard that he could taste it.

But waiting and waiting, the pointer has almost turned to six o'clock in the morning, and there are faint dark circles on his face, but the man still hasn't come back.

It can't be the taste of the marrow, the aftertaste is endless, thinking of this, Wen Yan becomes more patient, the longer he tosses, the more tortured that bitch Sang Jiuqing is, Wen Yan even wants to watch the scene and watch Sang Jiu carefully Qing was humiliated.

Slowly turned on the TV, cut a fruit platter by the way, and watched while eating, but when it was tuned to a channel, his eyes suddenly tightened.

"From our station, an hour ago, the director of the Bureau of Statistics rolled over while drunk driving, had a serious car accident, and died on the spot..."

Director of the Bureau of Statistics, the tray in Wen Yan's hand fell to the ground with a "click", isn't that Zhu Jun?How could there be a car accident, how could it be? !
Although she hates this man, she still has to rely on him to support her. If he dies, what will happen to the money and the villa that she promised herself.

Wen Yan took out the phone and started calling anxiously, but no one answered. He was so anxious that he had no choice but to call Zhu Yang.

Zhu Yang has never had a good face towards her, and it is the same this time, all kinds of ridicule, mistress, mistress, shameless...

Wen Yan was used to it, and asked anxiously after the other party finished scolding.

"I wish the director is okay, is there anything wrong?"

Zhu Yang tightened his hand holding the phone, watching the doctor slowly cover him with a white cloth, the corners of his mouth curled up mockingly.

"died."

Wen Yan's face turned pale, how could he die, what happened...

Sang Jiuqing, could it be her?No, it's impossible, she didn't have the guts to dare to kill someone, and the report said it was drunk driving, so was it really an accident?
Thousands of thoughts flashed through Wen Yan's mind, and he had to admit in the end that after being with Zhu Jun for so long, he got nothing in the end. He gritted his teeth, it was really bad luck, but he died at this time.

The news on the TV was still broadcasting, and the photos of the scene were also torn up, which can be described as a tragedy. Although the body was mosaiced, the body shape and clothes were undoubtedly Zhu Jun.

Sang Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, read the news over and over again, her eyes could not help turning to the person drinking coffee, drunk driving?Zhu Ke did not drink alcohol last night.

Besides, both his hands were injured, so how could he go to drive again? It seemed that the person in front of him had arranged for him, and a softness flashed in his heart.

"Thank you."

Mu Bing nodded lightly and let the waiter serve the food. He ate gracefully and behaved like a nobleman in an old castle.

Sang Jiuqing has fully recovered, and the swelling on her face has dissipated. After eating, she went back to her apartment. Everything about yesterday is still like a dream, a nightmare.

"Little ancestor, you are so anxious to death that you don't answer your phone calls. Why did you go last night?"

When An Hong saw the person coming, she jumped up excitedly from the sofa, with two big dark circles on her eyes, and she looked like she hadn't slept all night.

"Sister An, I drank too much last night."

An Hong was relieved when she heard this, and looked Sang Jiuqing up and down. It seemed that she wasn't wearing this suit when she went out yesterday.

"That suit smelled of alcohol and was thrown away."

Sang Jiuqing changed his shoes while talking, tied up his hair high with a black hair tie, yawned, and threw himself lazily on the sofa, started to take out a cigarette with his left hand, lit it and slowly smoking.

What happened last night went through in my mind again, who is harming her, I can't figure it out after much deliberation.

An Hong frowned, as if she had something to do, hesitated to speak, and looked extremely irritable.

"What's the matter? This hesitating look."

An Hong sighed, and annoyed herself lit a cigarette.

"The recent schedule is empty, the company has withdrawn all your endorsements and replaced them with Li Yaqian."

Sang Jiuqing thought of the scene from last night again. Under the dim light, the figure of a man and a woman intertwined. She felt a little prick in her heart. She shook her cigarette hand in pain and lowered her eyes.

"I see."

An Hong frowned, looking at the woman in front of her, feeling something was wrong.

"Did something happen between you and Young Master Bai, or what?"

Sang Jiuqing closed her eyes lightly, flicked the cigarette ash, and pulled a mocking smile from the corner of her mouth.

"What's the matter? I just have a new love. My old love has to stand aside."

An Hong was taken aback for a moment, it turned out to be like this, she curled her lips.

"Yes, then we will rest for a few days, it is impossible to hide you in the snow."

Sang Jiuqing stopped talking. After smoking a cigarette, she lay down on the sofa in a daze. Boluo City was no different from those men. She was just a pet he raised on a whim, so why take herself too seriously? , smiled indifferently.

After resting for a while, I went out and drove towards the dynasty.

Arriving at the top floor, before she entered the office in Boluo City, she felt that Nan Shi's gaze was not right today, and that kind of complaint and disapproval shot straight at her like a beam of laser light.

Sang Jiuqing frowned, stretched out her hand and opened the door.

Li Yaqian was talking about something with Boluo City inside, her eyes were full of shyness and contentment, her small face was slightly red, and the light blue skirt set off her whole person like a fairy girl who was not caught in the fireworks of the world.

His footsteps paused slightly, and he walked in as if nothing had happened.

"Brother Luocheng, let's talk about this today, I'm leaving first."

Li Yaqian glanced at Sang Jiuqing proudly. Last night, she had sex with the man she had loved for so many years. She had been lingering all night, and her legs were still weak, so when she got up, she fell straight towards Boluo City.

Bo Luocheng frowned and supported the person, and slowly spit out two words from his thin lips.

"Be careful."

Li Yaqian blushed even more, and when she saw Sang Jiuqing out of the corner of her eye, the blush on her face became even redder.

"Brother Luocheng, it's all yours now, his legs are so weak now."

After saying this coquettishly, she stood up slowly, straightened her hair, and with a cute smile on her face again, she nodded to Sang Jiuqing.

Bo Luocheng frowned when he heard Li Yaqian's words. What was she talking about? Was she deliberately angry with Sang Jiuqing? Thinking of this, he didn't refute it. After the person left, a pair of cold eyes looked at Sang Jiuqing, His lips were tightly pursed and he didn't speak.

It was Sang Jiuqing who spoke first, and found the sofa to sit down on her own.

"Young Master Bai, I'm so sorry, I've disturbed your pleasure in the early morning."

Sang Jiuqing's attitude was sloppy, and there seemed to be a trace of jealousy.

A trace of anger flashed in Bo Luocheng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched mockingly when he saw the heartless woman in front of him.

"She is much better than you, at least she won't be promiscuous, and she will climb up one by one."

Sang Jiuqing paused, maybe it was because of the news about her and Zhu Yang, that's why this person said that when she saw each other, she felt a prick in her heart, with a slight pain.

"Sang Jiuqing, why did you go last night?"

Bo Luocheng asked casually, would she answer truthfully? She and Mu Bing went to the hotel last night, and they spent the night alone.

The corner of Sang Jiuqing's mouth twitched, why did he go, would this person care, not at all.

"Sleeping in the room, after all, Young Master Bai has canceled his recent schedule, so I really can't do anything but sleep."

The pen in Bo Luocheng's hand was broken with a "snap", what a Sang Jiuqing, it turned out that she lied to him like this before, flirting with other men while seducing him, treating him as a fool, right?

Bo Luocheng's face was very gloomy, and he looked at Sang Jiuqing with scarlet eyes. What did she and Mu Bing do last night? There were thousands of images in his mind, but each image made him unbearable. Thinking of her and Mu Bing doing the same thing, thinking of her delicate body tossing and turning under Mu Bing's body, her heart felt like being torn apart, with pain and anger.

So what you say is not polite at all.

"You are sure you are in your own room instead of going out to hang out with other men. After all, you are so hungry and thirsty that you may take the initiative to crawl into other people's beds."

After Bai Luocheng finished speaking, he looked at Sang Jiuqing sarcastically, and seeing the other party's obviously stiff expression, his heart became even more sarcasm, the lie must have been exposed, huh, you can really pretend.

Sang Jiuqing was also just stunned for a moment, looking at the mocking person in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain, men, they all have the same virtue, and they went out to steal food by themselves, yet they still accuse him so righteously at this time Follow her.

"Yeah, just like what you said, Young Master Bai, I was so horny that I couldn't help but go to bed with someone else last night. I was lingering all night, and I'm still thinking about it."

The face of Boluo City was completely dark, and he threw the document on the ground, stood up from the leather chair, and walked to Sang Jiuqing with anger all over his body, looked down at her, and looked down. His hands pinched her chin mercilessly.

Because of too much force, there were red marks on the white skin.

"Are you so shameless? Are you so cheap? Sang Jiuqing, I thought your promiscuity was just pretending. I didn't expect you to be such a woman who can't bear loneliness. Heh, is climbing a man's bed so fun? ?”

Bo Luocheng's tone was so mocking that even his eyes looked at Sang Jiuqing as if he were looking at a piece of trash.

He thought she was dirty...

Sang Jiuqing felt a lot of Hualiang in his heart, why should this person accuse her, isn't it ridiculous? !It's ridiculous.

Turning his head away, he freed his chin, looked at Boluo City with mocking eyes, and parted his red lips lightly.

"Climbing on a man's bed is also a skill, everyone takes what they need, everyone is an adult, why bother about it, Mr. Bai, don't you think so?"