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

She must hate him, Bo Luocheng thought so, his whole heart was numb with pain, he leaned on the back seat decadently, staring out the window with misty eyes.

After Sang Jiuqing left in Boluo City, he was still soft on the ground. It was not because he was afraid, but because he was a natural reaction after long-term lack of oxygen. stand up.

"Little ancestor."

An Hong came out from the corner, her eyes flushed. She wanted to help her just now, but her eyes were so firm, she obviously didn't want outsiders to interfere, so she could only watch from a distance.

"Go, go back."

Sang Jiuqing's voice was faint, and she had already buried all her emotions under the stagnant water, without any waves.

An Hong nodded, found the car, the two of them didn't stay any longer, left this place, and went all the way back to the apartment.

After entering the room, Sang Jiuqing went to the mirror, only to find that the fingerprints on her neck were still there. Thinking of the man's furious and crazy eyes, she tickled the corner of her mouth mockingly. After cooling in the cold water for a while, I peeled it off and gave it to An Hong.

The fingerprints on An Hong's face were even more frightening. One could tell how much force the other party had exerted.

"Sister An, I won't just let it go, this slap, I will definitely get it back for you."

An Hong took the egg, and was moved in her heart. This woman is like this. She usually seldom speaks provocatively, but once she really said provocative words, she would definitely move people to a mess.

But Li Yaqian's background is there, and Young Master Bai is supporting her now, and ordinary people like them are fighting against her, which is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

"Little ancestor, forget it, isn't it just a slap, and it won't lose a piece of meat."

Sang Jiuqing took out her bag, took out a cigarette, lowered her head and lit it, heh, how could she forget it, if she couldn't make it clear, then she would find a chance to hide it, there would always be a day when the other party would suffer.

How could An Hong not know this woman's temper, knowing that she couldn't be persuaded, she could only roll eggs on her face while thinking about where they should flee to if they offended Shao Bai.

Sang Jiuqing didn't speak, and threw herself completely into the sofa.

After An Hong rolled the egg on her face for a while, she started to make dinner, her fat body turned around in the kitchen.After getting acquainted with Sang Jiuqing, she has been cooking, not expecting that woman to help, she is smart, but she is no different from an idiot in the kitchen.

Sang Jiuqing was scrolling through Weibo, seeing that her followers had risen to 5000 million, the corner of her mouth curled up.

Noticing that the topic of Zhu Yang and his new girlfriend was listed as a hot topic, the gossip clicked on it.

Zhu Yang has news again. It seems that a certain woman was photographed in a private meeting at night, and the photos are spread all over the sky. After all, he posted a bed photo with Song Ci not long ago. It is too fast to find a new love in a blink of an eye. Alright.

"You guys really know how to play."

"It's because you people are hogging resources, so many men can't find wives."

"Did it break up peacefully?"

Seeing these comments, Sang Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, thinking that Song Ci was almost done training, and she didn't know what the final result would be, but she was very confident in that person.

Sighing, he put down the phone, just at this time the doorbell rang, and got up to open the door, only to find that it was Nan Shi, his eyes were light.

"Miss Sang, this is the script of a spy war drama."

Sang Jiuqing didn't refuse, and closed the door after taking it. Nan Shi's nose was bleeding when he almost hit him, so he could only helplessly stare at the door of the confinement room, and didn't ring the doorbell again. After all, he just came to see if he was okay. .

The name of this play is "The Beacon of the Republic of China". It tells the story of a group of students who bravely sacrificed themselves in the War of Resistance. The plot is ups and downs, the story is compact and logical.

She was very optimistic about this script, even if it was just the second female lead, so what, she got it by selling her body, why not.

Sang Jiuqing put the script on the table, flipped through it carefully, and marked some places with a red pen. After An Hong finished the meal, she had already marked half of the script.

"You should let them see how serious you are now. The camera is shot once, so what if you don't put in some effort."

An Hong once flipped through Sang Jiuqing's script, and under each line was her opinion and understanding of the line. She was also shocked when she saw it for the first time. In private, he did enough homework.

But it was like this again and again, and it's not hard to wonder why every role she played was liked by everyone.

What you do with your heart will naturally be understood and liked by others.

"I quite like acting."

Sang Jiuqing took the bowl lightly. She originally stepped into this circle just to make herself capable enough to have the opportunity to get close to the Sang family and become the queen of the movie, but she knew from the first film that she I like this industry.

After eating, she didn't think about anything, and checked Weibo for a while before going to bed, but she closed her eyes and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, only feeling that her neck was still hurting badly.

She cursed twice, got up and opened the heavy curtains in the room, looked at the neon lights outside, and lightly lit a cigarette. After today's incident, she completely understood the relationship between herself and Boluo City. The gap, he wanted to kill her, but it only took a few minutes.

The corners of her mouth twitched mockingly, and her fingers were hanging aside with the smoke wrapped around her, making her seem a little ethereal.

And at the same night, Boluo City was also unable to sleep, thinking that he was so right to Sang Jiuqing today, he wished to chop off his hands, and rubbed his hair irritably.

Finally, he called Su Shuiyu and Zhuang Zizhou and asked them to go to Wense for a drink.

When he arrived, the two had already waited in the box for quite a while, and they looked at each other tacitly when they saw Bo Luocheng with a gloomy face.

"Who provoked you again, and invited someone to drink in the middle of the night."

Bo Luocheng flung himself on the sofa in agitation. Besides Sang Jiuqing, who else has always been capable of that woman, who can still live until now after messing with him.

"Who else is there besides the goblin? Seeing you like this, you are very angry."

Su Shuiyu was a little gloating. His little goblin was capable. In the past, this person always looked like a playboy, passing by all kinds of beauties without taking a cloud.

It's all right now, the retribution is coming, God can't see it, and sent a Sang Jiuqing to deal with him.

Zhuang Zizhou chuckled. Although he didn't have close contact with Sang Jiuqing, he could tell from the way the woman talked and behaved that she was not easy to tame.

Boluo City didn't want to talk to these two people at all, so the manager asked some beauties to come over.

In an environment like Wen Se's, how can the women in it be bad, with different looks, all charming and charming.

However, Bai Luocheng's brows were tightly frowned. Looking at these women now, I always feel that noses are not noses, and eyes are not eyes. If their faces are replaced by Sang Jiuqing, it seems to be so pleasing to the eye Son.

"What clothes are you all wearing? It's ugly. Go change it."

Zhuang Zizhou and Su Shuiyu paused while holding the wine glasses, and the corners of their mouths twitched, wondering if this person was here to find fault.

Bo Luocheng leaned lightly on the sofa, although he was a bit decadent, but his temperament was still dignified, one hand was lazily resting on the side, his thin lips were pursed, and his brows were also furrowed like a mountain peak.

"Go for the red one, I like red."

Of course the women knew the identity of the person in front of them. Before coming, the manager had already told him to try his best to please this person. If he was happy, he might not have to worry about it in the future.

So when they heard what the other party said, they all left the box to change clothes.

Su Shuiyu understood a little bit, he had seen little fairies wearing red dresses, she was as beautiful as mermaids in fairy tales, with a good figure and smoky smoke, this person probably thought that these women could be as shocking as little fairies.

Sure enough, after a while, those women came, all of them were in red skirts, but they always looked a little bit less tasteful. When they wore red skirts, their brilliance would be covered by the ostentatious red, and people only noticed the skirts , but Sang Jiuqing is different, she complements the red, but her own light illuminates the dress.

Sang Jiuqing is really special...

Thinking of this, Bo Luocheng trembled in his heart, almost curled up his fingertips pinching the cup, lowered his eyes, and slowly opened a bitter smile, that woman is really good at making him worry about gains and losses, Made him so lonely.

Su Shuiyu sighed, waved all the women out, and poured wine for others.

"I said Luocheng, don't you understand the character of the little goblin? It's a typical way of being soft and not hard. If you have a better attitude, she will be submissive. If you fight hard with her, she will be able to fight you." Desperate."

This is true.

Boluo City took a sip of wine, that's why things were troublesome this time, An Hong was alone by her side, could she sit still after seeing her being beaten, besides, An Hong blocked the acid for her, the woman subconsciously Li is afraid that he has already regarded the other party as a relative.

Li Yaqian's slap was not light, no wonder she was so angry.

But what he was angry with was not these things, but what Sang Jiuqing said later, what was just a joke, what was just for a deal, it turned out that she had always thought this way, and she didn't have any place in Boluo City in her heart, this is what he said. Where he gets angry.

She calmly took his heart away, but threw it on the ground in disgust, so dismissive.

Zhuang Zizhou also found it strange, isn't she just a woman, how did he make himself want to die? In their circle, interests are more important, and they gradually forget that there are people's hearts, let alone feelings , that is a luxury that money cannot buy.

After drinking a few cups, Bo Luocheng felt a little drunk, leaned lightly on the sofa, and rubbed his temples.