Jing Shao's little ancestor became popular

Before returning to China, Song Nanyan was very confident in herself. She could continue to act and do what she liked. Even if it was no longer as prosperous as before, as long as she had enough money to spend, she would work harder to start a small business like she did in the United States. Florists, that's fine.

She can step up to such a high position step by step, and can adapt to the gap from the peak to the bottom step by step, and then live a better life with her own efforts.

But unexpectedly, she was banned, and no one dared to use her tricks even if she had no scenes to shoot.

The dirty and disgusting words of the director are still vivid in my memory,
"Yo, the high-ranking actress? If you still want to act, you can only go another way."

Then the salty pig's hand pressed it up, and she tried her best to break free and run out, only to not be succeeded by the disgusting director.

Expressionlessly, he wiped the area where the disgusting and greasy director had pressed with the last bit of mineral water, and Song Nanyan just threw away the garbage in his hand. Before he could take half a step, a call came from his mobile phone, and he glanced at the incoming call It shows that there is no remark, but she remembers the string of numbers in her heart.

Hang up without hesitation, the phone rang again, and hung up again.

It wasn't until the other party persistently called the eighth call that Song Nanyan turned off the phone angrily.

She doesn't want to see Jiang Yan now, she's really been annoyed enough by him these days, and she keeps following her around, she doesn't want to talk to him or let him know that she lives in a bad house, let alone let him know The so-called acting by the crew was just deceiving him, no one asked her to act at all.

But now she doesn't even have the intention to lie to Jiang Yan, she just wants to escape.

After the phone was turned off, it was much quieter. Song Nanyan looked up at the blue sky above his head. Isn't it time to be depressed now?

She has to find a job as soon as possible, she is still ten years old, she can't be sad and depressed at this time.

Even if she can't act, but she has hands and feet, can't she find another job?

After making up his mind, Song Nanyan cheered up again, picked up the rubber band in his hand to tie up his loose hair, put on his peaked cap, and walked into the crowd with his head held high.

at the same time.

A silver-white Mulsanne Bentley passed through the traffic lights. The man inside was dressed in a military uniform, with sinister eyes, but firm eyes, handsome features, and the noble and domineering aura inherent in superiors.

Bai Zhi in military uniform is a fearsome, mighty and handsome soldier. He glanced out the window lightly, and saw a petite figure with his handsome brow slightly frowned. He ordered the driver in front,

"parking."

Although the driver was puzzled, he followed the order and parked the car aside.

Across the crowd, Bai Zhiwei squinted his eyes and watched Song Nanyan walk into a store with a beautiful face, then came out, and then walked into another store. When people around pointed at her, she shook her head.

Bai Zhi picked up the phone and dialed the number, "Where are you now?"

"Pick up your girlfriend from get off work, what's the matter?"

"Tsk, are you so cold to me? I'm going back to America, so it's fine if you don't come to see me off, and you're still so cold to me?"

Bai Zhi said to the man on the phone.

Jiang Yan's lazy tone came in, as if he was trying to stop his anger on purpose, "I'm not being indifferent to you, it's just that I want to pick up my girlfriend from get off work."

"Really? Then the Song Nanyan I see now is a hallucination?"

The man on the opposite side was silent for a few seconds, and his voice became serious, "Where are you now?"

The cool evening breeze blew away the irritability of the day. Song Nanyan stood at the door of a clothing store, hesitating whether to go in. There was a sign on the store asking for shopping guides.

From a popular star to a person who sells clothes in front of the shelf, can she accept such a gap?

But if she doesn't find a job now, how will she raise Shi 57?

As long as you have money, as long as you earn it legally, there is nothing wrong with it.

But those legs still couldn't move forward as if they were filled with lead. While hesitating, someone cast a suspicious look. Song Nanyan immediately lowered the peaked cap. Just now, some people doubted whether she was Song Nanyan, and now they can't even Make people recognizable.

When the third person looked over suspiciously, Song Nanyan quickly turned around and hid in a sparsely populated place in embarrassment.

A heart is still beating wildly, it is really difficult to do ordinary things with this face.

After waiting for those people to go far away, Song Nanyan came out from the corner, his mind was full of money, and he didn't know what to do. He had just walked a few steps, and suddenly there were footsteps behind him, Song Nanyan immediately became vigilant When I got up, the peaked cap was almost pressed down and I couldn't see the road ahead. The footsteps behind me were getting closer and closer. When Song Nanyan raised his foot and was about to run, the people behind followed and pulled her into his arms. .

The man's familiar smell of tobacco instantly calmed her down. The peaked cap fell to the ground. Song Nanyan's pretty face was full of surprise and nervousness. When she saw Jiang Yan's face, she was stunned for several seconds, and then quickly shook it off. open,

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Yan didn't speak, his handsome face was very gloomy, and he approached her step by step. Song Nanyan backed away until her whole back was pressed against the wall, and she couldn't retreat. She swallowed nervously, and looked at him in embarrassment. .

Did he know something?

"Song Nanyan, you hate me so much, you hate me so much that you won't even tell me where you work?"

Song Nanyan was taken aback, and then heard Jiang Yan say, "If you don't like me appearing at your work place, then you can tell me, I won't bother you, I just want to accompany you silently."

After finishing speaking, he bent down, picked up the black peaked cap that had just fallen on the ground, wiped off the dust on it, and then put it on her gently and carefully,
"How can I make you not hate me, huh?"

During the brief moment of daze, Song Nanyan realized what he meant. Jiang Yan didn't find out about her being banned, but thought she was deceiving him and didn't work in that crew at all.

After clarifying the situation, Song Nanyan knocked off his hand, his expression returned to indifference, "I don't hate you, I just don't want to see you."

After turning around and leaving, Jiang Yan stretched out his hand to hold her, with a forbearing and deep expression, "Don't hate me, don't hate me, and don't love me? Huh?"

Facing Jiang Yan's questioning, Song Nanyan stood there without moving. How would she answer him?
What kind of love is there when a person can't even maintain his life?

Thinking of all the entanglements in the past, a deep sense of powerlessness spread from her heart. Song Nanyan turned to look at him. When she used to look at him, she either loved or hated him, she was immersed in it, unable to extricate herself, painful and willing, but now she was only tired.

Song Nanyan tried his best to speak in a calm tone,
"Jiang Yan, it's enough for us to love each other, there's no need to continue, isn't it good to live each other's lives?"

Jiang Yan looked at her, the love and affection in his eyes were surging wildly, and finally he put his hands on the wall behind her suddenly, his calm face suppressed the restraint that was about to come,

"How is it? How can it be? I can't love anyone but you, look at me!"

Almost screaming out such a sentence, Jiang Yan stretched out his tattooed arm in front of her, rolled up his sleeve, and on it was her tattoo, dotted with her favorite flowers.

"Do you know what I'm thinking when every needle is inserted? I can't separate you from my vitality. I tried, but the more I resist this love, the more violent it becomes. I can't help it. Yes It's my fault that I brought you those sufferings, those tortures, I beg you to give me another chance?"

The tall man in front of him, who never let go of anything in his eyes, just lowered his head and pressed against her cheek, gently rubbing against her cheek, like a little animal seeking to be petted,
"I only have you, Nanyan, I only want you."

As if her heart was being torn apart, Song Nanyan only felt that it was difficult to breathe, her hands wanted to lift up and touch him, and finally sank down tiredly.

"Jiang Yan, reunite the broken mirror, no matter how round it is, there is no way it will be as good as before, do you understand?"

Song Nanyan's voice was full of exhaustion, "I went crazy because of you because you were sick. In order to cure myself, I went for electric shocks. I couldn't bear it several times and wanted to commit suicide. Do you know how I got here?"

"I made it through with great difficulty. I lived my life again and I don't want to repeat the same mistakes." Song Nanyan looked up at him, "I really really don't hate you at all, I even want to understand that what happened to me was caused by you not knowing It happened in a situation of love, and it has nothing to do with you. Even I tell you this not to make you feel bad or anything. I just want you to understand that it is not easy for me to get over it, so please let me go. Let yourself go, okay?"

There was no hysteria, no heart-wrenching pain, she just talked to him so calmly, without love or hatred, just wanted to live a life that had nothing to do with him.

It is enough to experience an unforgettable love in a short life. No one stipulates that there must be a lover to be successful. Now her life has just restarted. She wants to live a good life with ten 57, and live only with herself about life.

After saying all this, Song Nanyan gently passed Jiang Yan and walked towards the direction behind him.

Sometimes, in the end of love, there is really nothing left but exhaustion. She has only had him for more than ten years of her life, and now she can turn the page.

It should be a kind of relief, but there is a feeling of emptiness in her heart. Just as she took a deep breath and was about to walk away, the man's hand grabbed her wrist again. In the cool night wind, Jiang Yan said,
"Even if it's a complete breakup, can I send you away this time?"

In the past, you were the one who looked at my back and watched me leave. Can you let me see you off this time?
The man's dark eyes were almost pleading, Song Nanyan looked at him, and replied slowly and sadly, "Okay."

The red Maserati was on the road, and Song Nanyan reported an address. Neither of them spoke, and the night became more and more peaceful.

Song Nanyan looked out the window, so tired that he just wanted to lie down in his small broken room and sleep.