I got scammed by a famous actor

Last night, Wen Xue recalled Gao Shuai's "bedtime story" over and over again, constantly weaving and perfecting the story of the loneliness and fear experienced by the little boy.

Wen Xue's cognition of home is even more blurred, and she doesn't understand the meaning of home even more.She has always believed that a complete family can bring all the happiness, but the little boy's parents are alive and rich, but instead of not having enough joy, he lives in fear and despair.Of course, she couldn't imagine what it was that frightened the little boy?
"What is it?"

Wen Xue shouted these words and woke up from the dream, and was frightened half to death by the handsome Gao lying beside her bed.

"Ah? I will be scared to death by you sooner or later." Wen Xue said with a frown.

Gao Shuai sat back on his bed and said, "I didn't do it on purpose, it was the driver who kept shouting what it was, so I came here to take a look."

Wen Xue looked at Gao Shuai, who was writing on the small table lying on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Wen Xue asked.

"Write a review." Gao Shuai replied while writing.

"What?" Wen Xue suspected that there was something wrong with her ears.

Gao Shuai stopped writing, looked at Wen Xue, and said word by word: "Review."

Wen Xue got out of bed, put on her slippers and stood by Gao Shuai's bed, looked at what Gao Shuai was writing earnestly, and read softly: "The self-criticism... Today, with a hundred thousand ounces of guilt and a thousand ounces of sincerity, I would like to express my gratitude to all the angels in white clothes. Sincere apologies..."

"You are really writing a self-criticism, why is this word so crooked..." Wen Xue looked at Gao Shuai's injured right hand and then at his left hand holding the pen, and asked, "You didn't write with your left hand, did you? No wonder you wrote it so abstract."

Gao Shuai scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "No way, I didn't practice my left hand very much when I was young."

It's rare to see such a cute and handsome man, Wen Xue couldn't help laughing, and proposed again: "Your hands are not convenient, you can record first and then use software to convert it into text, isn't it faster."

Gao Shuai immediately shook his head and refused: "No, no, only handwritten ones are sincere enough."

Wen Xue kindly reminded: "Aren't you afraid of people's jokes with your abstract fonts? If this is posted on the Internet, you will become the laughing stock of the ages."

Gao Shuai smiled nonchalantly, and said confidently, "I'm not afraid. If I really want to post it on the Internet, I might get a lot of compliments. After all, few people can write such beautiful characters with their left hand."

Wen Xue showed an awkward yet polite smile, and muttered, "Blind self-confidence."

Wen Xue is really too lazy to care about this proud peacock, but her warm heart does not allow her to do so.She patiently sat beside Gao Shuai's bed, and said: "I didn't want to bother you, but I really can't bear it. I will give you one last suggestion. If you still refuse, it can only show that I am self-indulgent. Then I'll just shut up and go back to my own place."

Gao Shuai hurriedly made a gesture of invitation, and said respectfully: "Master Driver, please enlighten me."

Wen Xue glanced at Gao Shuai, and said, "Is it sincere enough for you to dictate and I will write it for you?"

"Uh……"

Wen Xue sighed heavily, waved her hands, and said, "Forget it, forget it, I'm really self-indulgent, please do it yourself."

Gao Shuai hurriedly took Wen Xue's arm and said, "Don't, don't, sir, I definitely didn't mean that."

"Oh, forget it." Wen Xue tried hard to break free from Gao Shuai.

While tugging, Gao Shuai suddenly yelled: "Oh, it hurts so much."

Wen Xue quickly supported Gao Shuai's injured right hand, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter? Did you touch the wound?"

Gao Shuai replied pitifully on purpose: "Yes, it hurts."

Wen Xue stared at Gao Shuai for a long time, then said angrily, "It hurts, I will open the book for you to see if the wound is broken."

Gao Shuai hurriedly stopped Wen Xue who was about to remove the gauze, begging pitifully: "I made a mistake, Mr. Driver, I don't hurt, really."

Wen Xue then stopped, but asked again: "Does it hurt? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah." Gao Shuai repeatedly agreed.

"Master Driver, I know that you are kind enough to help me, but I also know the seriousness of the mistakes I made. I can't turn back the clock. I can only insist on writing my own self-criticism to cleanse my heart and express my sincere apology."

Gao Shuai's earnest and sincere expression really touched Wen Xue, but Wen Xue still couldn't help answering in a teasing tone: "You have a good literary talent, and I don't care about you, you just forget about it if you're exhausted. "

Gao Shuai hurriedly pretended to be modest and asked for advice, and said, "Don't go, Mr. Driver. My literary talents are not bad, but I still need Mr. Driver to check for me. If I use the wrong word or write the wrong word, I will really make me laugh. gone."

Although Wen Xue looked disdainful, she still sat next to Gao Shuai's bed again.

On the stone bench at the entrance of the hospital, Gao Ming gnawed on a burrito and looked around.He was getting more and more confused. Although this handsome guy was a well-known actor, he wouldn't be followed by several groups of people.Ever since Nalan asked him to investigate Gao Shuai's being followed, he has already found that three groups of people followed Gao Shuai.

Su Yuntian didn't go to the company again today, it was already the second day he didn't go to the company, Su Guohui at the company was furious, and Gao Jin at home was anxious.

In the Su family's performance hall, Su Yuntian was debugging and communicating with the lighting designer and sound engineer.

In the past two days, Su Yuntian has devoted himself to the stage design of the performance hall, and it seems that he is not doing his job properly.

"Yuntian?"

"mom?"

Su Yuntian handed the blueprints to the people around him, ran to Gao Jin, and asked: "Mom, you came at the right time, I just wanted to invite you to come over to see the stage effect, how about the stage decoration first? Do you need any improvements?"

Gao Jin is not in the mood to appreciate the stage right now. She frowned, took Su Yuntian's hand and said, "Son, didn't Mommy tell you that nothing is more important than Tianhui. If you don't put your energy into In Tianhui, how can you study stage design all day long?"

Su Yuntian's smile froze, and it took him a while to react, but there was only guilt towards his mother: "Mom, I'm sorry for making you worry. But don't worry, I didn't delay anything about the company, I'll go back right away. "

Seeing Su Yuntian's aggrieved and lonely figure, Gao Jin also felt uncomfortable. She didn't want to get along with her son, but she had to do so for Su Yuntian's future happiness.

Gao Jin knows very well: her marriage in name only cannot bring Su Yuntian substantial help, and the seemingly calm Tianhui is actually already undercurrents, and all forces are planning to stabilize her position. Su Yuntian, as an airborne The general manager must not only redouble his efforts, but also devote himself to it.

The performance hall was suddenly dark, and a moment later a bright light flashed, and a purple tulip patchworked with light appeared in the center of the stage.As the flowers turned slightly, the braids slowly bloomed, extremely beautiful, Gao Jin's eyes were already moist.