The marketing account says you like me

Dong Xiaowei and I wanted to find An Qi and questioned her why she was ungrateful back then, but she appeared in front of us by herself.

It's like, we were going to clear layers of dungeons, defeat countless small bosses, fill up skills and bring enough blood medicine, and finally go to fight the big boss, suddenly came to Novice Village, and said friendly and kindly: You don't have to come, You have lost.

After all, you are qualified to build an account in Xinshou Village, all thanks to her charity.

She said to the people at the round table like this, "I don't have anything else to do today, so I will show you the newcomer in my family and take care of him on weekdays. This kid is not suitable for the entertainment industry. What offends me? For Qi's sake, don't be common sense." She drank the champagne in the glass.

Other bosses said that they must show face that they haven't seen Mrs. An come out to bring newcomers in person for so many years.

Zhou Qiuxun's father said with a smile, "It's the first time that An Qi asked me to ask for someone, and I thought it was a novelty, so I laughed."

The person who signed me was not Xie Kui, but An Qi. It was not Zhou Qiusun who gave me a bite to eat when I was on the verge of bankruptcy, but An Qi. She was my nanny Sister An 18 years ago, and Ms. An from Taizhu eight years ago. She is the proprietress of Dingsheng, my immediate boss, Mrs. An.

The relationship between people is so incredible.

I stood up and toasted the leaders one by one. Fortunately, it was beer, glass after glass, and finally I had a legitimate reason to go to the bathroom.

The man in the mirror spent a whole day getting his hair done. His hair was soft and slightly curly. Under the light, it glowed a warm milk tea color, which made his skin very white. It might be because of the lighting problem. He was as white as a corpse.

I wanted to smile, but the man in the mirror didn't move his mouth.

"You don't look like your father." An Qi leaned against the door and looked at me in the mirror, "You don't have the same personality either." She walked over with a sweet smell of wine.

"A lot of people say we are very similar." I wiped my hands and looked at her indifferently, avoiding the reddish fingers she stretched out.

Every expression of An Qi seems to have been carefully designed, exuding a sense of artificiality.

So disgusting.

She didn't care about smiling, and put on a posture of reminiscing about the past. "According to what I know about your father, if he now knows that I am supporting his broken theater, he should overturn the table and drop the wine bottle and leave. Little Ermao, you are much cuter than his stinky stone. "

"What do you mean?"

She raised her eyebrows and said in surprise, "Otherwise, do you think that a golden agent in the prime of life went crazy to watch a third-rate drama? Then he happened to find you, a dusty pearl, who stalked you and wanted to sign a contract with you and give you money so that you To support the group of old, weak, sick and disabled?"

"Good boy, so you still believe in fairy tales?" She looked at me pityingly.

My expression at the moment pleased An Qi, she supported my slightly trembling body, and said with a smile, "Do you know how hard it is to persuade Zhou Qiuxuan? I invested [-] million before he agreed to add your role and help you."

"..."

My mind buzzed for a moment, as if someone had slapped me hard.

"I don't know how your father told you what happened back then, but I had a lot to do at that time. Now that I'm back, money, recognition, honor... whatever your father didn't get, I will let you get it." Ann Qi leaned on me and pressed me onto the sink, "In this case, will you forgive me?"

She said with tears in her eyes, "There are too many people who hurt me and hate me in this world, I don't care, but you are the only one, Ruoruo, I don't want you to hate me..."

This woman has spent all her acting skills on men, I thought.

My father said that she is an exquisite egoist, such a person cannot expect her to turn back, and even if she turns back, it will be for other purposes, not because of guilt.So even though her tears were very moving, I knew she was acting.

"Why? Are you guilty of being late for eight years?" I wiped away her worthless tears and looked at her with a sneer.

"It would be unwise for you to sign me for this."

Everyone thought I let go of those hurts, only I knew I didn't, I couldn't smile and reconcile with the past, waved my hand generously and said I forgive you.Crumpled paper cannot be flattened, broken porcelain cannot be restored, knotted ropes will always have traces, damage is damage, and will not change over time.

"I will always hate you, hate you, and disgust you."

She looked at me for a long time, the tears had dried, as if that thing had never existed, "I was wrong, you are indeed like your father, you are the same person. You are full of hard bones and scales, and you are very picky about everyone. It's almost mean, as long as you make a mistake with you, you will be sentenced to death."

She suddenly laughed happily.

"Then hate it, your father also said he hated me back then."

"Anyway, for people like you, there is no difference between love and hate."

An Qi smiled so complacently, cryptically and ambiguously.

I felt the wet and sticky smell of sweat rushing towards my face, as if I had returned to that scorching summer day, I heard the sound of the vase breaking upstairs, ran up, and saw my father, I am upright, a virtuous father They were arguing with a woman, they wanted to kill each other, but because they were embedded in each other's body, they had to choose to die together, lingering in extreme hatred, moaning, An Qi's ambiguous eyes pierced through the crack of the door and fell on me body, just like now. The 15-year-old Si Jingruo opened his eyes during his restless and rotten adolescence, and the dirty memories poured into his mouth and nose like sea water to fill his body, brain and reason.

I stumbled and fled.

There is only the whistling wind in front of my eyes and ears. I can't tell whether it was eight years ago or eight years later. I only know that I want to leave here!

Until I hit someone's chest.

"Si Jingruo?"

I raised my head hastily, and saw a face with eyes embracing Xingshuang, "Zhou...Zhou Qiu..."

"What are you doing here?" He pinched my shoulder and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

I tugged on his sleeve and begged, "Take me away, please, bro."

He didn't answer, just pulled me into his arms, and looked past me to the person behind me.

"Qiu Falcon, you're here too. Xiao Si seems to be unwell after drinking too much. Can you help me take him home?"

Her tone was gentle and decent, and I threw up when I heard it.

He vomited so badly that Zhou Qiuxun's clothes, pants and shoes were not spared, I'm going to be scolded, I thought.But Zhou Qiuying didn't. He supported me, patted me on the back gently, and brought me out of that suffocating place without saying anything.

"It's okay, I'm here."

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