fatal attraction

"What do I want?"

Qiao Hanyin laughed. She had long hair since she was a child, and it was very straight.The color is quite nice in light.She was panting, her eyes were red.

This is the expression that Ying Zhao is most familiar with. Qiao Hanyin's tear glands are quite well developed, probably because of those big eyes, if something goes wrong, there will always be water mist, and then with tears in his eyes, he raises his chin and looks at you , Stubbornness is obvious, and there is still a little pride.

In the past, Ying Zhao couldn't resist, and would always try to coax her at the first time. Whatever Qiao Hanyin wanted, she would try her best to give it to him.

"I don't need you to accompany me forever!"

Qiao Hanyin roared, "Who wants you to accompany me!"

There are teardrops in her eyes, and her crying scenes are so good that sometimes Ying Zhao can't even tell whether she is really crying or fake crying.

Even though she has tried her best to protect her these years, she is still polished by this environment. Her acting skills are improving, and along with her ambition, she will go in a good direction if nothing else happens.

She stood up, pushed back the chair, and said, "That would be great, we will settle the matter, and from now on, no one owes anyone else."

Ying Zhao really didn't seem to have the slightest intention to go on.It's late autumn, and the weather is a bit cold. She didn't wear a coat when she came out. She wore a cotton and linen shirt, which looked a little thin, but she was in good shape, and she wore more clothes just to adapt to the season. The drape is easy to show, the legs seem to be quite long, and the pine-like beauty can be seen.

But as soon as she put her hand on the doorknob, she was pulled violently and hit the table with her waist. The unfinished coffee on the table spilled out, accompanied by the sound of cups and spoons colliding.

"You can't go!"

Qiao Hanyin shouted, she didn't know why she said such words, there was a feeling that Ying Zhao really walked out, probably she really left.

Ying Zhao is a straightforward person.

In any way.

Ying Zhao grabbed Qiao Hanyin's arm with her backhand, and she pushed him back to the chair. She pressed Qiao Hanyin's shoulder, "Calm down."

She grew up watching Qiao Hanyin, but it was because of this relationship that her disappointment was easily noticed at close range.

Even a little ashamed.

Her eyes changed.

Qiao Hanyin's breath was short of breath, her eyes wandered on Ying Zhao's face, and finally she called out to her sister.

Ying Zhao's expression didn't relax at all, as if he didn't hear it.

Finally, he patted Qiao Hanyin on the shoulder lightly, "Take it as the last time I invite you to drink coffee, and when we meet again in the future, don't shout this word."

"I can't stand it."

When she withdrew her hand, she gave Qiao Hanyin a small push, which was not heavy at all. Qiao Hanyin's back hit the back of the chair, as if she had been knocked off three souls, and finally looked at Ying Zhao. Opened the door and walked out, the door opened, closed, and turned into a silent film.

After Ying Zhao left, Kong Yitang sat on the bed, and she sat with her knees hugged. The hair dryer was put aside, and she didn't bother blowing it, so she just sat there.

There was entertainment news on the TV, and she could click on such interesting programs just by clicking on it casually.This circle is eccentric, with many talents, ghosts, and mediocrities, but in many cases, the mediocrity is glamorous, the ghosts are poor, and the talents are mediocre, and finally become the most humble existence in this circle.

Someone may come to wipe the dust, or it may be submerged in dust for a lifetime, and there will be nothing left until death.

What is Qiao Hanyin?

She has been stubborn for so many years, and most of the time she persuaded herself to give up.

After all, it's too slim. My sisters have lived with each other for so many years. What are you?

What are you.

I'm nothing... right?

I'm just a cripple.

The sound on the TV was quite loud. This hotel is very well soundproofed, so the room was extraordinarily quiet. She could feel that a few drops of water were falling from her hair because she lowered her head, and the sheets were wet.

She stared at the water mark in a daze.

When Ying Zhao came back, he saw Kong Yitang sitting on the bed with his knees hugged. His nightgown was white and the sheets were also white. He looked like a cat, only missing a tail to wrap him up.

Fortunately, I asked the front desk to get a room card.

It wasn't until Ying Zhao walked in front of Kong Yitang that the other party came to his senses, but he didn't come back to his senses completely, he raised his head in a daze, and after a few seconds, he let out a cry.

"Why is your hair still wet?"

Ying Zhao sat next to Kong Yitang, and she took him into her arms, "What are you thinking about, are you practicing? Let me brag to you, alas."

Kong Yitang gave Ying Zhao a push, and picked up the hair dryer by himself, obviously rejecting the other party's kindness.

Ying Zhao: "..."

The next moment she snatched the hair dryer, swept Kong Yitang's face with the blower, and held down Kong Yitang when the other party subconsciously closed his eyes, "Don't move."

She said with a smile.

Mr. Tang reluctantly opened his eyes, and finally put his forehead on the other's shoulder. Ying Zhao touched Kong Yitang's back, from bottom to top, and inserted it into the hair.

She had a feeling that she was smoothing her hair.

But Kong Yitang was not very honest. After his hair was blown almost dry, he threw himself on Ying Zhao and sniffed him like a dog.

With such a sudden pounce, the cord of the hair dryer was not long enough, and the noise suddenly disappeared, turning into a breath-wrenching silence.

"What did you do with Qiao Hanyin?"

Kong Yitang lay on Ying Zhao's chest and pulled down Ying Zhao's underwear.

Ying Zhao let her torment, "What did you smell?"

"I always feel like she has bad intentions."

Kong Yitang said sullenly, her straightening is the most expensive, but this time it is extremely soft, which gives people a kind of cuteness like a little bird.

Ying Zhao hugged Kong Yitang and turned over, "Yitang."

"Um?"

"You knew Hanyin before?"

Ying Zhao felt that the other party's hostility was a bit inexplicable, and he felt that there was nothing wrong with it before.

Her own shameful feeling is now completely over anyway, but it hasn't started yet, it can be regarded as the kind that is automatically weathered and clean.

Kong Yitang was hesitant to say that she had already unbuttoned Ying Zhao's clothes, and her cheek was pressed against his chest. She was quite satisfied with this warm intimacy, and she loosened her mouth a little: "She and I were in junior high school together. school."

"Huh? Really or not?"

Ying Zhao was a little surprised, her hand was still stroking Kong Yitang's back and forth, and stopped when she heard this sentence, Kong Yitang lifted her head and kissed Ying Zhao's chin with some dissatisfaction, and stretched out her hand to grab the hand that the other party put down. Back on his back.

"Really, different classes at the same level."

It was really unexpected.

Ying Zhao always thought that people like Kong Yitang, at first glance, were pampered and raised, even frowning had a different feeling. They probably enjoyed the best education, the best resources, and her In my impression, the dilapidated junior high school for children of migrant workers at her house was completely out of tune.

"That's really a coincidence."

Ying Zhao continued to follow the hair, Kong Yitang felt that Ying Zhao was not good at this point, it was too face-saving, and he would not ask the bottom line.

She snorted and muttered, "Who is destined for her!"

She only stayed in that junior high school for less than a year. She changed from a normal person to a cripple to adapt to the cripple. Before she had time to fully accept that she had become a disability, many things changed.

For example, she spent a lot of money to ask someone to drag her mother's body to the door of her father's company.

When it was published in the newspaper, in the era when the Internet department was underdeveloped, even if no one knew it, it had achieved its goal.

Now no one knows.

After all, back then she was a poor wretch with a bad father and a dead mother, but today she has become a wealthy young man with a background and money in the eyes of others.

"You like her very much?"

Kong Yitang asked suddenly.

"I don't like it anymore."

Ying Zhao replied quickly. She felt that Kong Yitang was a very interesting person. She felt that the other party had noticed something, but the other party was also probing in every possible way. At first glance, there was no ambiguity in this sentence, but she always felt that what she was asking was someone else. of.

But no matter from which aspect, she didn't like it anymore.

When I was young, I seldom heard "death", most of them were TV dramas, or I saw books rented from bookstores with Xiao Wenqi. At that time, I could read all the characters, and my understanding of love was very vague. dead.

After so many years, because of the initial attraction, she combined love with love, tried to influence, tried to get along with each other calmly, but she couldn't do it. She suffered too many setbacks with one person. Indifference, taunting, or expulsion don't compare.

After giving up, you won't become a dead person.

It's just that it's completely cooled down. If there is a chance, there may be a chance to warm up, thaw the veins, heat the blood, and have long-lasting love again.

A lifetime is so long, you can't live for one person.

"real?"

"real."

Kong Yitang actually wanted to ask if you like me.

Right now.

But I also think it’s weird for everyone to ask after so many years. A few years ago, she fell in love with a 19-year-old boy. Sincerity is false sincerity, asking such childish questions is boring even if it is fun.

Now she is childish too.

Extremely childish.

"sorry."

Ying Zhao said suddenly.

"?" Kong Yitang raised his head and glanced at Ying Zhao blankly.

"I have to apologize to my girlfriend," Ying Zhao reached out and poked Kong Yitang's cheek, "I just left, it's a little bad."

"It's my fault," she smiled, and kissed the corner of the other's lips, "but this is something I have to solve, I think..." Her laughter was low, and Kong Yitang felt that her heart was shaking Itches.

"I want to be firm with you."

You have said so, how can I not accept it?

In fact, I won't think you are bad if I don't say it.

She was a little sweet in her heart, but on the other hand she felt a little flustered, and in the end she could only bite Ying Zhao's chin, the meaning in her eyes was particularly obvious.

Ying Zhao groaned, scratched Kong Yitang's soft flesh, and finally got off the bed, clutching his chin and saying, "Ancestor, it's time for me to take a shower and go to bed."

"You can go after breakfast tomorrow."

Kong Yitang touched his canine teeth, and felt that he hadn't bitten it, but it was actually stuck.

Kind of want to rush in and do another wash.

Ying Zhao's film was filmed from the beginning of summer to the depths of winter, and it was still in a hurry. By the time it was finished, the south was already terribly frozen.

The time of the actors really flies, watching the scene on the set and seeing the staff walking back and forth, going back and forth to that scene, or preparing for the final green screen.

So being in love is quite extravagant, and the day of the finale happened to be Christmas. Being the last person to complete the finale meant that the work had really come to an end, and everyone was very happy. Ying Zhao also received a lot of gifts, but she didn’t Thinking that she still has fans, such a traffic drama as "Burning Heart" is just for people to remember her face, so where are her diehard fans, but when she took over the scarf knitted by the little girl, she Feel this joy from the heart.

Happier than when I was a kid.

I even took a photo with the little girl, she was a little carried away, so when the luxurious fireworks package that amazed the crew was displayed above her head, she didn't know why.

The crew also knew that this guy had a really good relationship with Mr. Quan Guantang, so when Kong Yitang, who was wearing a coat, came over, they tacitly shut up.

Ying Zhao is still holding the flower and chatting with her little fans.

The little fans were male and female, probably students, and Ying Zhao asked Jiang Doudou to buy them milk tea in the cold weather.

When Kong Yitang came, he saw the scene where Ying Zhao had a good conversation with a group of children.

Director Lin Jingjing actually organized an outdoor dinner party in a small courtyard, which almost froze people to death. Standing outside the door, Ying Zhao obviously had a good chat.

The ground was wet, and with the fireworks thumping above her head, Kong Yitang's walking stick did not serve as a reminder. It was only when she was behind Ying Zhao that Ying Zhao was conveyed by the eyes of her little fans.

Her family's not domineering president stood behind her wearing cat earmuffs and holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Is that Kong Yitang?"

"The one on Weibo? It's on crutches, it shouldn't be wrong!! Can you take a photo? It looks about the same age as us!"

……

"Congratulations, Mr. Ying, on the finale." Kong Yitang handed the flower to Ying Zhao, and smiled.

She changed her hair color again, a bit colder, dark blue, and a few highlights.

Ying Zhao took the flowers and found that Kong Yitang was still carrying a few gift boxes in his hand. Before asking, the other party handed the gift boxes to the little fans who were whispering.

"?"

The little fans were stunned.

Ying Zhao watched from the side.

"Is it for me... Mr. Tangtangtang?"

President Tang nodded coldly.

It's a pity that her cat-ear earmuffs today really can't give the usual aura, and it ruins the atmosphere a bit.

The little fan accepted it tremblingly, and finally said hello to Ying Zhao and left.

Also looked back.

"Boss Tang? I don't have one?"

Ying Zhao stretched out his hand.

Kong Yitang patted that hand, "No."

Damn, this damn feature-length blockbuster is finally done.