to dig boyfriend's grave

Lin Jia leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling without saying a word, watching Shen Jiming reach out and take his phone away from the corner of his eye.

"You called me today, whose cell phone did you use?" Lin Jia tilted her head and looked at him.

"My own." Shen Jiming focused on the phone without looking in his direction.

"What are you looking at?" Lin Jia leaned over curiously, put her chin on his shoulder, and found that Shen Jiming was scrolling through the comments on his Weibo, reaching out to take the phone, but Shen Jiming blocked it up. "Don't look, it's too bad, you can't beat them along the network cable."

"Who says I can't?" Shen Jiming sneered with the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Fuck me?" Lin Jia was a little surprised, "That's fine too."

"I lied to you." Shen Jiming said.

Lin Jia looked at him speechlessly, turned over with a tsk, and went to take a shower, not to mention that he almost got burnt out today, his head is still dizzy, and he has to get up early to film tomorrow.

Seeing Lin Jia going to take a shower, Shen Jiming turned his head and smiled at the list of children on the phone. He didn't have time to hit people along the network cable, but people always pay the price for what they say. , It's up to him, he squinted his eyes and looked at the few people who were obviously choking the most fiercely with rhythm under the comments, the neuropathy should be locked up in the hospital.

Early in the morning, Lin Jia was still buried under the covers to make an appointment with Zhou Gong when Ye Fan called him. After answering the call, he hurriedly cleaned up, went around the house, and found that Mr. Shen was playing with him again and disappeared.

He sighed, closed the door, and saw the missing person in the room as soon as he got off the elevator.

"Come here quickly!" Ye Fan yelled at him, his expression not looking very good.

Lin Jia looked at him inexplicably with a guilty conscience, then at Shen Jiming who was standing next to Ye Fan, and trotted over.

"Why did you get down?" Lin Jia sat in the back seat of the car, lowered her voice, and quietly looked at Shen Jiming with her head tilted.

"I'll come down to take out the trash." Shen Jiming also said under his breath.

"You can just snap your fingers." Lin Jia said as she glanced at Ye Fan who was driving from the corner of her eye, with a rather ugly expression on her face. "Then why did you meet Brother Ye again? Did Brother Ye not say anything to you?"

Ye Fan seemed to have doubted Shen Jiming's identity a long time ago. He had been looking for a suitable opportunity to confess to Ye Fan, but before this opportunity came, someone seemed to have lost his horse.

"He asked me what I do." Shen Jiming said.

"Ah?" Lin Jia was startled, turned to look at him, and did not suppress her voice. "Then what did you say?"

Shen Jiming looked at Ye Fan's bruised hand holding the steering wheel in front of him, still suppressing his voice. "I told him that my ancestors were ghost hunters."

"Is it...?" Lin Jia was taken aback.

"Yeah, I told you why you forgot." Shen Jiming didn't keep his voice down this time, with a natural look on his face.

Lin Jia suddenly came to her senses and looked at Ye Fan's ears that were turned backwards. "That's right! That's right! I didn't remember it all at once."

Ye Fan drove to the entrance of the crew, saw a group of people squatting on the side of the road carrying big machines, and stopped the car in a daze.

It's also because he's been as tired as a dog these two days, and his mind has turned into a daze, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to do such a stupid thing, and he would definitely get out of the car and leave as usual.

When he just came to his senses and wanted to start the car again, a row of chickens squatting on the side of the road saw his van as if seeing a mother chicken, and rushed forward with flapping wings.

"Why..." Lin Jia just wanted to ask Ye Fan why he stopped here, when he saw a bunch of idiots rushing towards him. "Fuck! What's this for? Begging for food."

"Which beggar do you see begging for food with such a big guy on its shoulders?" Ye Fan clicked his tongue and tried to drive out, but failed. He hammered the steering wheel in frustration, "Don't die, you idiot!"

Lin Jia looked at the blinding white light that kept flashing towards the car, and immediately understood that this group of reporters was blocking him. He glanced at the crowd outside, "What should I do?"

"I can't drive it, it's blocked." Ye Fan took out a cigarette from his pocket, "If you drive out and hit one of his little toes, he can make it up with you that you hit his family with your car and added His aunt's family."

The reporters outside saw that Lin Jia had been shrunk inside the car and couldn't get out, so they boldly started to shoot the windows.

"Lin Jia Lin Jia! Is it true that you were adopted?"

"Lin Jia, is it true that you slept all the way up on the Internet?"

"Does not speaking mean acquiescence?"

"I heard that you rely on a double for all your acting?"

"Please get out of the car and explain."

"Are you acquiescing to these unspoken rules?"

"Your grandma's legs." Lin Jia gritted her teeth and looked at the faces of people pasted by the car window.

"I called Brother Liu, and he immediately brought someone out." Ye Fan took a puff of cigarette, turned to look at him, "These little reporters want to make big news, so naturally they don't keep their mouths shut. , don't take it to heart."

Lin Jia nodded, his expression was still not very good-looking, just as he was about to touch a cigarette from his pocket, a burst of coldness came from his hand, which relieved the sultriness in his heart, Lin Jia looked at the man who was holding his hand. Shen Jiming smiled, "I'm fine."

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan rolled his eyes and turned around, "Get out of the car later and don't bother me."

When Brother Liu rushed over with seven or eight people, the reporters were visibly panicked.

Brother Liu is a member of Huang Shanhai's subordinates. He has a shaved head and wears a vest all the time. Although he is kind, he can't stand Voldemort who looks like he has eaten too many eggs.

The brothers under him also have their own strengths, and they look scary all over their bodies, not to mention rushing over aggressively with something in their hands.

A few timid reporters quickly retreated to the periphery, but more still surrounded the car door.

Brother Liu squeezed in with his people, forcefully pushed aside the people who were locked outside the car door, and guarded outside the car door to support Lin Jia to get out of the car.

When the reporters saw that their big news owners got out of the car, they didn't care about Voldemort's intimidation anymore. They all crowded around like a dog seeing shit, and people kept trying to squeeze in.

Lin Jia was held in Shen Jiming's arms to protect Lin Jia, and was also squeezed enough, so he heard Brother Liu and the others kept yelling to tell the reporters to stay away.

"Lin Jia! Lin Jia, please explain!"

"Why did you use unspoken rules to make your debut!"

"How many men have you slept with!"

Lin Jia was already irritated and wanted to kill someone when he was squeezed. Looking at the countless black tubes facing him, the white light shining in his eyes, and the group of chattering reporters with curious distorted faces, he really Want to send a nuclear bomb to blow the group of shit next to him into scum.

"Don't squeeze! Back up! Back up!" Brother Liu yelled at the reporters who kept trying to squeeze in. Damn it, I knew he would bring a few more people.

"Lin Jia."

Lin Jia was walking forward with his head down, when he heard someone calling him, he raised his head reflexively, and in the crowded room, he saw a man smiling slyly at him, with viciousness in his eyes.

As soon as he realized something was wrong, a heavy and hard object hit him on the head. His footsteps wobbled when he was hit, but somehow he stabilized. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Shen Jiming's arm beside him and continued to walk forward.

Shen Jiming squinted his eyes and looked back at the man who stopped at the same place and didn't follow him, the blood in his pupils spread out a little.

A wisp of black air slipped out from his fingertips, and quietly penetrated into the back of the man's head.

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