The white moonlight gl

Six years later.

S city film and television base.hot summer.

At noon, the air was so dry that it seemed to be on fire. Xiaohe was sweating profusely, carrying a food box, and walked quickly in the film and television base. When the behind-the-scenes staff of the film crew saw her on the road, they would call out Miss Xiaohe sweetly and enthusiastically.

Xiao He finally stopped in front of a break room temporarily built by the crew.

She bent her index finger and knocked on the door rhythmically, until a cold female voice came from inside: "Come in."

She just opened the door and went in.

The air conditioner was turned on in the lounge, and it was cool and comfortable. Xiaohe sighed contentedly, then went to the coffee table to put down the food box, and said softly, "Sister Tongtong, this is specially sent by Brother Liang. , there are sweet and sour fish, sweet soup, sweet and sour pork ribs, bird's nest, rice, very delicious."

The lounge is not big, but it is well-decorated. Xiao He stared at the woman in court costume who was half lying on the dark blue fabric sofa with her eyes closed and resting her mind. Sister, brother Liang said, if you don't eat anymore, he will personally come and urge you to eat."

Mo Rantong: "..."

Opening his eyelids, Mo Rantong looked lazily at Xiaohe standing beside him, and Mumu's voice could not tell whether it was joy or anger: "You betrayed?"

Xiaohe shrank her head, she was a little afraid of Sister Tongtong now, but, thinking of Brother Liang's instructions, Xiaohe took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and said rather stiffly: "Yes! Sister Tongtong, let's eat quickly! I want more Take a video and send it to Brother Liang!"

When Mo Rantong heard this, she narrowed her eyes dangerously. She looked at Xiaohe, her gaze gradually changed from indifferent to cold, sticky, and malicious.

"Xiao He, have you forgotten who paid you your salary, huh?"

The red lips are slightly raised, indescribably horrifying and decadent, Xiaohe feels that at this time, her sister Tongtong is a vicious villain in terms of appearance and temperament, and she is the one that everyone fears and even the protagonist will shy away from. kind.

So he said weakly, "It's Sister Tongtong's salary", and Xiaohe sighed again: "Sister Tongtong, your acting skills are really getting better and better."

Mo Rantong: "..."

It's okay, what is she competing with a little girl.

Getting up weakly and boneless, Mo Rantong went to the bathroom to wash his hands first, and then sat back on the sofa and ate lunch.

And Xiao He really did as she said.

She turned on the camera on her mobile phone, stood aside and took a picture of Mo Rantong eating, and sent it to Liang Subo. It was not until the other party replied and praised her for a good job that she breathed a sigh of relief and began to read Weixin's Weibo in WeChat. read the message.

"Ah, Sister Tongtong, you have a scene in the afternoon where you washed and wiped the feet of the female No. [-], but you were kicked in the face by the other party. What should you do? Your substitute is not here. Do you want to tell the director about this scene?" Do you want to stop filming the movie?"

"……Need not."

She is currently filming a court drama with a great heroine. The main story is that the heroine slowly climbed up from a small court lady, and finally became a matter of the queen mother listening to politics behind the curtain. She is playing the role of the heroine, and Female No. [-] is a favored imperial concubine. In this scene, the little maid is called to humiliate by the jealous imperial concubine just after being favored by the emperor. It is not difficult, but it is the key point of the heroine's psychological transformation.

"Just pretending, I won't really have any contact with her."

After a few mouthfuls of rice, he didn't want to eat any more. Mo Rantong looked at the sweet and sour fish that hadn't touched a few chopsticks, lost his mind for a moment, and then continued to eat hard.

Bitter, really bitter.

Obviously the food is sweet, but Mo Rantong feels that it is too bitter.

Losing that person meant losing the whole world to her. She didn't want to live alone, but no, she had to live.

Liang Subo said that when the man was alive, he was in pain almost all the time, and the pain was unbearable to ordinary people, but the man endured it for many years without thinking of committing suicide or seeking death.

She couldn't embarrass that man.

She wants to taste the suffering of that person, even if she can't empathize with her, even if the pain, pain and despair she feels now is less than one-tenth or one-hundredth of what that person is suffering.

Xiaohe: "..."

"Oh yes."

Hearing Mo Rantong's words, Xiaohe thought for a while, then nodded seriously.

One must know that the identity and status of her sister Tongtong is not what it used to be. Although she is not too clear why, her sister Tongtong's development in the entertainment industry and the business world can be said to be a green light all the way, and it goes smoothly.

No one can force her to do what she doesn't want to do.

Someone was jealous of Sister Tongtong before, and put some false speculations about Sister Heitongtong on the Internet, but it didn't take long for those black materials to be harmonized, and the jealous person was also named and banned by the above, and soon quit the circle up.

It was only later that Xiaohe found out that it was not the first time that person had targeted Sister Tongtong at all.

The photo of Sister Tongtong and Miss Feng kissing in the car before.

That person put it on the Internet.

Xiaohe once heard someone say that the reason why the higher ups value Sister Tongtong so much is because Ms. Feng did a great thing six years ago?

Xiaohe didn't know if this adjective was correct, but in short, Miss Feng was very powerful, and it was because of Miss Feng that he doted on Sister Tongtong so much.

Xiaohe didn't dare to ask or confirm the specific inside story, because both Sister Tongtong and Brother Liang cared about Miss Feng very much.

She didn't want to take the initiative to poke their wounds.

Hey.

Thinking of Miss Feng, Xiao He would sigh.

Six years ago, the news of Miss Feng's death really shocked and shocked a large group of people. Until now, Xiaohe still remembers the ups and downs on the Internet at that time.

If it wasn't for the fact that the official finally came forward to confirm the news and said that Miss Feng's death had nothing to do with public opinion, then the result might be bloodshed.

Because at that time, many netizens were saying that the reason why Ms. Feng died suddenly was because of the words that scolded and slandered her on the Internet.

She was already in poor health, and she might die at any time, but after seeing the things that made her feel particularly bad, she became emotionally unstable and couldn't make it through.

Therefore, those who once sarcastically scolded Miss Feng were attacked by the whole network.

It was a war of cursing and venting in which everyone had lost their reason and self-control, and even she herself got involved in it at the time.

And those who were besieged by the whole network, most of them are okay, even though they blame themselves and have no other thoughts, but some very few people have the intention of repentance and are psychologically weak, and at the same time think that Miss Feng's People whose death is really related to them have the idea of ​​self-harm or even suicide to atone for their sins.

That bloodbath sounded the alarm for many people who often linger on the Internet. Xiaohe feels that the reason why the Internet is so peaceful now is probably because of that storm that no one is willing to recall.

Blinking his eyes, his thoughts turned, Xiaohe saw that Mo Rantong was clearly in pain, but he still forced food into his mouth, and exclaimed, "Sister Tongtong!"

Quickly stepped forward and snatched Mo Rantong's chopsticks, Xiaohe was angry and anxious: "Don't do this, otherwise, I will tell Brother Liang and Sister Ran."

Mo Rantong: "..."

Taking a sidelong glance at Xiaohe, Mo Rantong's expression was light, and he half-lyed on the sofa again, squinting his eyes: "Whatever you want, don't forget to call me at two o'clock."

"Uh-huh."

Xiaohe answered very straightforwardly, as long as sister Tongtong doesn't torture herself, what is this little thing, she can do a hundred things a day!

...

"Your Majesty, please raise your feet."

When she regained her consciousness, she heard a familiar yet unfamiliar female voice. Feng Qingshui slowly opened her heavy eyelids, and saw a person she thought she would never see again kneeling in front of her, and the other person The clothes you wear are ancient costumes?

what's the situation?

Frowning slightly, Feng Qingshui looked around, and was slightly taken aback when she saw the bedposts, screen, incense burner, bluestone floor, and a few people who looked like maidservants, and then she noticed that she was about to hit her. The camera on the face and the camera behind the camera are obviously modern men.

Feng Qingshui: "..."

With a little understanding in her heart, Feng Qingshui raised her hands under the increasingly displeased faces of Mo Rantong and the surrounding people. These hands were delicate and long, but they were not hers. She looked at her clothes again, It is also a costume.

But at first glance, it is more gorgeous and delicate than Mo Rantong who is kneeling.

So, she endured discomfort and worked so hard to leave so much money for her, but in the end, Mo Rantong took tens of billions and turned into this ghostly look?

Still kneeling?Why doesn't she go to heaven?

In the next scene, everyone present, including the director who just wanted to get angry, were stunned. I saw the female No. [-] who had been looking left and right and didn't get into the scene, and she didn't know what she was thinking. He touched Mo Rantong's shoulder, and exerted force. Accompanied by the exclamation of everyone and Mo Rantong's light groan, Mo Rantong, who had never been dared to provoke Mo Rantong, fell to the side in embarrassment, and knocked down by the way. After getting out of the water basin, the clothes were quickly soaked.

director:"……"

other people:"……"

There was silence, and some people had their mouths open, completely aphasic.

However, Feng Qingshui, who knocked people down, was still very angry. As long as she thought that Mo Rantong had been so useless for a long time, she wanted to explode.

"waste!"

Glaring at Mo Rantong with hatred, Feng Qingshui stood up from the bed and walked straight out of the palace.

If anyone dared to stop her or call her on the way, she would stab him with a knife in the eye.

The warning from the superior made the group of people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts, so soon, Feng Qingshui stood under the sun, gasping for breath.

In the palace, everyone who recovered from the shock hurriedly paid attention to Mo Rantong.

"Mo Yinghou, are you alright?", "Is there any injury, do you want to go to the hospital?", "This person is crazy, why is he crazy for no reason?", "That's right, Mo Yinghou didn't hurt her? "...

Even the director came to ask: "How about it, do you want to call the police?"

Mo Ran shook his head.

At this time, she had already got up from the ground, the costume was dripping water, Mo Rantong frowned, and ran out suddenly.

It was very hot outside, and Mo Rantong searched for a long time before seeing the man under a plane tree outside the crew.

The man was on the phone, Mo Rantong approached slowly, and heard the man say: "...Are you bankrupt? No? Who am I? I'm your uncle!..."