After the Rebirth of the Film Emperor

Li Shaohao grabbed Zhijun's wrist, trying to pull him out of Lu Yuankong's arms.

But Ji Zhilong hugged him tightly, he was immersed in great sadness and joy.

What he is holding now is the person he has loved for nearly ten years, the lover he has always kept in his heart after his rebirth, but he dare not disturb him too much.

Once Lu Yuankong appeared, Li Shaoyao lost all color in an instant.

He stuck to Lu Yuankong's body like a piece of brown candy, Li Shaomo couldn't move, and warned with a sullen face: "Ji Zhilong, do you know what you are doing?"

Lu Yuankong froze his hands, and was also very surprised by Zhilong's reaction. It was obviously the first time they met, but it seemed like a reunion after a long absence.

Although his purpose was not pure, he didn't expect this person to post it so actively, which made him a little confused.

Li Shaoyao stared at Lu Yuankong coldly. If eyes could kill, Lu Yuankong would have been chopped into pieces.

"Mr. Ji, you, please respect yourself." Awed by Li Shaohao's coercion, Lu Yuankong stretched out his hand and peeled Zhimo off his body.

Ji Zhilong's face was covered with tears, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Li Shaohao was angry and helpless, pulled a tissue and pasted it on Zhimao's face, and rubbed it roughly, making Ji Zhimao's nose red.

The original intention was to clean up his face, but Ji Zhirong didn't appreciate it, took the tissue and turned his back to tidy up. When the cool summer night breeze blew, he also calmed down a bit, realizing that he had just lost his composure.

When he turned around and looked back, he saw that Lu Yuankong's suit was covered with tears, and wanted to wipe it off for him, but found that the atmosphere between him and Li Shaoyao was not right.

There is a tendency for enemies to meet each other.

"President Li, long time no see." Lu Yuankong smiled half a smile, and was able to pass the politeness on the scene.

One meter away is a crowded place, and smart people will not embarrass each other at such a time.

Li Shaoyao knew this well, but he didn't even want to pretend, he pulled Ji Zhiyong past him, and when he realized that Zhiyong didn't want to leave, the force in his hand increased so much that it could almost crush his wrist.

Ji Zhizheng was almost dragged back to the banquet hall, the low air pressure on Li Shaohao's body made him afraid.

"You let me go!"

It wasn't until he walked into a separate lounge that Zhi Rong wanted to shake off his hand and resisted.

But Li Shaoyao pulled him even tighter: "Let go of you, let you hug another man?!"

"Ji Zhiyong, do you still remember what relationship you have with me? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes today, I wouldn't have known you could be so promiscuous in front of outsiders?!"

"You are only allowed to set the fire with me, and I am not allowed to light the lamp outside?" Ji Zhilong struggled to break free from his shackles, but failed.

Li Shaohao was really annoyed by his unreasonable reasoning: "You can light a lamp decently, how dare you touch a scum like Lu Yuankong?" He pressed Ji Zhimen, who was struggling indiscriminately, on the sofa, "Someday you will die in front of him!" In your hand, don't expect me to collect your body!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?! I forbid you to say that about Yuan Kong!"

It is a big taboo to slander Lu Yuankong in front of Ji Zhijun, just like slandering Wen Che in front of Li Shaohao.

This time it was Li Shaoyou's turn to step on Zhimo's tail and crush the two horns hard.

But Ji Zhizhi is not a big tiger, at most it is a cat, or a sickly sick cat. After being irritated, his hair exploded all over his body. In fact, he was still held tightly by Li Shaoyao, unable to move.

Li Shaoyao's eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled at Ji Zhiyong in a furious tone: "You are obviously not him, why are you as stupid as him?!"

Ji Zhizheng didn't know what he was talking about at all, he just felt that Li Shaoyao in this state was terrible, as if he had gone crazy, he wanted to turn over and escape, but was restrained by the other party, unable to move, he had no choice but to turn his head and bite Li Shaoyao palm.

Li Shaoyao felt the pain and let go of his hand suddenly. Zhi Mo took the opportunity to escape from his restraint. As soon as his feet hit the ground, the world spun immediately, and a strong force passed around his waist. He was forced to fall back to the sofa again. Li Shaoyao locked his hands above his head , tearing the high-end suit on Zhilong's body with one hand, the fabric piled up with money, even the tearing sound is pleasant.

Realizing what he was going to do, Ji Zhilong kicked and kicked, but was quickly grabbed by his ankle.

How could a sick cat escape from under the wolf cub.

"You bastard! What are you doing!? Ah!"

Zhiyong grasped the pillow on the sofa with his hand, his nails almost sank into the cotton, he gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pleasure, both humiliating and exhilarating, wanting to cry and shout, but he never dared to make any noise.

Because the window is not closed.

The cold wind from the 12th floor blows in, and there is a geometric percussion ornament on the table. The gold cylinder is pushed towards the silver ring in the wind. When leaving, the gold pillar slowly rubs against the inner wall of the ring, and the ring is delicate Trembling, rippling with a sultry sound of nature, the wind blowing and blowing, the percussion music knocked out a beautiful and crisp tune, covering up the humid sound in the room.

An hour later, Ji Zhilong was free, but this freedom was worthless because he didn't even have the strength to sit up.

Li Shaohao took off his suit jacket and threw it on him, which just covered the flushed skin under Zhimo's torn clothes.

He straightened the cuff buttons of his white shirt, still looking human, threw Ji Zhijun in the lounge, locked the door when he went out, and asked a nearby waiter to keep an eye on the door, so as not to be caught by anyone. break in.

After all this was done, Li Shaoyao's eyes wandered around the banquet hall, and he soon spotted Lu Yuankong's figure. Not only did he not leave, but he also mixed into the crowd, having a good chat with Xu An's group.

The eye of the storm at this banquet was Li Shaoyao, and his low air pressure quickly changed the atmosphere of the banquet hall.

The assistant director who hosted the celebration banquet immediately sensed that something was wrong, and hurried forward to carefully ask what was wrong.

Li Shaohao was still smoothing the cuffs that were crumpled by Zhimo, "Why did Lu Yuankong appear here?"

The assistant director was sweating coldly: "Xu An invited a friend here, I didn't know he would come here in advance."

The director wanted to expand Zhirong's network, so he invited Xu An and others, and Xu An made another favor and brought Lu Yuankong into the banquet hall.

It really wasn't the assistant director's fault.

Seeing that Li Shaoyao didn't speak or express his opinion, the assistant director was so nervous that he stuttered: "I, I, I will invite him away!"

He was about to step forward when Li Shaoyao walked towards the group of people with long legs, grabbing a glass of red wine on the way.

Lu Yuankong was chatting happily with his friends, when he saw Li Shaoyao walking towards him, the smile on his face faded immediately.

"Where's Mr. Ji?" He asked worriedly, "What did you do to him?"

"My man, are you worthy of asking?!" Li Shaoyao raised his wine glass and poured the red wine all over Lu Yuankong's face.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned, even the drunk Xu An was physically sobered up.

Except for the lack of actors, the crew of "Talking in the Orchid Court 2" is almost full of the original crew behind the scenes. They all know what happened because of Wen Che's death.

The rookies like Xu An didn't know about it. He thought that Mr. Li was always drunk and wanted to go up to persuade him, but An Baicheng pressed him in time.

Lu Yuankong's glasses were covered with red wine, from his field of vision, Li Shaohao's face seemed to be stained with blood, like a scarlet ghost from hell.

Like six years ago, he wanted to take his life for Wen Che.