Star Path Divination Room

The person in the world who fears the Yao family the most is Sang Yunqing.

Sang Yunshu's nerves were naturally missing something, except for Sang Yunqing, he saw everyone the same.Zisang hates and loathes those high-ranking bastards of the Yao family, wishing to add more trouble to them and make them unhappy.

The two of them didn't regard Yao's side as relatives at all.

But there is no way, Sang Yunqing can't do it.So Zisang, father and daughter, had no choice but to follow Sang Yunqing tremblingly, treating the Yao family as an invincible enemy.

Zisang was getting tired of it, and thought that such caution and precautions would have to last until the day when Sang Yun cleared her lunch box—maybe her last wish would be considered at the funeral, to comfort her spirit in heaven, and to continue to make concessions.

Anyway not now.

Zisang's sudden silence made Sang Yunshu a little embarrassed, and she didn't want to say any more: "That's what your mother meant. She didn't dare to speak, so let me explain it for her."

Zisang didn't even say "en" or "oh", and was always quiet.Sang Yunshu stood up annoyed, and looked down at Zisang, as if for a moment, she became tall, strong, and cold.

"You must be an actor? If not—"

If you weren't so stubborn, we wouldn't need to resist like this, and everyone would be much happier.

Sang Yunshu didn't say anything, his words were interrupted by Sang Yunqing who came after him.

"What nonsense are you talking about!? My baby is so beautiful, smart and capable, let the whole world know that I was born!"

Yes, you were born.I am so healthy, I really want to thank God.

Sang Yunqing walked over tremblingly, and said to Zisang, "Don't listen to your father! He's getting old and foolish!"

Zisang picked up her woolen coat and threw it on her body: "Put it on."

Sang Yunqing grabbed Zisang's hand and stopped her where she was: "Why did you leave? Your father told you... Mom thinks so, and it just so happens that A Ranran is here, let's settle the MV matter ?”

A Ranran said that this sweet and greasy nickname is quite cute.

Zhong Liran followed and said, "That's right, look, Auntie supports you in filming, and it doesn't take too much time, just treat it as a way to make Auntie happy!"

Zisang squinted at her: "Are you willing to please a person who troubles you every day? You are not only the Virgin, you are also Stockholm?"

Sang Yunqing defended: "Why did I bother you?"

"Then, please explain to Ms. Sang, an unemployed vagrant, that she hasn't been home for three days and is waiting for me to come to you and welcome you to drive back to the palace?"

Sang Yunqing was a little disappointed, and lowered her voice: "I just want to experience the life of an actor."

Zisang: "What a noble pursuit in life! 50 yuan a day for group performances? [-] yuan for three days, that's okay. It's almost enough for me to go all over T City today. If it's not enough, it will be deducted from your living expenses."

Sang Yunqing was a little anxious: "Baby, don't you speak stably? I just thought, I can't do anything else. I will stay in your work environment for a while, and maybe I can get to know you better. Use it, but I just want to support you in this way."

Sang Yunqing took a breath: "Isn't the Yao family not happy for you to associate with Zhong Liran? But mother likes this girl. Don't worry about what the Yao family say, you are 22 years old, you are an adult, you can be yourself choice."

"you……"

Zisang's lips moved slightly, his throat tightened, and he swallowed with difficulty.

Sang Yunqing smiled wryly: "After the quarrel, I was thinking why my baby is unhappy. Shufeng..."

"Stop!"

Zisang was finally able to make a sound and stared at Sang Yunqing: "Are you interested? Support me now? Now I have a choice?!"

Sang Yunqing was stunned in place, it seemed...it didn't match the plot she imagined...

Zisang: "Don't worry about it. I still have to find ways to make money. I don't have time to entertain you. I don't need your support. I can't eat or spend money. What's the use?"

Sang Yunshu couldn't stand it anymore, his eyebrows just frowned, before he could speak, Zi Sang blocked him back.

"Put on a sad face and say a few sensational words? Do you think it's good to be in a TV series? If you don't eat, you can't live? After the trouble is over, pack up your things and go home. You go to work and have time to study the market. The paintings that are not produced, and the ashes saved to build a house should be sold for the price of cement."

Sang Yunshu was said to be in pain, and his whole body was not well.

Sang Yunqing saw that her husband was unhappy, it was a matter of the sky falling, and she wanted to play cheeky jokes with Zisang, but now she was stuck in the middle and didn't know what to do.

Zisang exhaled slowly: "Can I go?"

Sang Yunqing looked at her husband's face, she was cruel, and asked: "What about the MV? A Ranran has been waiting until now..."

Zisang suddenly came to his senses, and Zhong Liran was beside him, witnessing this family battle... It was like stripping off his clothes to let others see the birthmark on his ass.

Zisang gritted his teeth with hatred, and squeezed out two words: "Don't shoot!"

Zisang turned to leave, but Zhong Liran grabbed her wrist and brought her back.

Zisang was thrown and almost fell out, and he finally stood still, turning his head and glaring at Zhong Liran: "Are you a front-loading washing machine?"

Zhong Liran immediately let go of her hand, and it was rare to see her embarrassed and uncomfortable: "In terms of etiquette, as an outsider, I shouldn't interrupt now. But——"

"Since you know you shouldn't, don't go on anymore."

"Your period?"

Zisang: "...hehe, do you still endorse brands that have sanitary napkins?"

Zhong Liran suppressed the joke, and looked at Zisang sincerely: "Be serious, I will make a formal written invitation to you in the name of the studio, you should think about it seriously."

Sang Yunqing finally ignored her husband for once: "That's right baby, think again. If it's because of Yao Lin, mom will figure out a way."

What a pure brain...

Zisang: "Why are you so obsessed with this MV?"

"Auntie is of course out of love for you, and I am out of love for you."

A candid and frank sentence without any pause, as if inadvertently expressing the truest thoughts in my heart.

It is more confusing than those solemn promises and confessions.

Zisang's heart trembled, and a sigh that could not be uttered lingered faintly, twisting into an impulse.

Almost nodding, just a little bit.

Zisang shook his head: "Thank you for your love, you'd better hire someone else."

Sang Yunqing's expectations were shattered, and her expression was unsurprisingly disappointed.Sang Yunshu held her shoulder with one hand and looked at Zisang expressionlessly. He was speaking to his wife.

"As you said just now, she is old enough to make her own decisions."

Sang Yunqing's elbow bumped against his ribs: "You keep your mouth shut!"

Zisang followed Sang Yunshu's words: "Yes, I have the right to make decisions. Do you have any questions about Tianhou?"

Zhong Liran stood in front of Zisang by mistake, and disagreed with Sang Yunshu's point of view: "But uncle, it is now obvious that the choice Zisang made was not what she really wanted. She could have shined on the screen , why give up this opportunity?"

What Zisang gave up was communicating with this woman.It took her a moment to realize, what was she doing standing here with their nagging mother-in-law?Are you free?

Zi Sang walked around Zhong Liran, every step he took crushed the so-called "dream" under his feet, and crushed it in the mud.

Time and time again, she didn't have the patience to forgive the world.

Sang Yunqing didn't follow, she didn't know what to communicate with Zhong Liran inside.Zisang was lying on the steering wheel waiting for her. Sang Yunshu was silent for a long time, and asked, "You and Zhong Liran have a clear relationship, your mother is not so difficult in front of the Yao family."

Zisang let out a muffled "hmm".

Sang Yunshu paused: "I'm sorry."

For his selfishness and partiality.

Zisang was very surprised.She knows Sang Yunshu's temperament very well.This man was so dull to a certain extent that he could never let go of other people's emotions in his eyes.It is difficult for him to speak the right words, let alone discern the subtle moods of others by himself.

Sang Yunshu organized the words: "I actually—"

"boom!"

Violent vibrations accompanied by crashing sounds, half of Zisang's body fell on the car door, and the inertia from the other side was too sudden and strong, forcing her head to hit the glass directly.

A virtual layer began to appear in the scene in front of me, spreading out indistinctly, spinning continuously, forming a vortex.Zisang's mind was in chaos.

What's going on... what's going on?What happened?

Zisang blinked hard, his vision became a little clearer.When she saw the black cat, the pupils of different colors turned into vertical lines, and she kept looking over.

cat?

Why is the cat here?

The car door on her side was pulled open, and Zisang lost his support and fell limply out.However, the body did not hit the hard floor, and the shoulders fell into the arms of a person, surrounded by arms.

It was Zhong Liran.

Zhong Liran patted Zisang on the face: "Do you know who I am?"

Zisang: "..." Move the small gold mine, the weather vane of the Virgin.No matter who you are, who you love.

Zisang turned around, but the black cat was gone.The place where she was squatting just now was full of people, running towards her in a hurry.No animal would stay in this mess.

illusion?Or is it just my imagination?

Zisang's head was turned to the other side, and he was forced to look at Zhong Liran's...wrinkled face.

Zhong Liran: "Look at me! Can you recognize me?"

Zisang: "...Stupid or not..."

Zhong Liran breathed a sigh of relief, but his arms tightened even more, and he pressed Zisang into her arms: "It's normal to be able to complain. It scared me...don't move around, your head is bleeding!"

After finishing speaking, she still seemed worried, let go of Zisang, and raised two fingers in front of her: "How much is this?"

The slender, white fingers were stretched tight in the sun.His fingertips trembled slightly, at the same frequency as his breathing.

The phrase "Take a break" circled around his mouth and was swallowed. Zisang answered, "Two."

very cooperative.

Zhong Liran was completely relieved, and wrapped his arms around Zisang's back: "I'm not stupid—come down quickly, Qianying's doctor will be here soon. Let me see how your wound is doing first, are you dizzy?"

Zisang's hands and feet were weak, and he stepped forward with one leg, swaying his whole body, relying entirely on Zhong Liran's support.

"What's going on, out-ah!--"

Before he finished asking, Zisang saw the other side, where the passenger seat was completely sunken, and let out a scream.