Vicious female partner doesn't want to do it anymore

After sending off the elder brother, Dong Ling bed was a little restless, not looking at the phone, or pressing his temples.

She wished so much that 021's familiar greasy and beating voice could be heard in her mind at this moment, so that she could feel at ease.

But no different from the past week, her mind was still quiet, as if she had never been kidnapped and parasitized by any system.

This kind of thinking is a bit scary, Dong Ling stopped herself from continuing to diverge like this, she didn't want to extend herself to mental illness.

Dong Ling felt a little uneasy. With the help of her nurse, she sat in a wheelchair. In fact, her legs were not under heavy pressure, but her organs were damaged and her legs were temporarily weak, so she needed tools.

She went to the 26th floor, unlocked the fingerprint lock on the door of the ward, and pushed the wheelchair to Wen Han's bed.

When Wen Han's mother came to see her the day after her accident, she had already asked about Wen Han's situation. Wen Han didn't have any physical abnormalities because the system fell into a deep sleep, which Dong Ling felt very lucky.

Wen Han was still the same as before, he was still breathing and his heart was beating, but he still didn't wake up.

He has been lying like this for a year, how much longer?

"Wake up quickly, so that everything, whether good or bad, will have a result."

Dong Ling's eyes were empty, with a bitter expression on his face.

The uneasy factor is not the sword of Damocles hanging over her head, but the soft knife across her heart.

It's strange to say that Dong Ling didn't complain much when she was tied to the system in the early days, but these days, she always regrets it. It would be great if she didn't come to see Wen Han that day.

If I knew it was such a stumbling block, why didn't I know each other at the beginning.

However, things won't be so dramatic, Wen Han didn't open his eyes and said hello to Dong Ling, Dong Ling stayed for a while and went back to his ward.

Yuki called her. She thought it was done, but she didn't expect that there would be some changes.

"You mean she has some trouble with her facial nerves?"

"Yes, Mr. Dong, I didn't tell you this. I found something strange in my observation. I just let her show it. Her facial expressions are limited. Although her appearance and ability are relatively good, this makes her commercial value great. Discount. After my questioning, you said that this is not a pathological reason, they have already gone to the hospital for examination, and they have tried hard to change this, what is your wish?"

Yuki knew that the person he was about to sign was more like the boss's ex-lover, but he didn't ask, and considered this matter solely from the perspective of commercial value.

After listening to yuki, Dongling remembered that when she first met Zhong Zhong, Zhong Zhong was taught by the teacher because of expression management. If an idol can’t show too many expressions, then her career must be limited. Not to mention acting, this road is directly blocked, unless she specializes in acting.

But she signed Zhong Zhong not because of her commercial value, but because of her uncertainty.

"Talk to the partner and lower the price, but the person must sign the contract."

"Ok."

Dong Ling hung up the phone, staring at the phone in a daze.

She thought about Song Mingzhi again, she didn't know how she was doing, she could ask Zuo Zhen or Yu Shuangwei, but she didn't dare to ask, for fear that Song Mingzhi would find out and annoy her.

In the afternoon, yuki brought him to Dongling, wearing at least a loose t-shirt and shorts, with his bare face facing the sky, looking extraordinarily youthful and beautiful, but his face was expressionless, like a quiet doll.

"Mr. Dong is good."

Knowing that this is his new boss, Zhong Zhong greeted him a little cautiously.

Dong Ling lay on the hospital bed and looked at her quietly. She used to think that she was somewhat similar to Song Mingzhi, but when she stood in front of her, she found that she was not at all like Song Mingzhi.

The expression doesn't look like it doesn't feel like it, but the facial features are a bit similar. She suspects that she has some kind of blood relationship with Song Mingzhi. Dong Ling wonders a little bit, is she the illegitimate child of Song Mingzhi's parents?

Zhong Zhong felt Dong Ling's scrutiny, and let the boss look at him without moving. After glancing at the boss, he moved his eyes away to prevent the boss from being offended.

She had seen Boss Dong's face before she came, and the real person was better than the photo.

"Why this circle?"

Zhong Zhong suddenly heard Dong Ling ask, and answered honestly: "Make money."

"You know your expression will limit your career?"

Zhong Zhong nodded, and said in an apologetic tone: "It's been like this since I remember it, and I can't control it."

Dong Ling was sure that she couldn't control her expression anymore, because when she said this, Zhong Zhong's expression was still very indifferent, if it wasn't for the change in tone, it would be hard to feel sorry if she didn't listen to what she said.

"Are you still studying?"

"After graduating from high school, I didn't read any more."

Zhong Zhong still had the same expression, her eyes were black, like opaque jade, making it impossible to see her inner thoughts.

Dong Ling was not surprised, and said: "Let's take the singer's route, Yuki, let Bai Lu take her, pay attention to vocal music management, and follow the company's regulations for everything else, train first."

Yuki nodded, indicating that he understood.

"By the way, if you hear any gossip, don't worry, I don't care about you." Dong Ling said this to Zhong Zhong, and then looked at Yuki and said, "Yuki, be careful, don't let people talk about you, especially About Mingzhi."

Dong Ling just left it here, to put it bluntly.

She knew that Zhong Zhong's face, which was [-]% similar to Song Mingzhi's, would arouse criticism from some people, and would even lean towards something bad, but she hoped to control it a little.

She actually thought about cultivating Zhong Zhong secretly, but if people knew about it, it would be even more ambiguous.

Dong Ling was very disturbed, if only she could know what kind of use Zhong Zhongdi's original text was playing, she wouldn't be as confused as she is now.

Yuki was a little puzzled, since she didn't want Song Mingzhi to have a misunderstanding, why did she keep paying attention and signing the child, but the boss's affairs are not something the secretary can interfere with, she just does what the boss says.

Zhong Zhong left with Yuki and was taken to meet her new manager.

Zuo Zhenhao looked at the member files in the company. Once Song Mingzhi terminated the contract, it meant that she would have a free hand. She first selected to see if there were any good seedlings so that she could take over later.

She happened to meet yuki face to face, looking at the child next to yuki wearing rimless glasses, her expression was subtle and weird for a moment.

Even though this person was wearing glasses to cover up, but as a sharp-eyed old manager and someone who was compared with Song Mingzhi, she could tell who this girl looked more similar to at a glance.

"Secret Lin, is this... a new artist?"

Yuki's real name is Lin, she nodded upon hearing that.In order not to attract people's attention, she even bought glasses for Zhong Zhong, but she couldn't hide it from Zuo Zhen, since this is the manager of the boss's lover, she asked Zhong Zhong's office to explain to Zuo Zhen .

"The boss has no idea about her. He just watched her appearance to avoid being used by other companies to compete in the ring, so he signed it first."

Yuki is not fake. With Song Mingzhi's popularity, the dream machine has doubled the price of Zhong Zhongyuan several times. Her face can be attached to Song Mingzhi to tie up and drain, and she has a unique physique.

Zuo Zhen nodded, thinking of his own.

If it wasn't for Song Mingzhi's willingness to terminate the contract, she would have believed it. Now... I don't know if this is the boss' new love, or the boss's replacement.

When Zuo Zhen returned to the set, he looked at Song Mingzhi with secret sympathy.

Song Mingzhi sensitively captured her eyes, feeling a little strange, raised his eyebrows slightly, expressing doubts.

Zuo Zhen looked away and said nothing.

The bright September sun was still a little bit harsh, Dong Ling was waiting in the ward, holding a book in his hand.

At sunset, she accepted Yuki's speed report.

Zhong Zhong is now being taken by Bailu, and has already found a vocal teacher, planning to train singers.

Training this kind of thing needs the most time, Dong Ling put this matter aside, lowered his head and filled his head with knowledge.

She didn't want to let her mind go blank, once she was free, she couldn't help but think about Song Mingzhi.

The situation was too sudden that day, Song Mingzhi left too decisively, she didn't even have time to say sorry, but she couldn't make up later, it was too much like a signal of a complete severance.

But it's hard to escape from reading, which is really depressing.

Habits are a terrible thing. She is used to saying good morning and good night to Song Mingzhi, and sharing more interesting things and stories with her, so much so that she subconsciously wants to tell her when she reads any good article.

Dong Ling deleted the words in the dialogue box little by little, looking at the dialogue that stopped eight days ago, slightly distracted.

Song Mingzhi, who was sitting in the hotel room, looked at the 'typing' that appeared and disappeared on the opposite frame, with a cloudy expression on his face.

In the end, nothing appeared in the box, and the text that kept appearing and disappearing was nowhere to be seen.

Song Mingzhi couldn't help but sneered, and switched pages angrily.

She seemed to be caught in a closed loop of the program, and rational analysis told her that she should pull away, but the feeling of failure was not a file that could be cleared with one click, but a virus that continuously sent pop-up windows to throw the host into chaos.

It's better for Dong Ling never to come to her and not to keep her, so she can completely break up with her and have nothing to do with her.

But every time Song Mingzhi thought this way, his mood would fluctuate again.

Song Mingzhi closed his eyes, lowered the temperature of the air conditioner, and opened the message box with Wang Buli. The last message was four days ago.

Wang Buli told her about Dongling's recovery, and she felt pain in her heart when she saw Dongling.

——Don't tell me how she is, I have nothing to do.

Wang Buli probably understood what she meant, and didn't ask the reason, but just said 'OK'.

Song Mingzhi thought about Dong Ling's sick face that day, but in the end he didn't ask.

Anyway, willing to live like a tiger, little heartless.

…………

As the old saying goes, Dongling wanted to leave the hospital after half a month of being injured for a hundred days, but her parents insisted on stopping her and wanted her to stay in the hospital for two more months.

"Mom, it's really not that exaggerated. The doctor said that I can be discharged from the hospital. It's the same for me to recuperate at home. You don't have to run back and forth from the hospital."

Liu Zhuoyun said worriedly: "Okay, it's just that if you feel uncomfortable at home, you should go to the doctor first."

"Okay, I know."

"Then your dad and I will go home first. I'll make you old hen soup. You can drink it when you go back."

Dong Ling touched the soft belly, nodded and agreed.

Dong Ling didn't need to prepare anything when he was discharged from the hospital, but there was one thing to do.

In the ward next door to her, Xuandu seemed to be writing something, when he saw Dong Ling coming, he hurriedly put it away.

"The police should come to ask you some relevant questions later. Congratulations in advance for reforming yourself. Although I don't know how long you will be sentenced, I hope you have reformed yourself when you come out."

Dong Ling was not interested in what Xuan Du wrote, she just came to tell her the ending.

She had already kept Xuandu close, and would not let her escape the possibility of punishment.

"Thank you for your parting words, but can you keep me for two more days, just two days, let me make mental preparations... Hey, don't look at me like that, I don't plan to run, besides, where can I go , my dad is not a city anymore."

Xuandu spread his hands, even in the mood to joke.

This feels quite weird, Dong Ling is used to her hysterical appearance, but she is really not used to her appearance.

"If you are worried, you can ask the police to watch at the door. You are on the 25th floor. I don't have wings."

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Dong Ling nodded, planning to speak to the police officers later to tell them to watch closely.

Xuandu waved his hand: "It really doesn't give you any face, you go quickly, I won't disturb your love talk."

Dong Ling was very inexplicable: "What are you talking about?"

"Who won't pick you up after you've been discharged from the hospital?"

Xuandu said with some surprise, after all, she felt goosebumps all over her body when she saw the energy towards Dong Ling.

Dong Ling's face darkened, Xuandu really didn't know which pot to open and which pot to lift.

"You broke up?"

Xuandu caught Dong Ling's reaction and was very surprised.

"What does it have to do with you."

Neither she nor Song Mingzhi had a formal relationship, so how could they break up.

"It's a pity, I thought you would be fine."

"Are you Xuandu? Have you been pierced by a soul?"

Dong Ling really felt that he had seen a ghost now, it was really strange that Xuan Du could say such a person.

Xuandu folded his arms and said coolly: "What? You don't like to hear blessings? Then you should break up as soon as possible. If the conditions don't allow it, I'll give you a salute."

Before Dong Ling could say anything, she said to herself, "But you should think about it again, after all, she seems to like you quite a bit."

Dong Ling wanted to leave, but couldn't help but said, "Does she seem to like me very much?"

"That's right, especially when she looked at me at the door of your house, her eyes were full of threats," Xuandu recalled, curling his lips in displeasure, "I really hate pretending to be better than me, how can a little star act like that?" Confident."

"It's because you really don't behave like a human being."

Dong Ling didn't even think that the person she could talk about Song Mingzhi and her relationship most calmly was actually Xuandu.

She sincerely hoped that Xuandu could reform himself in prison and start a new life.

Before Dong Ling was about to leave, Xuan Du suddenly called her name.

"It's okay, I just wanted to call."

Xuan Du waved his hand at Dong Ling, and Dong Ling muttered 'something's wrong', suppressing the subtle and brief strangeness in his heart.

After Dong Ling was discharged from the hospital, Chen Shangshang asked her to hold a recovery party for her. The friends were too enthusiastic, and it was difficult for Dong Ling to refuse, so he agreed.

It's just that others drink, she drinks milk and juice.

The meeting place is Lao Di, one of Dong Nuo's party-only places.

Everyone showed concern for Dong Ling, and after a while Dong Ling was surrounded by gifts.

Someone brought home-baked biscuits and cakes for Dong Ling to eat together.

This is a small gathering, everyone eats and chats, and gossip is inevitable.

Gossip inevitably talks about the hottest part, but the hottest thing right now is Chen Fei's matter.

Chen Shangshang was afraid that Dong Ling would be unwell, so he wanted to drag Dong Ling away.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Dong Ling knew that Chen Shangshang was keen on eating melons, so he pressed Chen Shangshang's hand, got up and left by himself.

Instead of going to the bathroom, she went to the second floor, sat on the hanging chair, and stared at the tree outside the window in a daze.

A flash of movement caught her attention. Dong Ling jumped off the hanging chair and lay down on the floor-to-ceiling window to look outside. After thinking for a while, she took out her phone and zoomed in through the lens to see clearly that it was a cat.

It should be a neighbor's black cat. Its fur is smooth and smooth. It climbed a tree from the yard, and now it is squatting among the branches and wagging its tail, looking quite comfortable.

Someone from the neighbor's house soon came out, apparently looking for a cat. The cat tree stood still in the face of the call, quietly watching the owner looking for it.

It's really listless, Dong Ling thought, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

But soon the smile froze, and she couldn't help zooming in. The image on the screen was a little blurry, but even though it was blurry, she could still see who the person in the light-colored shirt was.

Shouldn't Song Mingzhi be filming on the set? Why did he suddenly appear here?

The people in the small courtyard didn't realize that someone was watching them from a distance, Wang Buli shouted the name of the unfilial son at home, looking at Song Mingzhi with a very helpless expression.

"Old Song, you can wait for me upstairs first, it is probably hiding somewhere and cats, it always likes this, I will go find it for food."

Song Mingzhi came back specifically for Wang Buli's affairs. The development of Zixing Entertainment was not very optimistic. Wang Buli wanted to sell his shares and use the money to invest. Song Mingzhi came back to help her take a look.

In fact, there is no need to come back specially, it's just that... Song Mingzhi lowered his eyes and discarded the complicated thoughts in his mind.

She went to the second floor, there was no study room, and she went to the balcony.

She remembered the first time she knew Dongling, she saw the house opposite Dongling from this balcony.

Song Mingzhi looked over, and looked at the figure in the floor-to-ceiling window over there.

The houses were not far enough apart for them to see each other's faces clearly, and perhaps because of that, neither of them left.

The sweet juice that Dong Ling had just swallowed was inexplicably bitter, and she leaned her palms against the French window, feeling a little lost.

Song Mingzhi looked at the figure and thought, the little liar must have recovered, otherwise he would not have been discharged from the hospital, and he would come to a friend's house to play.

Dong Ling really wanted to go downstairs and knock on the door next door, but she couldn't.

What should she say when they met, she didn't have an answer in her heart.

Chen Shangshang patted Dong Ling on the shoulder and said, "Lingling, what are you looking at here, the toilet is so small, everyone thinks you fell down."

Dong Ling was taken aback by Chen Shangshang's movement, and was relieved for a while.

"What's the matter, looking lost?"

"It's okay." Dong Ling looked back to the window, and found that the figure on the opposite balcony had disappeared. She searched subconsciously, "Where is the person?"

Chen Shangshang felt that something was wrong with her, so he also looked outside and asked, "Who is it?"

Dong Ling vaguely explained: "A cat climbed a tree just now, but it's gone now."

Chen Shangshang didn't doubt it either, and dragged Dong Ling downstairs.

Dong Ling wanted to join her friends and use joy to numb her loss, but it was strange that every time she felt a little happy, she would still think of Song Mingzhi.

She took out her phone again and typed text in the input box. She didn't have the courage to send it out, so she pressed delete one by one.

On September [-]th, it rained a little early.

The road surface is a little wet, revealing a unique fresh smell of soil after being watered.

It's been two days, it's time for Xuandu to go, Dong Ling came to see her for the last time, after all she won't visit her again.

Halfway through the car, Dong Ling picked up the call from the hospital. The person in charge of watching Xuandu said that someone was visiting Xuandu's ward, a patient in a wheelchair. The police told her to go, but the police did not follow, but stayed behind. the door.

That person had no other possibility except He Diesheng, and it was difficult for He Diesheng to come here dragging his own sick body.

He Diesheng's physique was not good, and she didn't have a system escort like her, so he was very dangerous. After leaving the emergency room, he went to the operating room a few times. It can be said that Xuandu almost killed her.

"Hurry up."

Dong Ling urged, it was not a good thing for He Diesheng to meet Xuandu.

Dong Ling looked at the passing scenery outside the window, her eyelids twitched a little fast, and the inexplicable heart palpitations made her walk quickly towards the inpatient department after leaving the hospital.

Something fell not far away like a broken kite, a large amount of blood spread, and the human head was like a shattered watermelon, splattering brains.

Immediately there were screams and footsteps coming and going, Dong Ling stood motionless, his head was blank, and his whole body was cold.

She finally knew where the sense of disobedience came from, Xuandu had already planned it!

She is also a lunatic!

She pretended to be calm and resigned to her fate. How could a person like her be willing to spend the rest of her life in prison, let alone a year, and she might not be able to bear it for a day.

Dong Ling lowered his head and retched, unwilling to look back at the bloody scene. It was frightening and disgusting, as if the blood mixture splashed on the human skin, with the lingering bloody smell, making people's lips and teeth cold.

The police quickly went downstairs to deal with it. Facing the whispers of the onlookers, they explained: "This is a suspect who committed suicide in fear of crime."

Dong Ling went upstairs with a cold face, feeling a little empty in his heart.

She pushed open the door of the ward and looked at the person whose back was facing her against the window. His back was thin and thin like a sharp knife.

"Is this the result you want?"

Dong Ling didn't intend to question, but her tone was inevitably filled with emotion.

Dong Ling didn't want to meddle in their affairs, but she also didn't want them to involve their lives, so apart from lending Xuandu money, she just waited to inquire about Xuandu's disappearance.

Although she didn't lend the money, it was Song Mingzhi who borrowed it.

"Isn't it good to let her go to jail and pay the due price? Even if you lock her up, why do you still treat her like that?"

Even though Dong Ling knew that Xuandu would not go to jail peacefully, he knew that she had already planned to die.

He Diesheng, who had his back to her, didn't answer. She looked out of the window, propped herself up to look out, as if she was going to make a second kite.

Dong Ling pulled her back, facing her face.

He Diesheng had been thin for a long time, his cheekbones were protruding, and his facial features were slightly distorted because of suppressing his emotions.

Her eyes were bloodshot, like a ghost crawling from the ground.

Her teeth chattered and her facial nerves twitched unnaturally.

Dong Ling subconsciously let go of his hand, looking at the distressed and distressed person in front of him.

"She asked someone to send me a letter, saying that if I don't come, I won't be able to see her for the last time."

"I came, I kept her, I threatened her, I begged her, she was very satisfied, she felt that she hadn't lost."

"She said, He Diesheng, why don't you die, and jumped down."

"If there's anything in this room that she can use as a tool, maybe she'll drag me to hell with her."

He Diesheng's eyes were indifferent and numb, making people feel suffocated in an airtight environment.

"Why... I also want to know why," He Diesheng looked at Dong Ling, and seemed to be looking at a point in the sky, and said to himself, "It happened like this before I knew it."

"I want to see her fear, see her collapse, see her beg for mercy, see her have nowhere to escape but rely on me. Sometimes I really hate her, hate her, and wish I could strangle her to death with my own hands. She is not likable at all, but she When you really want to die..."

"Have you ever had that feeling of trying to hold on to something and not being able to hold on to it?"

"I haven't had time to tell her that she is the loser, I won, and I have always won."

He Diesheng's face was as pale as paper, just like the pale paint on the wall, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she laughed while talking.

She suddenly grasped the clothes on her chest, seemed to be enduring severe pain, and finally fell down.

Dong Ling called the doctor and watched her being sent to the emergency room with cold eyes.

When she went downstairs, there were no fallen people on the ground, and the cleaners repeatedly scrubbed the blood, trying to completely eliminate the traces of death.

There seemed to be some people talking nearby, Dong Ling passed between them like a wandering spirit.

She didn't feel pain or sadness because of Xuandu's death, but she just felt a little empty, and some emotions had nothing to rely on.

She went home with light steps, and the servant said that someone had sent her a letter and had placed the table in her room.

Dong Ling nodded, and was not the first to go back to the room.

She went to the piano room and took out the partner who had been with her all the time.

The notes are filled with compassionate tenderness, and a misty sigh.

Dong Ling used to seldom test the meaning of life, because she was young and had a heart for everything. In the end, she met her music theory partner and learned happily.

She was born with a smooth wind, and it was rare that she didn't get anything. She knew what she had, so she always felt a little bit of compassion, so when she met Xuandu, she stretched out her hand without hesitation.

She has never regretted the helping hand she extended, even though she almost suffered misfortune later.

Dong Ling never held grudges against Xuan Du, not because of blind soft-heartedness and kindness, but because of the attempted harm, and her sympathy for Xuan Du, even with a kind of pity and contempt for happiness over misfortune.

People can't choose their initial destiny, but they can choose the way she faces life, Xuandu's way Dongling doesn't agree with it, so they broke off friendship.

However, all this is really dusty, even if I have a premonition, it will inevitably be empty.

Dong Ling played two small tunes, feeling unspeakably exhausted in his heart, causing his body to lose the strength to support it.

Dong Ling went to the bathroom. The warm water seemed to warm her hands and feet. She lay in the bathtub and involuntarily picked up her phone.

She habitually typed today's words in front of the box, somewhat intermittently, probably writing wherever she wanted.

【Ming Zhi, I seldom think about what people live for. There are too many answers. Maybe only a few sober people can understand.

Xuandu used to always ask me why she was born, I couldn't answer her back then, now that she's dead, I still can't give an answer.

I closed my eyes, blood splashed in front of me, like a frame of images, I don't like it.If you were by my side, I might hold your hand and not let go.

How's the weather there? Is it raining or cooling down?

I miss you a little today too. 】

The input vertical line kept jumping, Dong Ling pressed the delete key, and watched the characters disappear quickly.

In another city, someone watched the reminder disappear and said good night.

Before going to sleep, Dong Ling saw the white envelope on the dressing table, with [Received by Dong Ling] written on the front.

Dong Ling opened it, and inside was a piece of paper and a silver card.

On the front of the paper, there are five words written in flying and flying patterns-principal plus interest.

Dong Ling looked at the card and sighed softly.

There seemed to be words on the back of the paper, Dong Ling turned it over and saw a small word.

【If you see it, go to worship Buddha for me if you have time, if you don’t have time, don’t go. 】

Dong Ling thought that this person was playing tricks when he died, and Xuan Du knew that she would not ignore it if she saw it.

On the second day, Dong Ling watched Xuan Du's burial, but He Diesheng did not hold a funeral for her, nor did he publish an obituary for her.

It was as if she was alive and just disappeared.

He Diesheng had a very small bottle in his hand, which contained Xuandu's ashes.

She pushed the wheelchair away without saying a word.

Her figure was thin, like a butterfly wrapped in sin.

Dong Ling went to a relatively well-known nearby temple with strong incense, and worshiped Buddha for Xuan Du. According to religious theory, he hoped that after she repaid her karma, she could enjoy a normal life.

The big tree in the temple was fluttering with red silk, Dong Ling stopped and looked at it for a while, and suddenly heard a voice not far away.

"Boss Dong?"

Dong Ling looked back and saw Zhong Zhong wearing glasses.

"Why are you here?"

"My grandma believed in Buddhism during her lifetime, and there is no training plan today, so I came to worship Buddha."

Dong Ling nodded and went downstairs along the stairs without asking any more questions.

Zhong Zhong and her side were equally silent.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhong Zhong held back and said, "Mr. Dong, Sister Bailu said that I need a stage name, but I can't make up my mind. She said that I can come and ask you."

The agent asked her to ask, but she didn't know why, so she just happened to meet her and asked.

Dong Ling said casually: "The fate of the world is the same, if you don't find it unpleasant, then call Zhong Pupeking."

Zhong Zhong said sincerely: "At first it sounded obscure and ugly, but after thinking about it, I think it sounds good. Thank you, Mr. Dong."

So that was the name.

At the foot of Dongling Mountain, he parted ways with Zhong Zhong, and had no intention of giving it away.

Dong Ling had just recovered from his injury, and after going down the mountain for some activities today, he felt a little weak when he came back, and he was already drowsy.

The next morning, she was woken up by yuki's serial electricity. She was a little worried at first, but she woke up after hearing what yuki said.

In fact, the content is not very exciting, but yesterday someone took pictures of her and Zhong Zhong leaving at the foot of the mountain together, but he should never have done so, and typed the title "Boss Song Mingzhi traveled together, this temple heard that the marriage lottery is very good ?”

Seeing that Dong Ling had a heart to swear, he wished to find out the person who took pictures and edited the content and beat him up.

Many marketing accounts are still following the trend, planning to eat cp popularity.

"Is it overheated?"

"It's overwhelmed, let them delete the ones that are a bit messy, and have more fans. If you delete them, the situation will probably rebound, so I put them on hold for now."

"So be it."

Dong Ling pinched the center of his brows wearily, what a matter.

She asked Yuki to book her a plane ticket and went to the bathroom to wash up.

On the Internet, the sisters at the end of the delivery were very happy when they saw the title, but soon someone discovered something was wrong.

@甜送别: Ah, this... said in a low voice that this is not Sister Song. Although it is a bit similar, it is obviously much younger, and the style is not the same at all.

@兰林多芳草: Our sister is filming thousands of miles away, and interacted with fans who visited the class yesterday, this...

@Please send me to the end: If you want to open it up, it may be that Mr. Dong and his sister-in-law are traveling together.

Song Mingzhi went to the set this morning and found that some people looked at her as if something was wrong, and when she looked over, it seemed that nothing happened.

She felt a little strange in her heart, but after thinking about it, she didn't think she had done anything strange, so she went over the script as usual.

Zuo Zhen looked at Song Mingzhi's appearance and knew that she probably didn't read Weibo, and didn't know anything for the time being, so that's fine, if you can find out later, let's know later.

At this time, Zuo Zhen saw Pu Xingchun running over carelessly, and felt bad.

Sure enough, Pu Xingchun looked at Song Mingzhi teasingly and asked: "Sister Song, how do you play the avatar technique, teach me!"

Song Mingzhi showed confusion: "What clone technique?"

"Still pretending to be with me. I promise not to leak the secret. The paparazzi will take photos of you and Mr. Dong showing up in the temple together yesterday. I heard that the temple is very good for marriage. I want to go with my baby too."

Pu Xingchun said the last sentence in a low voice, but Song Mingzhi didn't care to listen.

"Shooting me and Mr. Dong?"

Song Mingzhi added an accent to the word "I", and Pu Xingchun felt something was wrong, so he nodded anyway.

Song Mingzhi asked Xiao Tan for his mobile phone, and searched for related topics.

There are some blurry photos, Dong Ling is wearing sunglasses, and the people around him are also wearing glasses, at first glance they do resemble her.

But Song Mingzhi knew that this was not her.

Song Mingzhi sneered angrily, what is this, are you kidding her?

Made up such a lot just to lie to her?

Then she is really thankful, Song Mingzhi thought it was ridiculous, she lived to be 29 years old, and was played around by a girl five or six years younger.

Song Mingzhi was a little angry, she looked at Pu Xingchun's frightened expression, and restrained her expression.

"Want to know? You can ask Mr. Dong."

Song Mingzhi's tone was a little sarcastic, she lost her shooting status and asked Yu Shuangwei to ask for leave.

Yu Shuangwei said unhappily: "If you can't get into the show now, I can wait for you, but if you want to invite me for a day, I have to wait for you."

Song Mingzhi didn't waste much time, and made a call to Yu Shuangwei, saying: "Tell Yu Shuangwei that the lead actor will take a day off."

Yu Shuangwei was a little confused, and then found that his phone rang, and it was the call from the investor of Yunming Films, the largest investor in Jingzhou.

Yu Shuang answered the phone slightly, and when she hung up, she could only see Song Mingzhi's back. She moved her lips, and finally raised the loudspeaker: "Where is the prop man, let's shoot other things today!"

Song Mingzhi changed her clothes and took off her makeup, and planned to discuss the termination of the contract today.

She didn't want to lose her last dignity, she was just like a fool who thought about Dong Ling repeatedly during the separation, she was just a prey for a whim and a plaything for entertainment, she might as well be with her from the beginning She marked the price clearly, so as to save her from misunderstood, wishful thinking, and self-love.

There was a knock on the door of the room, Song Mingzhi opened the door with a cold face, looking at the anxious person standing in front of him, his expression became even uglier.

"You still dare to come to me, what do you want to lie to me this time?"

"Mingzhi, I didn't lie to you...I..."

Dong Ling was dragged into the room and pushed against the wall.

"You didn't lie to me, so who is that person?"

"I found another home so quickly, or is it that you like this kind of face and skin?"

"I hate being fooled, Dong Ling, what did you do to me?"

Song Mingzhi's questioning was full of embarrassment.

The back of Dong Ling's head hit the hard wall, tears welled up in her eyes because of the pain, she tried not to let the tears fall, looked at Song Mingzhi and explained: "I didn't fool you."

"She's not the next family. I don't like her. I have nothing to do with her. I don't just like such a face and such a skin."

"When you are not by my side, I always think, why do you want me to meet an impossible person, ask me to love and suffer unobtainable pain."

"I try to do a lot of things to distract my attention, but it's so strange, I think of you every time I have mood swings. I replayed several movies that we didn't have time to watch together. Fortunately, the hamster you sent was always with me I."

"Xuan Du died, her blood was splashed in front of me, I wasn't very sad, because it was her choice, but it would be good if you and I were by my side at that time, I will hold your hand tightly and tell you that I am a little scared. "

Dong Ling's teardrops rolled down, Song Mingzhi's disappointment and questioning were completely defeated