The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

When the car drove to the villa, the city was already under the lights, Shen Muyun carefully picked up Shen Moyan, opened the door and walked in.The man had already fallen asleep. With his eyes closed, he was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting. From the first time we met to now, the man has never aged a bit.

Shen Muyun gently placed him on the bed, pulled the quilt over and covered him up.Can't help stroking Shen Moyan's pale cheeks with his palm, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he finally withdrew his hand and turned to leave the room.

Shen Moyan separated from him 5 years ago, saying it was to train him to grow up alone, but in fact, all fools know that because Xue Shaoqing is coming back soon.

The man is waiting, waiting for 80 years, and he is also waiting, waiting for Shen Moyan to turn around.

It was raining and snowing at night. Rongcheng is a southern city, affected by the monsoon climate, even in winter, it is rare to see snow falling in the sky.

Wang Ye dismissed the driver and walked into his villa alone. He had a few drinks with Director Lin of the Jiakang Group, but at the moment he felt a little dizzy from alcohol.

Before passing through the living room, I saw a woman standing in the center, wearing a classic mulberry silk black cheongsam, and looking closely at the hand-embroidered auspicious patterns on the hem of the skirt, it is very delicate and luxurious.

The woman was fiddling with a few newly bought wintersweet flowers, her hair was neatly tied into a bun, and although her age could not be seen on her face, there was a sense of intimidation and self-indignation.

Wang Ye raised his eyes and took a look. He stood still and respectfully nodded to his mother without hesitation, "Mom, I'm back."

The smell of alcohol was still swirling in his stomach, and he suddenly felt a little dizzy. He bowed and planned to go back to his room to rest as soon as possible, but Zhang Biyun stopped him: "How did you go with Mr. Lin tonight?"

Sighing secretly, Wang Ye turned around and replied obediently: "It's not bad, we can join in the oilfield industry in the next quarter."

"I heard that the board of directors is making small moves again?" Zhang Biyun asked casually as he fiddled with the petals in his hand.

"Old man Zhang's son is returning home, eager to take over." Wang Ye lowered his eyes, no longer arrogant and domineering outside, and looked more like a tiger cub with its teeth pulled out in front of his mother.

"Hmm." Zhang Biyun cut off the uneven branches and leaves in the bottle, looked at his son with a smile and said slowly: "Since Lao Zhang is so restless, he should be taught to be better, don't you think so?"

"Mom, I understand." Wang Ye nodded, with no emotion on his face: "I will arrange someone to watch the nervous old man's son."

Zhang Biyun put away the scissors in satisfaction, and threw the discarded branches and leaves into the trash can. The meaning of the words was beyond imagination: "It's best to take pictures of nasty things like drug abuse and whoring, so that Lao Zhang can take care of himself and come back Spend more time with your wife and children."

"Yes, Mom." He bowed to express his understanding, as if he had long been used to his mother's cruelty: "Then I'll go back to my room first, and you should go to bed earlier."

Looking at his son with rare tenderness, Zhang Biyun said distressedly: "Go to sleep, you have worked hard today."

"Sure, good night mom." Wang Ye bowed, turned and went upstairs to his room.

As soon as he walked into the bedroom, he pulled off his neck tie and scratched his hair feeling a little tired. Since he took over the entire Wang Group, he has been running around for money every day.

Being able to enjoy today's business empire to himself, his mother's big hand controls his lifeline all the time.Sometimes Wang Ye can't remember how long since his relationship with Zhang Biyun became so cautious, even a hug is full of extravagance.

From the death of the father?Or, from finding out your father is having an affair.

When he was 8 years old, he saw the slut his mother called for the first time. It was the second week after Zhang Biyun knew his father was cheating.

The mother tried her best to investigate the mistress's residence, and rushed to the small house with her arrogance, and swore her sovereignty to the other party with slaps and money.

The shivering woman apologized repeatedly, even crying silently. Standing beside the woman was a boy, twelve or thirteen years old, with piercing eyes, looking at herself and her mother with hatred.

The boy's name is Wang Cheng, strictly speaking he is his half-brother, but he has never been recognized by the Wang family, living like a shadow in an invisible corner of Rongcheng.

I can't explain why, Wang Ye never hated the mother and child, maybe Wang Cheng's vicious eyes frightened his heart when he was young, maybe he was used to seeing the ugly faces of his elders since he was a child, and even thought of Wang Cheng later, He's more just sympathetic.

Since then, the mother seldom laughed anymore, and tried every means to make the mother and son unable to gain a foothold in Rongcheng, and even prohibited them from returning to China after their father died.

Zhang Biyun is the only daughter of a former high-ranking municipal official, and her mother's family background is not enough to be adored by thousands of people. Her father was able to climb from a down-and-out youth in the county town to the establishment of Wang's Group, and Zhang Biyun's help is indisputable.

Master Wang's cheating was not so much a mistake as a slap in the face of Zhang Biyun, which made her life of the proud young lady smear an indelible stain.

Wang Ye turned on the shower and washed away his boring thoughts over and over again. When his father died, he held him back and begged him to forgive him for not fulfilling his responsibilities. Even the last sentence was to hope that he would not hate Wang Cheng's mother and son, let alone become the same person as his mother. .

He didn't know who was more pitiful in this marriage, Zhang Biyun, whose dreams were shattered, or Master Wang, who had been guilty all his life.Wang Ye is too lazy to think about it, his destiny is to fight and control, and to stand on the commanding heights to control his desire.

This is what his mother taught him, and there is nothing wrong with it, but after overlooking all beings for a long time, he occasionally feels lonely.

Heh, what a useless emotion, if he hadn't been good at calculating every step at the age of 16, he wouldn't know where to eat and sleep in the open today and watch all those old immortals enjoy the world of Wang's group.

Wang Ye turned off the water gate, found a bath towel to wipe off the water droplets, went to the balcony and lit a cigarette. The top-quality grass was imported from Cuba, and it was all handmade from cultivation to baking.

The smoke is inhaled into the lungs and then slowly exhaled, the effect of nicotine slowly enters the blood, making the mind a little dizzy, he is worthy of such an expensive thing, just like his achievements are worthy of his status.

Slightly closing his eyes, Shen Moyan's pale face in the daytime appeared in his mind, he opened his eyes suddenly, and cursed himself for being sick, the night was thick with clouds, sporadic raindrops mixed with snowflakes drifted into the balcony fence.

The night when the starlight is lost is like a man's narrow and dark eyes, clearly unable to see a gleam of light, only facing himself is dazzling and gorgeous.

"Damn!" Wang Ye gritted his teeth and spat, put out the cigarette butt and turned back to the room, hoping that Shen Moyan would stop pestering him tomorrow, he doesn't want emotions, and hates losing control even more.

He was just afraid, afraid of facing that person's inexplicable loss of control, and there was an unknown throbbing in his heart.