The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

When Wang Ye's condition stabilized, it was almost dusk, and the golden sunset was wrapped in blood-like mist, infecting the white sheets in the house, and shining on their faces was a bit sad.

Accompanied by An Jia, Shen Moyan walked out of the ward, and sat silently on the bench in the corridor. An Jia was no longer noisy in the past, but showed a distinctive composure, pursing her lips, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a long while, when the air was almost frozen, An Jia sighed and said, "Boss Shen... who are you..."

He was stunned, the moment of silence was a bit unsettling, An Jia had seen the blood poured into Wang Ye's mouth just now, not to mention that Wang Ye's open wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, An Jia only reacted for a second, and immediately blocked the doctor's footsteps with her body, insisting that the patient just had an argument and the injury did not worsen.

The doctor looked at the instrument from a distance, and all the indicators had jumped back to the normal range, so he only ordered to change the bed sheet, turned and left without saying anything more.

Shen Moyan was right when he thought about it later, everyone in the Wang family couldn't afford to offend them, so naturally as long as the people are fine and don't embarrass them, the doctors will never ask more questions.

But when An Jia looked at him again later, it was clear that there was a deep secret...fear.

"I..." Shen Moyan only uttered a single sound, but he didn't know how to continue. Who is he?For a hundred years, I'm afraid he himself didn't know that he was Huadan Xiaotaohong from Litangyuan in the 17th year of the Republic of China.

I'm afraid it's just a survivor.

An Jia looked at him, patted him on the shoulder with the corner of her mouth hooked, and said softly: "Boss Shen, I know, you have reasons you don't want to talk about, and I shouldn't ask more questions as a little girl." After a pause, With flickering eyes, he said slowly: "No matter what you are, I believe that you are a good person. I will help you keep your secrets. I only hope that you and Director Wang... will be fine..."

"Okay?" Shen Moyan repeated, glancing at An Jia beside him from the corner of his eyes, his eyes were much more complicated. In the past, he always thought that this girl was innocent and just a little girl, but now thinking about it, she would stay by Wang Ye's side for many years. A confidant, how could it be a simple character.

"Why?" he asked.

"Why?" An Jia didn't seem to understand.

He opened his thin lips lightly, and asked the doubt that suddenly popped up in his heart: "An Jia, why are you so devoted to the Wang family?"

"I'm not talking to the Wang family," An Jia smiled, turned her head to look at him calmly and said, "I'm just talking to Director Wang."

Shen Moyan raised his eyebrows and nodded noncommittally.

An Jia withdrew her gaze, and said calmly: "Director Wang established an education foundation, and I was selected into the foundation's elite education training since I was in the orphanage. I can study and grow up all thanks to Director Wang. Funds. It is always a matter of loyalty to take people’s money, I just fulfill my duty.”

"Is this the case in the secretarial department?" Shen Moyan frowned and asked calmly.

"Mostly." An Jia stood up, turned her head to look at Wang Ye in the ward through the glass window, and said without much emotion in her voice, "There are also children from poor families who have received bursaries through the foundation. In short, Director Wang is really Nice guy."

"You said, you were helped by the Foundation since you were a child, but Wang Ye was still a child at that time." Shen Moyan asked hoarsely.

"Wang Dong is 25 years old this year. Since he was five years old, the queen mother... that is, Wang Dong's mother, helped him establish the prototype of the foundation. Finally, to make this force bigger, not only orphanages, poor, single parents, or teenagers whose parents died early will be included in the funding targets, and opportunities will be provided to work in Wang's after graduation." An Jia explained.

"When Wang Ye was five years old, his mother established the foundation's elite training program?" Shen Moyan felt a turbid feeling in his heart, trying to comfort himself by thinking too much, but he couldn't vomit.

"Yes, what's the problem?" An Jia looked back at him with a smile.

Shen Moyan shook his head, stood up and looked through the window at the man lying unconscious on the hospital bed, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

It's not that he has never heard of such a saying, but it is more of a feudal method of the old society, and he never thought that he would still see it now.

Wang Ye's mother has been planning to usurp the throne and power since his son was a child, and set up a special foundation to support homeless children. Elite training program.

It is clearly to take advantage of the child's ignorance to pick out the best seeds, and cultivate confidantes who will be loyal to Wang Ye from an early age...

It's probably not an accident that Zhang Biyun killed Mr. Wang.

Shen Moyan closed his eyes and thought for a while, his heart suddenly flustered, does Wang Ye know?Since he took over the family business at the age of 16, he has been planning step by step to fight against the remaining power of his father. Did he acquiesce to his mother's approach a long time ago, or did he expand his funding targets in order to find more loyal ministers and cronies for himself?

It's just because these people have been brainwashed by gratitude education to be obedient and easy to control, and only he can use them...

Shen Moyan couldn't see the distance between the two clearly in a trance. Wang Ye was not Xue Shaoqing. If Xue Shaoqing was still there, he would never do this.

Which Wang Ye is the real one?Is it the affectionate pampering in the face of him, the domineering and unruly in the face of life, or the unscrupulous methods in the face of tricks.

It's ridiculous, he has lived a hundred years in vain, but he still sees human nature through the fog, and after all he can't recognize it clearly.

Shen Moyan's fingers moved slightly, and the touch of Wang Ye's clenched grip seemed to still be warm. That kind of desperate attachment was like a virus, spreading along his cells, reaching the bottom of his heart, and trembling.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, wanting to stop this inexplicable sorrow, but he didn't know if it was a trick of fate. After reincarnation, he was a jackal covered in blood, but Wang Ye was a tiger and leopard, ruthless.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated in his pocket, and Shen Moyan was startled. He took it out for a few seconds to check, and when he saw the caller ID, he immediately connected: "Mu Yun."

"I'll pick you up downstairs from the hospital." Shen Muyun said his intentions simply and clearly, with a deep and powerful voice.

Shen Moyan glanced at An Jia, then turned to look at Wang Ye in the ward. He was afraid that the man would not wake up for a while, so he hesitated for a moment and replied, "Okay, wait for me."

He gestured politely to An Jia, and was about to leave when the girl behind him stopped him: "Boss Shen, will you come back? I'm afraid that Director Wang won't be able to find you when he wakes up."

Shen Moyan's body trembled, he turned his head and stared at An Jia stiffly, his face seemed to be loose, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't worry, I'll be back before he wakes up."

"Okay." An Jia smiled sweetly, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, very lively and cute.

He took another deep look at Wang Ye, clenched his fists, turned around and strode out the door.

#####Stupid author has something to say: I have been very unhappy recently, but it doesn’t matter, I still have to work hard.

Whether you are liked or hated, you still have to work hard, right?

I wrote a short story, which has been sent to Shuqi, but I don't know when it will be read.

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