The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Shen Moyan sat on the guest chair in the lobby on the first floor, wondering how long he had been waiting, five hours?Still eight hours?He raised his eyes to look at the security guard in the lobby who was facing an enemy, and lowered his eyes again.

Everyone here thought that he was greedy for profit and pestered the chairman of the Wang Group, and even he occasionally wondered what the point of doing so was.Shaoqing doesn't know him anymore, crossing the Naihe bridge and drinking Mengpo soup is considered to be cutting off the former relationship.

Now this Wang Ye is just a man who loves soft and big breasts of women.

Shen Moyan knew that he knew everything, but he really waited for too long, so long that this hopeless and long life seemed to be covered with green rust, it looked extremely gorgeous, but the inside was already rotten and rotten.

Occasionally, he couldn't remember how long he had lived, if it wasn't for Monk Heng Yan who came to check on his body from time to time, if it wasn't for Shen Muyun who would chatter about the performance of the studio.He even thought that time had stopped, he was like a pocket watch, from the moment Xue Shaoqing died, he could no longer turn it.

Shen Moyan closed his eyes, and suddenly remembered the words Shen Muyun stopped him and scolded him in the studio three days ago: "Are you fucking crazy? Xue Shaoqing is dead! He has been dead for 80 years! How much do I have to say?" You didn't understand until the next time?! Wang Ye is not Xue Shaoqing! Stop deceiving yourself and others!"

With a hint of helplessness on his lips, Shen Moyan asked himself, do you hate it?I hate it.complain?The resentment was so painful that his immortal body was imprinted on his life like a curse, and his heart was eroded by time so that it was distorted and ugly. He even created Shen Muyun out of revenge, and wanted that wolf cub to accompany him, which was neither a human nor a ghost.

What should I do?He was clearly at a loss, and Wang Ye was like a ray of light in the dark night, breaking through the thorns that surrounded him, making him feel for the first time in nearly a hundred years of obsession that he was still alive, his heart was still beating, and his blood It's still hot.

The elevator door in the lobby opened slowly, and Wang Ye stood in the middle, striding out with his head raised and chest out, with a habitual ruffian smile on his lips.The eyes are like hunting beasts, and the heart is full of provocation.

The moment Shen Moyan saw him, his eyes suddenly sparkled wantonly, like sunlight focusing in those dark pupils, and even the corners of his lips had a warm arc.

Mu Yun, look, Shaoqing is not dead, he is there, they have the same eyes, the same nose bridge, the same thin lips, the same broad arms, and the same hot chest.

He's not dead, he's back, I'm waiting for him.

Shen Moyan couldn't help raising his eyebrows. Shen Moyan didn't know what expression he had. He was dressed in a snow-white gown, and his black hair was like a waterfall of three thousand streams. He stood in the warm winter sun, with a stubborn and desperate posture, as if guarding a century-old sculpture. At the moment when Wang Ye opened his eyes, his smile was like a stream of clear springs, shining like jade.

"Wow!" Before Shen Moyan could speak, Wang Ye stepped forward in three steps and poured a glass full of ice cubes water on top of his head.

The girls screamed in the lobby all of a sudden, the front desk lady and the secretary seemed to be quite frightened, and the water dripped down Shen Moyan's long hair. He closed his eyes subconsciously, and still clearly felt the bone-chilling temperature of the water splashed on his face. There is the wrath of the perpetrator.

He slowly opened his eyes, his clothes were drenched against his skin, his body couldn't help shivering in the cold winter wind, he looked calmly and indifferently at Wang Ye, the man who was smiling unscrupulously.

Wang Ye's incomparably handsome facial features seemed to be carved out of marble, with sharp edges and corners, and his whole body exuded a majestic air of king, and there was a sarcastic smile on his evil and handsome face.He is dressed in black, and he is outstanding and heroic. He is born with the aura of a king who dominates the world, with sharp and deep eyes, and he can't help but feel a sense of oppression! .

He pretended to look back and forth at Shen Moyan's distressed appearance, as if he was very satisfied with his actions, shaking the water glass in his hand with his fingertips, mockingly said: "Shen Moyan, I'm so sorry, I accidentally slipped my hand."

A breeze blew from nowhere, and Shen Moyan's silky hair from his temples floated up, drawing random arcs in the air.

Drops of water dripped onto the floor tiles with a rattling sound, and his black hair reflected his pitch-black eyes, like crystal obsidian, as he uttered a thousand words of deep affection.Let the fair skin look like a thousand-year-old ancient jade, flawless, pale, slightly transparent, and have a cold touch.

He calmly looked at Wang Ye, this face was exactly the same as Xue Shaoqing's, the face that was always smiling in the previous life was full of malice at the moment, Shen Moyan suddenly wanted to laugh, he had been facing the cold body of his lover for 80 years, now goodbye When it comes to living people, it is so embarrassing.

The smile spread before it reached his lips, and goosebumps appeared on his body unconsciously. He tried hard to identify who was in front of him at this moment, but his pupils were moist but hazy.

Seeing that the man didn't say a word, but just stared at him blankly, Wang Ye felt palpitations inexplicably, as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat and couldn't move.

Those narrow dark eyes seemed to be whispering, as if they were going to go through the flesh and reach the bottom of his heart.

Why?Can anyone tell him what's going on?He clearly loathes the man so much that he hates it deeply, why just seeing those eyes... he feels scalp numb for no reason.

Every time the man stood not far away to look at him, he would have an indescribable feeling, as if there had been such a scene in the past, being looked up by a timid and thin person, wanting to get closer but not daring to move forward.He wanted to remember something, but his mind was still blank.

crazy!All crazy!

Wang Ye didn't understand why he was so angry. When he realized it, he threw down the water glass angrily. The glass hit the marble floor with a crackling sound. Like a lion whose tail was trampled, he was so irritable that he pointed at Shen Moyan and roared: " What on earth are you going to do? How on earth can you get out of pestering me, you disgusting faggot!"

"I just want to look at you..." With trembling lips, Shen Moyan's voice was clear and weak, but his eyes were extremely persistent. He straightened his body and stared at the king so close.

"But I don't want to see you!" Wang Ye felt that his whole body was on fire, and he would be defeated under Shen Moyan's gaze if he hesitated for a second. He couldn't tell what he was talking about, but he never wanted to lose control of his weird emotions like this , His voice seemed uncontrollable, and he ordered: "Splash me! Everyone come here and splash him! Let him go!"

Five or six burly men immediately surrounded Shen Moyan, each with a large bottle of ice water in their hands, and poured it on him mercilessly.

Shen Moyan didn't dodge the slightest bit. He straightened his back and stood quietly in the lobby of Wang's Group, silently accepting the man's humiliation, and letting the crowd point and point at him.He opened a slit in his eyes and aimed at the triumphant Wang Ye. He couldn't tell whether there were tears of his own in the water stains across his face, and he wasn't even sure if he would still shed tears after so many years.

He just engraved that vivid and hot face into his eyes over and over again, and slowly burst into a plausible smile.

Shaoqing, I miss you so much.