The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

"I depend on him, and I can't live without him. But he doesn't depend on me at all, and he can still live well without me."

Zhu Jun entered the wrong password again, and the interface showed that if the password is entered incorrectly again, the official account will be temporarily frozen. He suddenly remembered what An Rui said in the interview.

In the previous four times, he tried Anrui's birthday, his own birthday, Anrui's frequently used private password, and the day they went to bed. Now, he only has one chance left.

Zhu Jun still remembers two dates, one is the day when they first met, and the other is the day when they officially broke up.

Which one to choose?Or maybe both dates are wrong?

Zhu Jun finally entered a string of numbers on the screen, clicked the confirmation button, and the small circle on the interface rotated for a few seconds, and a green checkmark was marked—the password was entered correctly.

Zhu Jun turned to the management center where Weibo is regularly posted, and found the regular Weibo that has not been released yet.

"Thank you very much for your love and support since we were together, so, good night."

It's a very simple sentence, without any self-analysis, and there is no sign of any accident, but Zhu Jun is completely worried-this Weibo An Rui can send it out by himself, there is no need to use a timing method.

Zhu Jun flipped down and was sure that there was no picture or location, so he could only drive around the main roads in Paris and search for a needle in a haystack.

On the way to find someone, Zhu Jun received a message from Wang Qin. The police in Paris had a good attitude, but they didn't intend to send police force. She suggested that she go to the embassy for help.

Hearing her faltering voice, Zhu Jun thumped the steering wheel and said, "If something really happens to An Rui, you will regret all your hesitation now."

Zhu Jun dialed Shao Dong's phone number and explained the situation in a few words. Shao Dong agreed to send the security company he often cooperates with to search for it.He started to make many phone calls that he hadn’t contacted for a long time—most of them were classmates and friends he knew when he was young, and the calls were connected one after another. After Zhu Jun’s old friends heard Zhu Jun’s prayer, Even quickly agreed.

His former tablemate comforted him in a warm voice: "You sound like you are about to cry, don't worry, we will help you."

Zhu Jun didn't have time to seriously thank you, so he just replied with a thank you, then hung up the phone, and he had to make another call.

He drove the car, searched one street after another, and the time slipped to the time set by Anrui to release the regular Weibo, and his heart sank bit by bit-where is Anrui?He's still... okay?

Zhu Jun clenched the steering wheel tightly. He suddenly felt a little pain. He lowered his head to look, only to find that his middle finger had drawn a wound at some point, and blood was constantly gushing out.

Zhu Jun took out a tissue and simply wrapped it around his finger. Seeing the white soft tissue being dyed red, he suddenly remembered the ring he had forgotten for a long time.

"When he went to Paris, he visited the jewelry store by the way, and was photographed by fans and bought this ring."

"This ring is for my future lover."

"I bought a ring and I plan to give it to him when I go back. Maybe he will be so moved that he will cry..."

Zhu Jun entered the name of the store in the navigation, and he knew where he should go to find Anrui.

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Sure enough, Zhu Jun found a familiar vehicle in the parking area opposite the shop. An Rui did not drive into the sea, nor did he drive into a car accident.

Zhu Jun breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow.

In order to be safe, he parked the car beside Anrui's parking space, got out of the car, knocked on Anrui's window, and shouted: "Anrui, open the window."

After more than ten seconds, An Rui rolled down the car window, his face was a little rosy, and he asked, "How did you find this place?"

"I said I was passing by, do you fucking believe it?" Zhu Jun sneered, "An Rui, you are really promising, people say you disappear and you disappear."

"Sorry for worrying you." An Rui lowered his head and lowered his eyes, apologizing very well.

Zhu Jun's anger disappeared inexplicably just now, he turned his face away and said, "I'm also a bad person, too nosy, and I don't want to make other fans sad."

"Then you can't be such a bad guy anymore," An Rui smiled softly, with a very gentle look, "I've always been afraid that you would meet bad guys and kill pigs. You are too easy to be deceived."

"Except for you, very few people can fool me." Zhu Jun replied.

"Isn't there still Zhou Lan? Didn't he also deceive you?" An Rui pressed the up slide button on the car window, covering half of his face, "Okay, I want to stay here alone today, you You can go back first."

"Then you're not going back to China? Wang Qin and your fans are going crazy."

"I'll post a Weibo to explain later, okay?"

"Okay, remember to post on Weibo, it's pitch black and there's nothing to see here, go home early."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, go back quickly, isn't there still class tomorrow?" An Rui pressed the button again, and the car window completely covered his figure.

Zhu Jun walked around to his car, opened the door, and got in, but he didn't make any preparations to drive. Instead, he got out of the car again with a glass hammer in his hand.

He walked around from the back of the car to the door on the other side of Anrui, swung a hammer and knocked on the window directly.

"Om-"

The vehicle started to call the police, and the window shattered in response. Zhu Jun's hands were covered with blood from the splashed broken glass, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

He looked at the plastic bracket that had just been set up in the car, and the half-empty bottle of drip in it, and then at the needle inserted into the back of his hand that An Rui couldn't hold back in a panic.

He actually laughed out loud and raised his voice.

"An Rui, you have lied to me so many times, do you still want to lie to me this time?"

"You're not dead, you can still move, do you want me to open the door for you?"

An Rui looked at Zhu Jun outside the car door, as if he was frozen.

It wasn't until Zhu Jun reached into his bloody right hand and fumbled for the door switch that he seemed to be awakened suddenly, and said hastily, "Don't move, I'll open the door right away."

An Rui crawled towards the car door, and he pulled out the venous needle without hesitation, bringing out a stream of blood.

He opened the car door in a panic, and the next moment, Zhu Jun pulled him out by his collar and threw him to the ground.

Zhu Jun leaned on the rear car door, with blood running down his right finger, and kept sliding down. He dialed the emergency number with his left hand, explained the location, glanced into the car door, and accurately said the medicine The name.

An Rui struggled to get up from the ground. He wanted to grab Zhu Jun's hand to check the injury, but the other party avoided him.

Zhu Jun panted heavily, and he patted An Rui's cheek with his injured hand, leaving two bright red blood marks on the other's face.

"You're promising, Anrui, you've learned to kill yourself."

An Rui couldn't say anything, he hugged Zhu Jun's leg, his whole body seemed to have been pushed to the limit, crying heartbreakingly.

"How easy it is to die. Once you close your eyes, you're done. You don't have to be sad anymore."

"But An Rui, have you ever thought about how sad the fans would be if you really died."

"And how sad I must be."

The author says:

Good night, see you tomorrow.