The top white moonlight is me

"Wait, mobile phone..." Ting Xi stretched out his arms to grab the mobile phone on the carpet, and was immediately pulled back by a strong and powerful hand.

Yu Linxin clasped the back of his neck, dripping with hot sweat, and a splash of water bloomed on Yu Tingxi's pale pink back, with a low and sexy voice, "Don't worry about it."

Ting Xi was on the verge of limit, her eyelashes were wet with tears, "Brother...stop..."

He couldn't speak, his voice trembled and choked, and his heroic eyebrows turned into spring water.

Yu Linxin leaned over to kiss him, wildfire started, rude and crazy, as if he wanted to chew up Ting Xi and devour him, completely contrary to Ting Xi's wish.

Two hours later, Ting Xi slumped in the bathtub with his head up.

"Don't soak for too long, you'll get dizzy easily." Yu Linxin took the towel that covered his face.

Ting Xi opened his eyes, his thin eyelids were smudged with a light crimson color, as if rouge had been applied.

He stretched out his hands towards Yu Linxin, arms like white jade, and the red plum blossoms opened one after another, which is unique and infinite.

Yu Linxin wrapped him in a bath towel and picked him up easily, "Does it hurt?"

Ting Xi shook his head, with a sleepy expression, his soul was still there, and his voice was sleepy and soft: "It doesn't hurt, I'm a little confused."

Yu Linxin smiled, leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek, "Take a break, I'll blow your hair."

Ting Xi hugged his neck, her wet hair drenched Yu Linxin's shoulders.

After drying her hair, Yu Linxin told Ting Xi, "Director Ji is in a hurry, I hope we can go back as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll talk to him later." Ting Xi has more important things to prioritize.

Ting Xi nestled into the sofa to play with his mobile phone, Yu Linxin went out to cook, the door of the room was closed, and Ting Xi called up the call records.

All missed calls were from abroad.

Zhuang Chenghui couldn't hold back anymore.

Like a telepathic sensation, the phone rang again, and he stared at the number for a second before answering the call.

"Zhuang Wenxi." Zhuang Chenghui's tone was indifferent and arrogant, like an emperor above ten thousand people.

"Don't answer my phone on purpose?"

Ting Xi didn't say a word, but Zhuang Chenghui's accusation was overwhelmed.

"You guessed wrong, I was busy just now." Ting Xi replied equally indifferently.

Zhuang Chenghui said contemptuously: "What can you do, what can an actor do."

"Yes, I can't compare to Mr. Zhuang, you manage all kinds of affairs day and night, day and night." Ting Xi sneered.

"Zhuang Wenxi, stop your childish behavior, you are an adult." Zhuang Chenghui naturally heard Ting Xi's hint, and lowered his voice to reprimand.

"Naive? It's better to be naive than to break one's word and break one's word." Ting Xi was like a sharp knife out of its sheath, chilling.

Zhuang Chenghui was silent for a moment, and asked back: "Is it really you?"

What he was referring to was not clear to Ting Xi, so he simply responded with silence, but Zhuang Chenghui misunderstood Ting Xi and acquiesced.

"I told you that no one can replace your mother. I admit that I have indulged Tina recently, but my woman is not my son's turn to dictate."

Ting Xi suppressed his anger, and frowned, "Really? How did I hear it? It's well known that you are planning a second marriage."

He warned sharply: "If you can't manage your woman, I can help you."

"Zhuang Wenxi, do you believe the rumors outside and not my words?" Zhuang Chenghui's majesty arrived through the phone, and ordinary people could no longer bear it.

Ting Xi didn't have any waves in his heart, and replied indifferently: "I don't even believe it, I only believe in myself."

The computer suddenly lights up with a small red dot, and when the booth is opened, Mirro sends a message.

[Zhuang Chenghui's mistress, Tina, was attacked in the garden at home, she was overly frightened, and had a miscarriage on the spot. 】

Ting Xi half-closed his eyes, and suddenly understood that Zhuang Chenghui was actually looking for his teacher to question him.

"Your woman had a miscarriage?" Ting Xi gloated.

Zhuang Chenghui was furious, and suppressed the urge to teach others, "Didn't you do it?"

The corners of Ting Xi's lips were raised, his eyebrows were curved, his fingertips were white and pink, extremely beautiful, he happily picked up a cherry and put it into his mouth.

"It's a pity, I was a step too late." Ting Xi's smile gradually faded, his eyes dimmed, "You have made countless enemies over the years, and there are countless people who want to kill you. As someone close to you, she is like a living target. I really doubt it." How much affection do you have for her?"

There was silence all around, and the air was stagnant and heavy. Zhuang Chenghui smiled suddenly: "As expected of my son, Zhuang Chenghui, I told you earlier that you have inherited my genes perfectly. You are as selfish and ambitious as I am. In fact, I would rather you Tell me it was indeed you who did it."

Ting Xi clenched his back teeth, his stomach convulsed, and he had the urge to vomit. Zhuang Chenghui's words made him sick.

"Go home early after playing enough, you will always be my only son, everything I have will be left to you, women are just a tool to solve needs and buy people's hearts, why should you take it to heart." Zhuang Chenghui pointed, hinting Analyzing that he is just playing for fun, no one can threaten his heir position.

Ting Xi knows that Zhuang Chenghui is a scumbag, and now, Zhuang Chenghui has refreshed his cognition again, which is more disgusting than maggots in the gutter.

"My home is in country C." Ting Xi retorted stubbornly.

Zhuang Chenghui didn't take it seriously, and his attitude was superior, as if he was facing a crying child playing petty temper.

"You still haven't grown up."

Ting Xi clenched his fists and warned Zhuang Chenghui again: "It has nothing to do with you, take care of your woman, otherwise I will never show mercy next time."

He resisted continuing to communicate with Zhuang Chenghui, ended the call directly, and started talking with Zhuang Chenghui, he and Zhuang Chenghui talked like chickens and ducks, and the insurmountable patriarchal weight weighed heavily on him until his family fell apart completely.

Taking a deep breath, Ting Xi closed his eyes, his heart seemed to be pressed by a huge rock, he was so painful that he couldn't breathe, his brain seemed to be cut open by an electric drill, the pain made him dizzy.

Ting Xi lay limp on the sofa, tears rolled down his eyes, he didn't intend to cry, but he couldn't restrain the complicated emotions from surging in his heart, engulfing him like a rising tide.

The body temperature dropped rapidly after taking a bath, his hands and feet were suddenly frozen, his blood was coagulated, his whole body was trembling, his teeth were clenched unconsciously, as if he was enduring great pain, his heart was torn apart like a dry field.

A message popped up suddenly, and Ting Xi caught a glimpse of the sender from Zhuang Chenghui in a daze. He didn't want to pay attention to it, but was wary of Zhuang Chenghui's tricks, and clicked on the message. Facts proved that his worries were not superfluous.

[I will arrive in country C in the near future, and the relationship that shouldn't exist should be dealt with as soon as possible. 】

His brain was buzzing, and his eyes turned black.

Zhuang Chenghui knew, he knew that he and Yu Linxin got back together.

Ting Xi's back shivered, and he thought to himself, how much did Zhuang Chenghui know, whether he contributed to Tina's actions, and is he coming to separate himself and Yu Linshen again?

The psychological shadow from seven years ago once again shrouded Tingxi, and she suddenly lost her mind, panicked, and had shortness of breath.

No!He will not let Zhuang Chenghui succeed, this time no matter what, he will protect Yu Linxin and their love, even if his body is smashed to pieces, even if he and Zhuang Chenghui die together.

Ting Xi's eyes are deep, like a bottomless black pool, hiding a deadly vortex.

Rumors about Yu Ziqi's nomination for the Golden Rabbit Award for Best Actor spread more and more, and Yu Ziqi's fans were elated, as if her brother had already won the award.

Yu Ziqi was proud of his spring breeze, and he laughed when he met everyone. The staff around him talked quietly, and Yu Ziqi's temper seemed to have changed for the better.

However, his happiness didn't last too long. The "Tide" book fans who had disappeared before made a comeback with a large palette, well-founded, well-organized, and logical, and hammered Yu Ziqi and his fans. force.

"Hot search, it's hot search again, take it down for me!" Yu Ziqi was furious.

The assistant timidly replied: "Brother Ziqi, just withdrew, and climbed up again after a while."

"It's just a group of fans, what can you do? You all get such a high salary, and you can't even deal with a group of women. Are you sorry?" Yu Ziqi pointed at the studio's public relations team and scolded each one bloodily.

The public relations team is hard-pressed. Unexpectedly, among the fans of "Tide" are crouching tigers, hidden dragons, wealthy people who spend money like water, professionals working in publishing houses, and even lawyers from well-known law firms. The name of "Tide" was corrected, and the banner was deliberately raised, anti-plagiarism, very original, and a pure land for the creators.

More and more people from all walks of life are participating in it. No matter how powerful Yu Ziqi and his fans are, they are not as powerful as the masses of the people.

A week later, the film schedule was affected, and the number of viewers dropped sharply. The director and Yu Ziqi were overwhelmed with worry, the director lost a lot of hair, and Yu Ziqi developed several pimples.

"Right now, the only way is to ask Chun He to come forward and explain." Yu Ziqi's manager said.

Yu Ziqi curled her lips, feeling that the manager was talking nonsense, "If I can get in touch with someone, the copyright has already been bought, so how can there be such troubles."

The director nodded in agreement. He was naturally willing to spend money to buy the copyright. After all, the young author can't spend a lot of money, and it can save trouble.

The manager crossed his hands and said in a deep voice, "I'm going to find a hacker, check Chun and real information."

"It's against the law." The director leaned back, disapproving.

The manager's eyes turned to Yu Ziqi, who rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Do you have a reliable channel?"

"Well, the other party is very powerful and won't take orders easily. I overheard a retired senior talking about it." The agent approached mysteriously, almost whispering in their ears: "That senior once asked Fu Yinghua almost stumbled."

As soon as these words came out, Yu Ziqi and Yu Ziqi both opened their eyes wide and looked at each other.

The director coughed deliberately and cleared his throat, "If that's the case, I'll trouble you."

The manager waved his hand and said with a smile, "No trouble, no trouble, it should."

After sending the director away, Yu Ziqi dragged his manager to the side to talk, "Are you serious?"

"Of course, can I hurt you? We are grasshoppers tied to the same boat." The manager knew that Yu Ziqi was very defensive, but after they had cooperated for many years, Yu Ziqi still had no trust in him, which was really heartbreaking and made him feel sad. Quite displeased.

Yu Ziqi clicked on Weibo, his latest comment was full of scolding him for plagiarism, he must not let nature take its course, he finally fought a turnaround, he had to be steady.

Recently, many Weibo posts that praised him and bad-mouthed Yu Linxin made Yu Ziqi overjoyed.

After the discussion was settled, the manager invited the old man to dinner overnight and gave many gifts. After drinking for three rounds, the two of them drank until their faces were flushed and their eyes were blurred.

When he opened his eyes the next day, the manager hugged his head collapsed, it was over, he forgot about the business!

Opening the message box, an unfamiliar name appeared out of nowhere in his address book——Mirro.

Did he drink a drink?

How could he remember that he kept drinking and taking pictures?

Scratching the back of his head, the manager was too lazy to delve into it, gave up washing and eating, and went to work for a second with his mobile phone in his arms.

After sending the message, the agent waited in fear for a reply.

"Boss should be slow to reply." The manager thought to himself and decided to wash up first.

"Zizi-"

The phone vibrated, and the manager picked up the phone in a second.

Mirro: Take it.

Broker: Don't you ask the price?

Mirro: I will.

Agent: Oh oh oh, sorry, that’s how it is, please give me a number, and I will apply to my superiors.

"Huh? Senior didn't give me the wrong contact, right? You're such a friendly boss." The manager muttered.

It wasn't until Mirro gave him an offer that the agent realized that being close to the people was an illusion, and the price was not close to the people at all.

Early the next morning, the agent received the information he needed on time. It was very complete and had everything that one could expect. This efficiency, this content, was super worth it!

Mirro: Lack of money recently, if you have any needs, just contact me.

The manager was enlightened, and his heart was suspended, and he put it back to reality.

With this information, "Tide" will completely belong to Yu Ziqi.

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Mirro: That's right, it's me again.