Everyone else is lying that my wife is my enemy

Auntie Zhang came over with a tablecloth, and comforted her, "It's nothing but water spilled, just wipe and mop the floor."

"I'm really sorry, let me come." Qian Yuxian took the rag and wiped the table seriously, repeatedly, lest there would be a drop of water.

Wen Rong suddenly calmed down. Maybe she woke up too early today and her mind is not clear. It seems that she still needs to stick to the strategy of staying in bed in the future so that her brain can get a full rest.

"The neighbor's guest is my third uncle's girlfriend." Wen Rong said, a specific and calm explanation can reduce conflicts, which is what she realized after watching the drama for a week.

Misunderstanding is a good way to cause conflicts and create contradictions, and it is often used in literary works.

"Ok?"

To Wen Rong's surprise, her explanation did not reassure Gu Jin.

"Longrong, is that the person from yesterday afternoon?"

"Yes."

Gu Jin paused, and then said after a while: "Okay, did she bring you anything?"

"She made muffins." Wen Rong lowered her voice so that Qian Yuxian could not hear her.

Gu Jin told her to take the medicine on time and hang up the phone. Qian Yuxian had already wiped the table, and Mrs. Zhang mopped the floor dry.

"I'm really sorry, Miss Wen, I thought it was my cup for a moment."

"fine."

Seeing that Wen Rong didn't care at all, Qian Yuxian relieved the tension on his face, "I won't bother you anymore."

"Again..." Before he could say a word, Qian Yuxian left with his head bowed, not even taking away the unfinished yogurt muffins on the table.

After Qian Yuxian left, Wen Rong asked Aunt Zhang: "Do you think there is something wrong with Qian Yuxian?"

Mrs. Zhang nodded, "I think so too."

Wen Rong thought of Mrs. Zhang's analysis of her last night, and asked expectantly, "How?"

"She is so pitiful, she is timid and inferior, and she is afraid of offending others." Mrs. Zhang looked distressed, and almost wiped tears from her face.

Wenrong: ...

She always felt that Qian Yuxian was a bit strange, but she couldn't see any trace of disguise. Was Qian Yuxian too powerful or was she thinking too much?

It is obvious that Wen Yang sent Qian Yuxian to her side on purpose, why?

Is it because seeing the portrait of Gu Jin and Qian Yuxian, wanting to empathize with him?Get a stand-in?

The problem is, everyone thinks that Gu Jin has a bad relationship with her, how did Wen Yang know about Gu Jin's relationship with her?

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On Friday morning, for the first time ever, Wen Rong didn't need Mrs. Zhang's life-threatening serial calls to get up, got out of the warm bed early, and took the car to the film and television city.

Today's play is very important, one in the daytime and one in the evening, and the chief director Zhang Qinghe is in charge of it himself.

Wen Rong made up and changed clothes in advance, read the script over and over again, and recited Xia Yiyi's mental activities before seduction.

Zhang Qinghe came earlier than the others. He had a solemn and deep face, and he wore a gray gown. From a distance, he looked like an old school teacher, rigid and stern.

"Are you Wen Rong?" Zhang Qinghe was surprised that someone came early to memorize the script to adapt to the environment, especially that person was Wen Rong.

Wen Rong nodded, "Yes."

Zhang Qinghe smiled appreciatively, "That's great, the first scene is your play, right?"

"En." Wen Rong suddenly felt that Zhang Qinghe was close to others, and an inexplicable affection arose in her heart, as if she had met him before.

"I heard you lost your memory?"

"Yes."

Zhang Qinghe frowned helplessly, "That's not okay, you should have forgotten about your company, right?"

Wen Rong instantly thought of all the information in the phone, and was about to ask Zhang Qinghe further, but Zhang Qinghe's phone rang, and after saying sorry, he went to a place where no one was around to answer the phone.

Zhang Qinghe, who was already serious, became colder, his voice became more and more bored, and he said in his mouth: "I'm going to shoot a movie and cause infighting... The script will come to a conclusion soon, and the actors will act in the future... No matter if there is an emotional scene or not." , there must be logic..."

Seems like something about the script.

The script she got in her hand was only ten scenes, and the latter content was supposed to be sent in the past few days, but it was delayed due to other factors.

Zhang Qinghe hung up the phone, said goodbye to Wen Rong, and left angrily.

The room suddenly became quiet, and Wen Rong continued to recite his lines. As time went by, other people came over one after another. Several makeup artists were in a hurry, coming and going, and the room became noisy.

The summer morning is extremely hot, and the temperature can be felt to rise significantly.

The sun was so hot that the fortune tree outside the house was almost wilted, but the tree was still alive with professional ethics, playing its role seriously.

Wen Rong walked into the yard, and many extra performers had already gathered at this time, sweating profusely from the sun, and wearing two or three layers of clothes, they fanned their hands to relieve the heat.

Zhang Qinghe stood upright, inspecting the circle with deep eyes. Someone next to him offered to hold an umbrella for him but was refused.

Wenrong was the one who wore the most clothes. He only stood outside for a while, sweat dripped from his hairline, and the back of his neck was pressed by his long hair.

Assistant Xiao Liang ran over with an umbrella, sweating and panting: "Fluffy, I don't think it will start so soon, let's go to a shaded place first."

"what happened?"

"That Meng Xu hasn't come yet, really, he's late again." Xiao Liang was indignant, "Why wait for him alone, who is he?"

Meng Xu is the actor who plays King Anding, a handsome and masculine man. Wen Rong has acted with him before, and he doesn't like his tone of voice very much, and has no friendship with him.

Half an hour later, amidst the wailing of the group performers, amidst the discussions among the increasingly pale-faced staff members, and before the fortune tree not far away was dead, Meng Xu arrived late.

After arriving at the scene, Meng Xu was as arrogant as usual, and the noisy people quickly silenced. Unlike other people who dared not speak out, Zhang Qinghe strode up to Meng Xu and scolded: "Why did you come so late, you know everything here? Are people waiting for you under the scorching sun?"

Meng Xu frowned, feeling annoyed at being scolded, "I have been notified in advance that I will be late, and you are the ones standing in the sun like idiots, can't you go to a place without sun?"

"What can you be late for?" Zhang Qinghe was annoyed by his attitude. If this person delays, the plan may be changed.

"If it's all like this, don't hinder me. I still have to put on makeup." Meng Xu would not say that he was late because he overslept, and he was not afraid of Zhang Qinghe.

Zhang Qinghe's chest rose and fell sharply, "Look at you, do you think it's great to be famous? Gu Jin is still on time."

Meng Xu curled his lips, "There is no Gu Jin show this morning."

"You..." Zhang Qinghe was so angry that he couldn't speak, and pointed to Wen Rong not far away, "Wen Rong, who is playing with you, will arrive at eight o'clock in the morning."

Wen Rong, who was called inexplicably, turned her head to look at the air, not wanting to be implicated.

When Meng Xu heard this, he felt even more dissatisfied, and he was angry. Comparing with Gu Jin was fine, but how could he be compared with someone like Wen Rong?

"Heh, Director Zhang, it's better not to quarrel with me." Meng Xu strode away, and before leaving, he did not forget to stare at Wen Rong, and Wen Rong shouted sharply at his back: "You are too makeup! "

Meng Xu was taken aback, and quickly touched his face. The assistant next to him reminded him: "There are no flowers."

Meng Xu gritted his teeth when he realized he was being tricked, and left at a faster speed.

Facts have proved that Meng Xu is a person who must take revenge.

When co-starring, Meng Xu frequently failed to cooperate with Wen Rong, and had to reshoot again and again.

Wen Rong's smile almost froze. A simple plot of sending a purse was disturbed by Meng Xu for so long. Who is he showing such arrogance to?

At the tenth time, Meng Xu felt that the sun was too hot, and finally cooperated with the performance, and the warmth was like an amnesty, and she didn't want to laugh in a short time.

As soon as it was over, Zhang Qinghe angrily accused Meng Xu, "Will you act?"

Meng Xu quickly blamed Wen Rong, "It's because she didn't cooperate well that I didn't perform well."

Wen Rong sneered, facing Meng Xu's arrogant and disdainful face, he swung the flower basket of acting props onto Meng Xu's face unexpectedly, "Get out, no one with a discerning eye can see that you are not cooperating with me."

Meng Xu stepped back again and again, protecting his face defensively, "What did you say?"

"Ask other people, who is not cooperating with whom." Wen Rong coldly glanced at the people around who came up to join in the fun, her always pure eyes were full of menace, and others couldn't help but keep silent.

Meng Xu snorted and looked at the crowd threateningly.

Anyone with a little brain knows who to protect and dare not offend anyone.

Someone in the crowd broke the silence, and the rest echoed.

"It's obviously Meng Xu, you don't cooperate with others."

"That's it."

"..."

Meng Xu didn't expect that things were completely unexpected, no one spoke to him, and those who wanted to please him in the past were interrupted as soon as they opened their mouths.

"Also." Wen Rong took a step forward, and kicked Meng Xu fiercely in the stomach. The undiscriminated Meng Xu fell heavily to the ground, and shouted loudly, "How dare you touch me?"

Wen Rong looked down at him, her voice was cold and firm, "I forgot to tell you, even if others talk for you, I still won't be afraid of you."

"You..." Meng Xu rolled up his sleeves and got up from the ground, his face deformed with anger, he strode forward, but was knocked down by Zhang Qinghe next to him.

"Meng Xu, my temper is even worse. I can bear you for a long time." Zhang Qinghe's eyes were red, and he couldn't bear it any longer.

Finding that everyone here turned away from him, Meng Xu, who couldn't keep his face, got up with a snort, and shouted at the assistant in the distance: "Come here yet!"

In the end, he warned with a vicious gaze: "I tell you, I still have a show tonight, if you, especially you Wen Rong, don't apologize to me personally, I won't come!"

Meng Xu scolded ferociously, Wen Rong shrugged his shoulders with a casual expression, "Goodbye, it's none of my business whether you act or not?"

"Hehe, you can figure it out."

The assistant ran over in embarrassment, Meng Xu became even more arrogant, raised his head and turned to leave, Wen Rong narrowed his eyes, raised his foot and kicked Meng Xu's ass hard again.

Meng Xu fell forward, slamming his chin on the floor, making the people around him cover their mouths and snigger like a dog eating shit.

"What are you doing?" The assistant quickly helped Meng Xu up, and cursed at Wen Rong.

Wen Rong blinked and looked puzzled, "What? What did I do?"

"Obviously you kicked our Meng Xu."

Wen Rong flicked her long hair, and said in a casual voice, "Don't wrong people, who saw that I did it?"

The assistant was speechless, looking at the silent bystander, speechless.

The people around were confused about who I am and where I came from. Even the upright director Zhang Qinghe looked up at the sky, pretending nothing happened.

"Did you, Meng Xu, accidentally slip and fall while walking on the flat road, and then your chin hit the ground, your butt was up, and you were in such a mess, you howled, and got up in a shameful way?" Wen Rong kindly helped the two of them recall.

Just as the assistant wanted to retort, Meng Xu grabbed him and shouted, "Don't embarrass me!"

The assistant bowed his head angrily, not daring to speak too much.

After the two of them left, the warmth that had been under the scorching sun for two hours was finally liberated, and they clapped their hands to remove their make-up and change their clothes.

The hair under the wig and the innermost clothes were soaked with sweat, Wen Rong's whole figure seemed to be in a steamer, as if it would be steamed in the next moment.

With a parched mouth, she looked around, where did Xiao Liang go at the critical moment?

Wen Rong stopped in her tracks, wanting to find someone to ask if anyone saw Xiao Liang.

The sunlight above her head was suddenly blocked, and a shadow appeared on the ground, like a white cloud suddenly covering the sun, but except for her circular shade, the other places were still glittering with gold.

Immediately afterwards, a bottle of iced drink was handed to her, and the outside of the cold plastic bottle was covered with mist.

"Thank you..." Just as Wen Rong took it, she suddenly realized that the hand holding the water bottle was not right.

The fingers are slender and fair, the nail color is even and healthy, and the nail surface is naturally curved, not trabecular hands.

"Gu Jin?"

Turning her head to meet her beautiful eyes, Wen Rong was surprised and delighted, "Why are you here?"

"You drink water first." Gu Jin held an umbrella with a gentle voice.

Wen Rong unscrewed the cap, raised her head and gulped, the cold drink flowed smoothly in her throat, quenching her thirst and refreshing.

"Cough cough." Wen Rong drank too fast, choked and coughed, Gu Jin had no choice but to remind her to drink slowly.

When the 350ml drink was about to bottom out, Wen Rong put down her hand and looked at Gu Jin who was holding the umbrella for her, feeling embarrassed.

She wanted to laugh, but thinking of laughing too much just now, she suppressed her smile and solemnly thanked Gu Jin: "Thank you."

Gu Jin was amused by this formal posture, what kind of trick is this fluffy?

Only at this moment did Wenrong realize what love is, an oasis in the desert, a bottle of water handed over by others during a long journey, how great this love is, this metaphor is so perfect.

Water can save lives.

"How did you come?"

"Come and see you."

Wen Rong felt even more embarrassed when she heard it, "It's very hot today, don't get sunburned."

Gu Jin smiled lightly, "Okay."

Wen Rong took off her makeup and changed her clothes. Lin Qiao, who also just took off her makeup, chatted with her beside her.

"You are so bold, you dare to do this to Meng Xu."

"Is he tough in the background?" Wen Rong wondered.

Lin Qiao opened her eyes wide, "Sure enough, those who don't know are fearless. I thought you were so bold because of Senior Gu Jin."

"I don't need to rely on Gu Jin, it should be Gu Jin who relies on me." The words "be the father of Gu Jin" suddenly flashed in Wen Rong's mind, as if she had said it before.

Lin Qiao laughed, "It seems that you really lost your memory. I thought it was gossip. Does Gu Jin still need to rely on you?"

"How does everyone know that I have amnesia?"

"I don't know who I heard it from. Anyway, there are no secrets in our circle."

Wen Rong felt that this made sense.

Lin Qiao remembered that gossip was leaked on the Internet, so she took out her mobile phone to help her find it, but she did not expect to see even more unexpected "gossip".

"Rongrong, you see this person posted a picture of Gu Jin holding an umbrella for you online, before Gu Jin's fans arrive at the battlefield, do you want to contact your manager to solve it?"

After looking at the photo, Wen Rong rested her chin in thought, "Tell me, why does this person say that I'm playing big names? Couldn't it be that I have infinite charm? Or we have a sense of CP, why are we so blind?"

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I won't be filming anymore~