Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

The wind that has not entered the window sill blows up the hem of the fabric curtains, turning up a wisp of dusk along the road.

The phone was turned upside down on the blue bedside table, and after it vibrated dozens of times in a row, a hand was stretched out by the group, and a crimson string was wrapped around the cold white wrist.

The person buried in the quilt poked out half of his dark green head, he didn't bother to look at the caller ID, and turned over to answer the call.

"Song Zuzong, are you still sleeping?" A helpless female voice came from the other end of the phone, "The sun is almost setting."

"Get down to business." Song Zhi inserted her fingertips into her hair, her voice was hoarse after waking up.

"If you swear at people on Weibo in the middle of the night, you won't be able to fall asleep." Manager Linda's voice was sharp and piercing.

Song Zhi has been in domestic entertainment for two years, has no works and no acting skills, but with her face and lawless mouth, she dominates the top entertainment industry.

Because of his venomous mouth, he enjoys the title of No. [-] venomous tongue in domestic entertainment and the Disciplinary Inspection Committee of the entertainment industry.

In the early hours of this morning, Song Zhi and an [-]th line artist sparred on Weibo for three hours.The comment area was filled with smog and enthusiasm, and entries related to Song Zhi were full of hot searches.In the end, the war was paralyzed by Weibo, and the technical brother cried and begged for mercy and was forced to end.

"It was less than six o'clock this morning, and the agent on the [-]th line knelt in front of my house and cried, calling me a heartless woman and untrustworthy. Have you considered my feelings?"

A few days ago, Linda had just promised the [-]th Line's manager to keep Song Zhi's mouth shut and let his artistes live, but within three days, Song Zhi came to slap her in the face.

In the entertainment industry, anyone who offends Song Zhi will not end well. Anyone who dares to scold him for three hours without a backstage is equivalent to being sentenced to death in his career.

"Oh, he cried and knelt down, you can't bear to marry him?" Song Zhi yawned nonchalantly, "Finally found a next family?"

"Fuck off, get down to business." Linda didn't have the heart to joke with him, "A little guy like the [-]th line, why are you messing with him endlessly?"

A month ago, Song Zhi was invited to participate in a variety show. During the game played by the two partners, the [-]th line took the opportunity to touch the female guests many times.

Regardless of the camera being filmed, Song Zhi walked up to him, kicked his back, and broke three ribs.

Song Zhi has a huge number of "black fans", and behind her is a backer who cannot be offended.The [-]th-tier economic companies had to suffer from being dumb, and the TV stations didn't dare to mess with them. The recording of the program was forced to stop, and even the hot news search was not listed.

Originally, Song Zhi had forgotten about this matter. Last night, he couldn't sleep and checked Weibo. When he saw Shibaxian being selected as the "Women's Federation Propaganda Ambassador" trending search, he pretended to advocate respect for women.

The eighteenth line is willing to be a bitch. Song Zhi doesn't bother to care about it, but don't blame him for being cruel if you insist on erecting an archway.

Unexpectedly, that kid was stupid and could not help being funny, and he started to explode with just a few words.His idiot fans quickly moved into the comment section to complain about the idol, but the number of fans was not as high as one-thousandth of Song Zhi's "black fans".

"Calling him helps you sleep." Song Zhi lazily raised her eyelids, got up and went downstairs to drink water.

Linda hoarsed into the microphone, "From one o'clock in the morning to four o'clock, you told me to help me sleep? Didn't let you fall asleep for three fucking hours?"

"Oh, he doesn't even have the effect of helping sleep."

Rubbish.

Linda took a deep breath, "Song Zuzong, will you let me stop? How many years will I lose my life because of you?"

"You can't get back your lost youth no matter how long you live."

"Yes, you are young, and you haven't passed the rebellious period of youth!"

"But you've reached menopause."

Song Zhi could hear Linda's rapid and angry panting.

"If I resign, it's up to you!"

"I give you a lot of money, you can't bear it."

"Is that fucking your money? It's your husband's money!"

Half a year ago, the brokerage company unilaterally wanted to terminate the contract with Song Zhi, and the next day, Song Zhi's husband bought the entire company.

Song Zhi is safe and sound, all because of his husband - Yan Huai.

This mysterious man has never appeared in the public eye, but he can always help him settle everything neatly.

"Legal relationship, his is mine." Song Zhi said.

"Would you like some face?"

"Why, did it irritate you?" Song Zhi picked up the water glass, her Adam's apple slipped, "You're so fierce, it's normal if you can't get married."

"All right, I admit defeat." Linda understood his personality, "I just want to remind you that your Weibo account will be withdrawn and I will manage it temporarily."

"It doesn't matter."

For Song Zhi, swearing can be done anytime and anywhere, without being restricted by Weibo account at all.

"By the way, is your husband coming back soon?"

"No."

He won't come back, Yan Huai wished he would never see him again.

After all, I am a person who used indiscriminate means to have a relationship with Yan Huai, and then threatened the other party to marry him.

"Okay, let's not talk anymore, the agent on the [-]th line called again, I will deal with him first."

"Hey, just ignore him." Song Zhi said.

"what happened?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to stand the temptation, so be nice to him."

"roll!"

After the phone was hung up, Song Zhi's shoulders drooped loosely. He bent over and embedded himself in the leather sofa, burying his body in the crook of his arms.

He hates being mentioned about Yan Huai, as long as he thinks of him, his heart is like being soaked in unsweetened lemon sparkling water, and he can't calm down for a long time.

Like the dream he had when he fell asleep last night.

He has not seen him for nearly two years, Song Zhi still dreams about him every now and then, and even shamelessly repeats the plot of that night in his dreams.

Two years ago, even though he was half asleep and half awake at that time, he still remembered the tie button that he mustered up the courage to tear open, as well as the temperature that the other party left on him.

He never forgot that experience, and the tenderness given by Yan Huai was engraved in his heart.

Song Zhi ruffled her hair and forced herself to stop thinking about it.Always find something to do, so as not to miss him.

He clicked on WeChat and found Linda's profile picture.

"You initiated a transfer: 20000."

Linda: "What?"

"Take it and apply for a beauty card."

Linda: "Finally know how difficult it is for you, my conscience has found out?"

"That's not true. I'm just afraid that you will get wrinkled from anger, and you won't find a boyfriend."

Linda: "Get out!!!"

Song Zhi hugged the phone and laughed for a while, then continued to type a few words.

"Have you deleted it?"

"Linda has turned on friend verification, and you are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first, and the other party can only chat after verification."

As expected, Song Zhi turned off the phone and threw it aside.Linda can delete him every few days, and the chat records of the two are interspersed with various system prompts.

It will have to be added back in a few days, which is not too strenuous.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhi rubbed her stomach and came to the restaurant.He doesn't like having outsiders at home, and Aunt Lan, the nanny, will deliver three meals a day and clean the room at a fixed time.

Breakfast and lunch were on the table intact.Song Zhi had no appetite and didn't bother to warm it up. He returned to the living room, took out a bag of potato chips from the snack table spread all over the coffee table, and sat back on the sofa.

On the TV, the local satellite TV was broadcasting a youth idol drama. The second male lead was the [-]th line whose ribs were broken by Song Zhi. He didn't change the channel and took a bite of potato chips.

I only knew that the singing on the [-]th line was ugly, but I didn't expect the acting skills to be so bad.

Really eat.

"How dare you join the entertainment industry without backstage and acting skills?" Song Zhi said to herself to the TV, "If you have time to set up an archway, why don't you go back and study compulsory education."

There were clicking sounds in the room except for TV programs and potato chips. At this time, Song Zhi was the only one in the house.

With potato chips hanging from his mouth, Song Zhi turned his head to follow the sound, and in the direction of the door, he found the maker of the sound.

Inside the mahogany-colored double doors stood a man in a dark windbreaker.He pushed the black suitcase with his hands, his handsome face could not guess his mood, and he took care of it meticulously from head to toe.

Song Zhi froze in place, he could hear the sound of his heart stalling and beating.

The reunion after a two-year absence flooded his mind with memories, flooding him with clarity.

This person whom he secretly liked since he was 15 years old, the person who caused him insomnia last night, was standing a few meters away from him.

The wind outside the door violently blew the hem of his clothes, and the setting sun behind him gave Yan Huai a layer of fluffy edges, his neckline was slightly open, but Song Zhi's eyes were fixed on the sleek mole on the left side of his Adam's apple.

Two years ago, he had kissed there.

His brain was filled with heavy metal in an instant, but he could still hear the sound of rushing water. Like an unconditioned reflex, he stood up quickly, with his hands behind his back, "you, you come back."

"Yeah." Yan Huai's eyes only paused in front of him for a few seconds, then he came back to take off his windbreaker.

Song Zhi, who was no longer being paid attention to, was relieved. He took a deep breath, pressed his legs and tried hard to stop their weakness, turned around and ran up the stairs.

"Stop." Yan Huai called him, with a serious command tone, "Your husband doesn't know how to greet you when he comes back?"

Song Zhi could say the word "husband" freely in any occasion without Yan Huai, but when "husband" really stood in front of him, he didn't even dare to breathe.

Song Zhi's fingertips curled up into his palms, he suppressed his panic and unreasonable joy, and turned around abruptly.

"hiss--"

On the way, Song Zhi's forearm brushed against the edge of the metal decoration, and the pain spread along his scalp. He didn't care about anything else, and hurried to Yan Huai's side.

The geometric chandelier lit up the spacious corridor, but Song Zhi only dared to stop at the black suitcase. He held the metal handle, "I, I'll help you, take it..."

"Need not."

Song Zhi's arm was caught by Yan Huai, the warm and dry palm was pressed against the skin, and every capillary was desperately dilated.

"What are you hiding?" Yan Huai clenched his hands tightly, and pulled him closer.

Song Zhi forgot to respond, his teeth hit his lower lip, silently counting the seconds in his heart.

Yan Huai glanced at the scratch on his arm, and his fair skin was red and glaring, "Does it hurt?"

Song Zhi shook her head, her eyes stopped on her toes.

A cloud of hydrogen gas was blown into the body, and it was suspended in mid-air, fluctuating up and down, being led by someone with a thin string, at its mercy.

"Reckless." Yan Huai's tone was thought-provoking.

The other party didn't seem to intend to let him go easily. He wrapped his knuckles around his wrist, dragged the skin and rubbed it twice, "I lost weight."

Song Zhi's brain was rusted, and he shook his head mechanically, realizing that it was inappropriate to refute the other party, so he simply nodded.When he was tortured until he had a headache, Yan Huai finally let go of his hand.

The latter pushed the luggage aside and walked inside.

Song Zhi tremblingly followed behind, not daring to raise his head, and could only control the distance between them according to the shadow cast by the overhead light.

Yan Huai came to the sofa and stopped.

Song Zhi followed the front, keeping her eyes on Yan Huai's feet, almost out of breath.

On the white wool carpet, potato chips were scattered all over the floor, which were accidentally dropped due to nervousness just now.

Song Zhi broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly squatted on the ground to clean up.

"No, call Aunt Lan to collect it later."

Song Zhi was still holding some crumbs of potato chips with his fingertips. He stood up slowly, like a child who made a mistake, with his hands behind his back, waiting to be criticized.

Half a minute later, he heard Yan Huai's sigh, "Go upstairs."

Song Zhi, who had been liberated, nodded and didn't dare to hesitate for a moment. She twirled the potato chip crumbs and ran upstairs. His room was on the third floor of the villa.

When she first walked to the second floor, Song Zhi felt unwilling, since she hadn't seen her for so long, she had to take another look.

He looked back, and the next second he met Yan Huai's eyes.From the eyes of the other party, what he saw was not the joy of reuniting after a long absence, but subtle irritability and loss.

Brother Yan Huai didn't want to see him, and was not happy to see him.

Song Zhi was poured into ice water, shivering from the cold.He narrowed his eyes, lost and ran back to the room.

He locked himself in the bedroom, nestled in the quilt with a stuffed rabbit in his arms.

The rabbit was given to him by brother Yan Huai.

After her heartbeat subsided, Song Zhi stretched out her hand from under the quilt, her eyes resting on her arm.

It's just an ordinary scratch, and the pain here has long since disappeared, but the area touched by Yan Huai is still burning, and the contact traces of each joint of the other party are engraved in his mind, which can never be erased.

I haven't seen you in two years, and I still miss you.

Obviously they can live in peace, why did he come back suddenly?It can't be a divorce, but the terms of the agreement did not stipulate the date of divorce.

Even if you want a divorce, you can just ask his assistant to do it. Yan Huai didn't show up in person when he got the marriage certificate.

The phone vibrated, and Song Zhi got out of the quilt, "You can't help it in less than an hour?"

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." Linda was rude, "Remind you, there will be a charity fundraising event at [-] o'clock tonight, the driver will pick you up, there will be a reporter to take pictures, and you should wear formal clothes."

"Also, dye your green hair back." Linda was annoyed, "Don't make it look like your husband put on a cuckold for you, bad luck."

The dark green hair color on his head was dyed by Song Zhi and Linda in anger a few days ago. He once had green hair on his head and was invited to be a guest on an amateur love show.

Song Zhi rubbed her hair, "I'm not going."

"Yu Chengyuan was dressed up to attend, have you withdrawn from the battle?"

Although Song Zhi has a poisonous mouth, she is not unreasonable, scolding anyone she sees.But he and the movie star Yu Chengyuan have a conflict that will never be cleared up. Song Zhi hates him to the bone, and will not let go of any opportunity to ridicule him.

"Temporary truce."

"What's wrong? Get over your evil ways and start a new life?" Linda teased, "Should I send an official announcement saying that you have surrendered?"

"Joke, he hasn't knelt down to call Dad, how could I admit defeat."

"What's the matter?"

Song Zhi's throat was astringent, "He's back, I have to be more honest recently."

"Who?"

"my husband."

"Oh, he's pretty active."

"What do you mean?"

Linda didn't seem surprised that Yan Huai came home.But she and Yan Huai have nothing to do with each other, and Yan Huai's assistant will solve everything. Linda is not eligible for Yan Huai's itinerary at all.

"How do you know?" Song Zhi asked.

"You asked him to come back, forget?"

"When did I let him come back?" He had no contact with Yan Huai in the past two years.

"Do you still remember the marriage and love variety show on Starfield TV?"

Two months ago, the TV station paid a lot of money to invite Song Zhi to participate in a variety show of marriage and love - heartbeat 100%.

Yu Chengyuan will also join the variety show, and Song Zhi will never miss any activities with him.This program requires both partners to participate, but he doesn't even know where Yan Huai is.

Seeing that Song Zhi didn't reply, Linda continued: "In order not to lose to Yu Chengyuan, you called your husband yourself that day."

"impossible."

Song Zhi would rather kneel down in front of Cheng Yuan and call her father than call Yan Huai.

As for inviting Yan Huai to participate in the marriage variety show?Unless let him die.

"I knew you didn't recognize it, but luckily I recorded the video." Through the phone, Song Zhi heard the sound of pressing a button, "Here, I sent it to you, enjoy it slowly."

Linda added calmly: "Tsk, it's very exciting!"

Song Zhi clicked on the video, and in the picture he still had his silver-gray hair dyed two months ago.He was sitting in the bar card room, surrounded by noisy background sounds, even if the environment was dim, it couldn't stop his flushed face from drunkenness.

In the video, he took out his mobile phone and said to the camera: "You wait, I'll call him back now, and we'll fuck that bastard together!"

Song Zhi, who was drunk, did not flip through the address book, but pressed the keyboard while talking.The eleven numbers that I know so well are indeed Yan Huai's number.

Outside the video, Song Zhi's knuckles were pale, and he sat bowed beside the bed, holding his breath.

Yan Huai's voice appeared in the video, with a tone that hooked his soul, "Hello."

In the next second, the phone was thrown out crazily until the metal edge slid to the corner of the wall, and there was a crisp knocking sound, and the sticky and coquettish tail sound was not over yet.

Song Zhi in the video shouted to the person on the other end of the phone: "Husband~~"