Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

Zhuang Ruoren's [-]th day is approaching, and Yan Lan is worried that coming to worship that day will attract unnecessary attention. It just so happens that the cemetery is not open to the public today, and he is also free. up.

At that time, he was still Mrs. Zhuang and had a secondary card.

The journey was smooth and smooth, but I never expected to meet the rightful owner when I left.

The honorable Mr. Zhuang blocked the road and approached aggressively. Yan Lan had no choice but to get out of the car with great reluctance and put one hand on the door, expressing that he did not want to stay longer.

Zhuang Yunliu stood still in front of him, relying on his body advantage to look down on him, and said eccentrically, "The car is not bad."

Yan Lan clenched her fingers irritably, and the confusion and tension of meeting for the first time after the divorce disappeared, "Just lend me Mr. Zhou's car."

The word "Zhou Zong" stabbed Zhuang Yunliu like a knife, and he became even more eccentric, "The radiant star still needs to borrow a car? Sheng Ming is so good at squeezing people?"

"It's not as good as Huanxing oppressing people." Yan Lan gave Zhuang Yunliu a mocking look, "And with Mr. Zhuang and Huanxing here, how can I be so brilliant?"

"It really is you." Zhuang Yunliu crossed his arms.

"what?"

"Start a live broadcast to show weakness, and then find outsiders who flaunt objectivity and rationality to write articles to attack Huanxing. I am too familiar with your routine."

Yan Lan suddenly understood that Zhuang Yunliu thought it was all designed by him.

Indeed, from an operational point of view, the benefits of doing so are considerable. If he is allowed to plan, he may indeed come up with similar ideas, but...

Zhuang Yunliu decided without even asking.

Even Zhou Ming was worried that he would disagree so he dared not tell him in advance, but Zhuang Yunliu...

He has always looked at himself so coldly, and it has never changed.

Yan Lan lowered her head and smiled, at this moment, denial is meaningless.

"Mr. Zhuang is serious. It is obvious that Mr. Zhuang cut off my resources first. Shengming is a small company and I am a small artist. In order to survive, I must find a way. Mr. Zhuang should understand."

"You mean to push him into King Yu?" Zhuang Yunliu frowned, "Small hearts, if you insist on treating legitimate competition as malicious suppression, I can't help it."

Yan Lan sneered, "Yes, at the position of Mr. Zhuang, everything is a legitimate competition."

Of course, Zhuang Yunliu couldn't fail to hear that Yan Lan was mocking him, and suddenly became angry, and was about to speak, but saw Yan Lan's face changed, and his eyes turned completely cold.

"Do you know what other people say about me? They say that I thought you liked me, but it was just a replacement; they say that I am a replacement but advertise myself as a genuine product, and my face is as big as a pot; Divorce, I have never been mentioned in public, but I was specially promoted for Cheng Junyu; I was said to be a self-inflicted slut, after a long time of tossing, I could only sign a small rich second-generation company just for fun; There are more and more ugly things, I am too embarrassed to say."

"So what? Does this have something to do with me?" Zhuang Yunliu asked without any emotion, "I didn't specifically find the navy to target you. Besides, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear the weight. Which star has not been scolded? His debut is You choose by yourself, you know what kind of pressure you will face, don’t you think it’s ridiculous to say this now? If you can’t bear it, you don’t have to be an artist.”

Yan Lan was taken aback.

Then reflect for a moment.

He was impulsive again, and once again he talked emotionally about his heart and complained about his suffering, subconsciously thinking that Zhuang Yunliu might understand him, but in fact he was talking about chicken and duck.

Reality woke him up again. It was definitely a mistake to get out of the car, speak, and say so many words today.

Completely disappointed, he didn't say a word, turned around and opened the door.

Zhuang Yunliu suddenly said: "Which resources do you think I have disturbed? Tell them, and I will let them give you."

Yan Lan's hand on the car door paused, and she glanced over from the corner of her eye, "No need."

The car door has been opened, and the next step is to get in the car. I thought this was the end, but Zhuang Yunliu unexpectedly stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

"Do you think I did this out of kindness? You are wrong. I just want you and your boss Zhou to know that I can kill you according to your mood. "

Yan Lan looked at him in surprise.

In my impression, although Zhuang Yunliu was domineering, he was never a person who entangled too much, especially with people and things that had passed and were not worth caring about.

What happened to him today?

His posture is very tall, his eyes are sharp, and his speech is even more ruthless than ever before.

"A small company that has just been established, and an artist who has only debuted for a month, is he worthy of competing with Huanxing?! Let me tell you clearly now, and your Mr. Zhou, you have pissed me off, so I will simply give you resources , so that you are convinced to lose. Just wait and see, there will be no more Sheng Ming in this world soon."

Yan Lan's expression changed from surprise to unbelievable, and it took a long time to digest these emotions, and said through gritted teeth: "You are exactly the same as what was written in that article."

Zhuang Yunliu snorted nonchalantly, "You've already been beaten into a bad person, so how can you not really do something bad?"

Yanlan: ...

He suddenly felt that Zhuang Yunliu had gone crazy.

He had never seen Zhuang Yunliu like this before, it was like the "blackening" in a film and television drama.

After declaring war, Zhuang Yunliu shook off Yan Lan's arm, went back, got into his car, and left gracefully.

Yan Lan stood there alone.

Dusk will be dark, the sky will be clouded, and there will be no one around.

On the outskirts of the cemetery, amidst the solitude, his heart seemed to have sunk into an endless valley.

Not long ago, he stood in front of Zhuang Ruoren's tomb, and even though he never believed in ghosts and gods, he was completely unable to say that he and Zhuang Yunliu had divorced.

He still told Zhuang Ruoren with a kind expression on the photo of the tombstone not to worry, saying that he and Zhuang Yunliu were very happy and would be happy for the rest of their lives.

How stupid he looks now.

Sure enough, people can't lie, there seems to be a force of punishment in the dark, didn't Zhuang Yunliu appear just as soon as he turned his head?

Without saying a word, he tore off the mask he had put on, and poured out his disgust for him with thunderous words.

Suddenly there was the sound of a car, and Zhuang Yunliu came back.

But he didn't get out of the car, just opened the window and said, "Don't come here again."

Yan Lan was taken aback.

"It's troublesome if people see it."

"I……"

Just as he was about to say that he would absolutely keep it secret, Zhuang Yunliu directly sentenced him to death with the next sentence——

"And don't you always say that it doesn't matter if you get divorced? If that's the case, what right do you have to come and see my grandfather? Mr. Yan, please do what you say."

Yanlan:! ! !

He stared at Zhuang Yunliu, his eyes trembling in disbelief.

Although Zhuang Yunliu's previous words shocked him, he could still face them rationally, but now he can't.

...to kill people.

Zhuang Yunliu knew how to provoke him, why...

He just wanted to maintain the last bit of emotion and attachment in his heart, Zhuang Yun Lumen knew...

He knew it, but he didn't let it.

The muscles on Yan Lan's face trembled uncontrollably, as if there was a fire in his body, if he didn't leave, he wasn't sure what he would do.

Pressing down on the car door with an involuntary hand, he drove away under the stimulation of almost crazily surging blood, his teeth chattering all the way, his feet kept speeding up, and sweat broke out layer after layer.

Stomach hurts again.

Recently, he has gotten used to this kind of pain, and he always harass him at unexpected times, and he will recover after drinking some hot water and resting, and then forget about this pain.

But today he suddenly realized that he couldn't handle it.

Gradually spread from one point to the surrounding, intensified, and then involved the back and legs.

The unspeakable tearing made him groan/groan subconsciously, making him unable to concentrate, so he had to quickly park the car on the side of the road and bowed in his seat.

He has always been strong, but now he panicked, as if he had a premonition that if he didn't ask for help or receive treatment, the consequences would be disastrous.

Touching the mobile phone on the navigation stand to call Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming answered in seconds, with his signature bright voice.

"President Zhou..." Yan Lan bit her lower lip, trying to restrain her trembling.

Zhou Ming heard it, and immediately felt like an enemy.

"Yanlan?! What's wrong with you?!"

"My stomach hurts..." He couldn't straighten up anymore, lying on the steering wheel, pressing his stomach with one hand, sweating all over his body, "It hurts so much, I don't know what's wrong..."

"Where are you now?"

Yan Lan raised her head and looked around, her vision was blurred, and before she could recognize it, Zhou Ming said again through the receiver: "Send me the location, stay where you are, and I'll call an ambulance."

"Okay, but..."

"I know, don't worry about the confidentiality issue, and send the location quickly."

This tacit understanding gave him a sense of security, but now he has no intention of experiencing it any more.

The unfamiliar pain made him more frightened, and he suddenly thought of something, something that he had put down a long time ago, but at this moment, the alarm bell suddenly sounded.

How, how could it be?

Didn't the doctor say...

"Uh……"

He twisted his body uncomfortably, clenched his hands again and again, hesitated and hesitated, prepared and prepared, and finally went to feel under his legs.

……wet.

Then, with the sound of a heartbeat that was about to jump out of his chest, he stretched out his hand to the headlights, only to see that the palm of his hand was bright red, which was shocking.

Heartbeats stopped almost simultaneously.

……

Zhuang Yunliu stood silently in front of Zhuang Ruoren's tomb.

He originally wanted to talk to grandpa to relieve his boredom, but for some reason, now standing here, he became more and more irritable for no reason, more and more at a loss, unable to say a word.

Had to leave dejectedly.

The cemetery is built on the mountain, and the terrain is quite undulating.

There are many steps on the road to leave, and it was dark in the evening. Zhuang Yunliu turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone to light it up. He didn't know why, but he clearly saw that the steps in front of him had not been completed, but his legs suddenly became uncontrollable. I stumbled, and the whole person rolled down the steps unexpectedly.

The author has something to say:

Mr. Zhuang is completely dead, and he turned the other side, the end of this article (not