Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Chen Ziran paid the taxi fare, turned around and looked at the tall TV station building, and after looking at it for a long time, he found a place to sit by the fountain and flower bed outside the building, and his eyes were fixed on the circle of the building. Glass door.Sure enough, the glass door swiveled, and someone should have come out of it...

Chen Ziran frowned, he seemed to see a white shadow drifting past, that shadow seemed to glance at him - he couldn't see the face clearly, but that look... seemed to be...

When Chen Ziran wanted to identify it carefully, the shadow had disappeared.Look at the two security guards chatting at the door - they don't seem to notice...

Chen Ziran took out his mobile phone and dialed Qing Huan's number - of course this number belonged to Xiao Wen, the only gain he gained from transferring from another school seemed to be that he got the number from him.

However, no one answered the phone, Chen Ziran did not give up and continued to call...

Besides, M is going to prepare for the show, and the rest are not free. The manager needs to contact the staff for the next schedule, and the other assistants also have their own busy affairs. Qing Huan is relatively free, as long as she helps with management M's personal items are fine.

"Bang—" Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door.

Qing Huan looked at the door, only to see Sean in a blue-gray casual suit coming back. He seemed to have bumped into the door frame just because he didn't stand still.When Qing Huan looked over, he happened to meet his gaze—his eyes were slightly red, and he stared straight at Qing Huan, probably because of the interlaced projection of the light in the lounge and corridor, the pupils were slightly blurred. A strange light... There seems to be something wrong with him...

Qing Huan saw that he seemed to be walking towards her, and had a bad feeling——At this moment, someone grabbed Sean from behind——

"Sean, so you're here, we've been looking for you for a long time, come here...the show is about to start recording, hurry up..."

It seems to be Sean's manager and assistant, they are pulling Sean to the direction of the studio, Sean doesn't seem to be so willing... and the way he looks back at Qing Huan makes Qing Huan feel a little trembling...

"Xiao Wen, I just wanted to say that your phone seems to be vibrating..." Xiao Ke said to Qing Huan.

"Oh." Qing Huan came back to her senses, turned around and picked up the backpack on the side, and took out the phone from inside. Sure enough, the phone was still vibrating, and the screen showed that there were already more than a dozen incoming calls...it was Chen Ziran.

"Hey?"

Hearing Qing Huan's voice over there, he fell silent for a while before saying, "What are you doing?"

"I'm at work. The phone is on vibrate mode. I kept it in my bag just now, so I only know that there is an incoming call now." Qing Huan explained.

"Ah."

Qing Huan asked strangely: "You called me just to ask this?"

"Ah."

Qing Huan was speechless: "Boring... well, I can't answer the phone for too long, bye."

"Ah."

Qing Huan hung up the phone, he wouldn't know that Chen Ziran was nervous and uneasy just now because he didn't answer the phone.

The recording of M's program has started, and the manager took two assistants to the studio to watch. Qing Huan can only watch things here, but he will also use his time to take out his textbooks and start previewing...Suddenly, outside There was a loud noise, as if something had happened...

"It's not good, something happened in the studio..."

"Go and see..."

Hearing the news of the accident in the studio, Qing Huan hurriedly put down her textbooks and rushed over. M was in studio No. 3, and there were many people around there. Qing Huan squeezed in to see, it was really... a mess.

There were shards of glass on the floor in the studio, which should be the cups of the guests, and the chairs were overturned on the ground. The two hosts, a man and a woman, were caught off guard before they could react. They stood aside, and the guests...

Xiao Ke had warned Qing Huan before that the two senior artists were also pale at the moment, completely gone from their usual arrogance...

Qing Huan saw M standing there with a blank expression on his face, while Sean standing in front of him fell to the ground, his clothes were a little messy, and he looked weird.

Suddenly Sean picked up the broken glass at the side, leaped forward, and rushed towards M at a strangely fast speed——

"M!" Qing Huan cried out.

M glanced at Qing Huan, and then he was thrown down by Sean... The staff who were standing still around hurriedly rushed up, Qing Huan was squeezed away at first, and then squeezed up—— By this time Sean had been dragged away, and M...

Qing Huan saw a long slit on his face, blood gushed out instantly, and his whole face was stained red with blood...

"Ah—" Surrounded by the screams of female artists and staff.

"M!" Qing Huan grabbed M's hand, "You..."

M held Qing Huan's hand back, he opened his eyes, the blood seeped into the eyes, the silver-gray eyes turned red...

Chen Ziran was sitting by the flower bed, looking at the door from time to time.Until an ambulance arrived, and seeing the ambulance, Chen Ziran frowned—could something have happened inside...

After a while, a group of people came out from the building, and then Chen Ziran saw Qing Huan among the crowd, he was relieved to see that Qing Huan was safe, and then noticed the blood-faced person beside Qing Huan... …

Chen Ziran opened his mouth and called out, "Xiao...Xiao Wen!"

Qing Huan turned her head and glanced at Chen Ziran, it was just a glance, and before she had time to say anything, he got into the ambulance with his manager and the others.

Looking at the ambulance leaving in a hurry, Chen Ziran frowned...

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M is disfigured, the scar is very long and deep, and the bone is almost visible... The doctor's suggestion is to do plastic surgery, but there is no guarantee that it can be completely restored...

Brokers are going crazy...

"I'm going to contact the best doctor in the best hospital, if not, let's go abroad..." the agent rambled.

M leaned against the head of the bed with a bandage on his face: "No need."

"What did you say?" The agent couldn't believe it.

M looked at him: "It's just a face, a scar won't affect anything."

"Mori, what are you kidding? You are a model, an entertainer, and you earn your living by your appearance..."

M smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Then I won't be an artist."

One sentence was like a bomb, and the managers and assistants present felt that the sky was about to fall.

If M stops being an artist, then their studio will be gone, and everything before that will be meaningless.

Qing Huan listened from the side, opened her mouth, but did not speak after all.

"I'm tired, you go out first." M said.

The manager gritted his teeth: "Mori, think about it carefully, your decision is very important."

"Ah."

A string of people went out, Qing Huan was the last to go, and was suddenly stopped——

"Xiao Wen, you stay here."

"Huh? Oh."

The manager patted Qing Huan on the shoulder, "Xiao Wen, please persuade me well."

"Oh."

As a result, only Qing Huan and M were left in the ward.

Qing Huan sat down beside the hospital bed: "What happened at that time?"

"Sean suddenly went crazy and out of control, I'm the victim." M said innocently.

"Even if he has resentment towards you, he will not attack you on that occasion... After this incident, his acting career will definitely be ruined." Qing Huan couldn't figure it out.

"If it was him himself, of course he wouldn't do that."

"What do you mean?"

"From the time he entered the arena, I discovered that there is an evil force in his body."

"He..." Qing Huan recalled the weird Sean at that time, his eyes... "Is he possessed by a ghost?"

M nodded: "It should be."

"You knew something was wrong with him, why didn't you say it?"

"Say it..." M raised an eyebrow: "Do you think others will believe it?"

Indeed... If M said it, no one would take it seriously.

Qing Huan thought about it, and finally asked——

"Did you...do it on purpose?"

Qing Huan couldn't help being suspicious, because it is impossible for M to be incapable of resisting, and he can completely avoid it...

"I'm human now," M said, "I can't escape in that situation."

"……But……"

Why is that scar on the face...just like the scar on M's face...

"This game has begun, and I will follow the rules of the game... Now," M stared at Qing Huan: "It's time for the game to end."