I am the best looking [entertainment circle]

The night was cool, and everything was covered in mist and dew.Originally, the summer night should be sultry, but at this time everything seemed to be covered with a thin layer of veil. Yin Zikun couldn't see Jin Weizheng clearly, and he didn't know if he was still drunk or sleepy.

Everything about Jin Weizheng is hazy, and his outline becomes more and more beautiful under this softening.In fact, Jin Weizheng's appearance is not the type of handsome boy that girls like, but his temperament is very outstanding. Everyone only needs to look at his back to think that he is an artist.

Jin Weizheng also makes films, but they are all niche literary and artistic films, niche literary and artistic films, loved to death, hated to death.He was too picky, and he didn't make many films in the end, but he has accumulated a good reputation.

Jin Weizheng never has any bright red or purple colors, they are all calm, consistent, or well-matched colors, but the only thing that remains unchanged is his forever famous brand, which is upright, low-key and elegant. Not low-key.

Jin Weizheng's speech made Yin Zikun a little confused.He had never tasted the taste of Jin Weizheng, and the other party was not a person who gave alms to others casually, so he asked. "You are responsible for saying this."

"When I didn't say it."

"In the past, you wouldn't say such coquettish words, Mr. Jin. Is it because you have become more courageous or sister-in-law can't carry a knife anymore?" Yin Zikun laughed and laughed, wanting to ease the awkward atmosphere at the moment.He behaved fairly freely in front of Jin Weizheng, saying whatever he wanted, regardless of whether Jin Weizheng listened or not, anyway, he was not taboo.

Unexpectedly, Jin Weizheng did not speak, but Yin Zikun clearly saw his eyes flicker.

Yin Zikun murmured that something was wrong, this was the prelude to a story.

If it was someone else's story, Yin Zikun would definitely accept it as soon as it was good, and never waited for him to tell it. But the story of Jin Weizheng, even if Yin Zikun wanted to force him, he would force him to speak.So Yin Zikun grabbed the opponent's flickering spot and bit down hard. "Is sister-in-law okay?"

Jin Weizheng interrupted him immediately. "do not talk."

"Sister-in-law is sick?"

"Stop talking." Jin Weizheng raised his tone.Jin Weizheng never talked with his voice open, his tone was always lower and softer than ordinary people, and his tone was raised, but it was just like a normal person speaking.But Yin Zikun received Jin Weizheng's information too keenly, and he realized that Jin Weizheng was angry.

His anger is so gentle that one wants to watch him go manic.Yin Zikun quickly thought of the car accident. If Jin Weizheng was injured, then the people who went with him...

"Sister-in-law is seriously injured?"

"Stop talking!" Jin Weizheng growled.Looking at it from Yin Zikun's angle, it may be an illusion, and the other party's eye sockets turned red at that moment.Jin Weizheng's ability to adjust his state is not covered, his tone returned to normal almost in the next second, but the glance just now was not an illusion, Jin Weizheng's eye sockets were really red, more than that, the whites of his eyes were burning bluish.

Yin Zikun knew that this state was either extremely sad, or burnt to the ground—obviously not the latter.

Yin Zikun was thinking about whether he should apologize, but Jin Weizheng spoke again, his tone was very dull, not the dullness deliberately suppressed in the past, but a natural taste. "She's gone."

"what?"

Yin Zikun was really astonished.

"That car accident." Jin Weizheng obviously didn't want to say anything more, his expression was a bit tired.He has a very good temper, and if he was put on someone else, he would have been furious.

But... Yin Zikun remembered that they still had a child.

How is the baby?

Yin Zikun didn't ask, it was the first time that he was not afraid of anything and didn't dare to ask.

Yin Zikun's next move made Jin Weizheng equally astonished. This boy who didn't touch Yang Chunshui silently started to clean up the table and sweep the floor, barely making a sound.

It's just that when everything was tidied up, the boy sat beside him cleanly. "Can I see your wound?"

"I don't want to show you." Jin Weizheng said.

"Then go to bed early, good night, Mr. Jin."

As expected, Jin Weizheng did not speak again.