You Are My Gravity

Zhong Wenqing became more and more frightened as she thought about it. She was drunk in her popular female celebrity setting and couldn't help herself. She was drunk in the spotlight, drunk on the overwhelming online us, drunk on the fans' pursuit of her.

If there is no such thing, she thinks she will die.

So even if she felt that her hands were getting hot, Zhong Wenqing still refused to let go. Even so far, Zhong Wenqing never thought of giving up her sons.

In other words, she has no self-confidence in herself, she can't do without the spotlight, she can't bear the blessings of the halo, so she has to keep these little ghosts.

Unscrupulous, but also red, this is Zhong Wenqing.

The knock on the door in the room became weaker and weaker, and the screams gradually became inaudible.

Zhong Wenqing knew that either her sons were full or the assistant passed out.

She didn't dare to go in now. She was worried that the assistant had passed out, but the sons had not eaten enough. If she went in now, it would be like sending herself into the tiger's mouth.

Zhong Wenqing has no guilt for her assistants. She gives them so many years every year. Of course, they have to pay for her when she needs help the most.

Otherwise, why would she spend so much money to support them.

At this moment, Zhong Wenqing only hates that she can't do anything to seal the door, otherwise, she will call all her three assistants over, so that her sons can eat at once.

...

At this time, on the 17th floor, Yu Chengjing had softly knocked on the director's door.

The director opened the door with a yawn and complained: "You said you, come back at this time, you go to bed, what's the matter, tomorrow...you, eh...what's wrong with you?"

As the director was talking, I saw that Yu Chengjing fell into the room as if losing support.

The director hurriedly helped Yu Chengjing: "What's the matter with you, why is this expression ugly like this?"

At this time, Yu Chengjing could no longer walk with his legs. He felt that neither of his legs belonged to his own: to be able to support the aisle from the elevator, Yu Chengjing really had exhausted his whole body strength...

The director was taken aback by Yu Chengjing's appearance, and dragged him to sit on the sofa in the room.

"Tell me, what's your situation, hey..." The director sighed. He thought that Yu Chengjing was upset because of his wife's derailment: "I know, this kind of thing happened in your family, and you must be in a bad mood. But, you are still young, you can't just be decadent because of such a woman, you..."

Yu Chengjing: "The director...is not..."

The director was a little surprised: "No? You didn't have an accident at home, so this... was lost?"

Yu Chengjing shook his head: "It's not because of the family, the director...I'm almost urinating..."

director……

"Are you... scared to pee?"

Yu Chengjing had almost recovered her voice at this time. Although she was still a little trembling, she could already say in a sentence: "I just arrived at the hotel. I thought I would go back to my room to rest first, but I didn't expect..."

The director is curious: "What did not expect?"

Yu Chengjing wanted to describe what he saw, but when he thought of Zhong Wenqing's face, he felt his stomach churning: "I saw... saw... no more, no more, when I thought about it, I was afraid...I... …vomit……"

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