When the two walked out of the hospital, Ling Zhen didn't speak.
She struggled in her mind, but still didn't know how to speak.
After sitting in the car, Wei Xi held the steering wheel with one hand, turned his head to look at her, and stretched out his hand to hook her face: "What are you worried about?"
Ling Zhen turned her face pitifully and looked at him silently.
Wei Xi smiled, and rubbed the tips of her ears with his fingertips: "To make the old man happy."
After a pause, he said again: "I won't let you live."
Ling Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they were a contracted empty-shell marriage, she was still a little afraid that the contract would require his wife to have children.
Wei Xi looked at her obviously relaxed expression, and said lightly, "I worked hard on my own."
Ling Zhen leaned on the back of the chair, looking over with a pair of clear almond eyes, "What are you trying to do?"
There were some emotions in Wei Xi's eyes that she couldn't see clearly, she fixedly looked at her, and whispered: "My future."
Something... something I hadn't imagined before, but am now looking forward to.
Ling Zhen couldn't hear his most obscure and profound connotations, but at least she understood that Wei Xi also had expectations for the future.
She couldn't help but think of the description of Wei Xi's ending in the original book. After being blackened, Wei Xi abused the protagonist upside down, but the ending suddenly disappeared in the book.
There is only one perfunctory explanation: "Afterwards, no one saw that violent and gloomy man again, it seems that he never existed."
Ling Zhen felt sore all of a sudden.
The author gave him a standard villain's growth background. He had an unfortunate childhood, lost his mother as an adult, and was betrayed and plotted along the way. Then he treated him as a tool man without emotion, suppressed the hero, slapped him in the face, made him stand at the top of the food chain and stare at all directions, and finally killed him because he couldn't solve it.
But obviously, Wei Xi also has flesh and blood, and he is much better than the gang of the male lead.
After being stared at by her soft, distressed eyes for a while, Wei Xi curled his fingers slightly, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Ling Zhen leaned his head against the back of the chair, sniffed, and said in a low voice, "Wei Xi, I know that you married me so that Mother Wei can feel at ease, but it doesn't matter, the future you are looking forward to will definitely come."
Wei Xi was silent for a moment, realizing that he might not want to hear the next words.
"In the future, you will meet many, many people. As long as you don't get angry so much, you will have everything." Ling Zhen lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, not seeing that Wei Xi's face was sinking, and added, "So don't It’s okay for me to miss it because of my existence!”
After all, she was also a passerby, who came to this world by chance and intervened in his life by accident. But after all, she doesn't belong here.
After she finished speaking, the man opposite was silent. Ling Zhen raised his eyes again, but saw that Wei Xi's eyes were dark, like the surface of a lake frozen in winter.
She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering, looking innocent.
"What's wrong?"
Instead, Wei Xi laughed angrily, turned around, and turned the steering wheel.
"It's nothing," he said, looking ahead heavily, "I just suddenly realized that I need to work harder."
—
Another week later, on a day when the temperature dropped below zero, Ling Zhen's legendary gold agent finally returned to China.
Ling Zhen heard from Wei Xi that Mr. Xing Li is a middle-aged man over thirty-five years old, with very senior qualifications in the industry, and he is a good friend with Wei Xi.
She had the feeling of a student seeing a teacher, and when she entered Qingxi and got on the elevator, she felt a little reserved.
Walking into the office, Ling Zhen finally met his manager, only to realize that it was not the serious uncle he imagined, but a handsome uncle with a refined temperament and a handsome face.
The handsome uncle heard the voice, put down the teacup, and looked up.
The little girl was wearing a plaid woolen coat, a knee-length skirt with a design sense on her lower body, and a pair of British retro double-buckle thick-soled Martin boots on her feet. She looked very autumn and winter.
She looks a little smaller than in the photo, her skin is as tender as tofu, her complexion is fair and clear, her facial features are protruding, she has a pretty and pleasing appearance.
Xing Li was very satisfied with her appearance, and nodded with a smile: "Isn't Ling really? The little girl looks really good-looking."
Wei Xi frowned, leaning forward to half-block Ling Zhen, his eyes were cold: "Have you seen enough?"
Xing Li laughed: "He is my artist now."
Wei Xi was agitated for a while.
Xing Li is not young, but he is well-maintained and has a funny personality. The little girl who sticks to him has never stopped.
He didn't want him to be Ling Zhen's manager, but Xing Li was indeed the best resource he had.
Xing Li seldom saw Wei Xi showing his emotions, and thought that this iceberg actually had a weakness, so he immediately greeted Ling Zhen in a good mood: "Come on girl, come and do it."
Ling Zhen responded obediently: "Okay."
Wei Xi's eyes were so cold that he gave him a warning look, then took Ling Zhen's wrist and asked her to sit next to him.
Xing Li smiled and knocked on the stack of materials in his hand, and said, "I checked your information, and integrated your strengths and weaknesses, as well as the shortcomings of your future development... At present, we can use the momentum of "Xianwen" , push you to put on a second-tier impurity cover, of course, gold, nine and silver will not be enough for the first and last year, let's take our time and expand fashion resources first... "
It was Ling Zhen's first serious contact with professionals in the circle, and he listened so seriously that he almost wanted to take out a paper and take notes.
Sitting next to her, Wei Xi watched her stare on others, with a hint of hostility in his eyes.
I started to regret it.
It shouldn't be brought out and let her see other people.
Xing Li was still saying: "I will pick out good film and television resources for you when I get them. You have a relatively high starting point now. The first film is a big production and big IP. You need to be more cautious when you take on movies later..."
Ling Zhen nodded seriously as if listening to a class: "Okay, okay."
Xing Li said a few more words, glanced at Wei Xi's expression, smiled meaningfully, and then picked up the teapot: "Girl, go get some water."
Ling Zhen was completely overwhelmed by his conversation and experience, and after listening to it, he did not suspect him, took the teapot and went to the tea room outside.
Wei Xi's gaze followed her, and saw her meet Zhao Yan in the tea room, who was teaching her how to use the machine.
"So worried?" Xing Li's voice pulled his gaze back.
Wei Xi glanced at him sideways, with a slightly irritable expression, "I don't feel at ease with someone like you."
Xing Li laughed out loud.
At this age, he can see everything clearly. After smiling, he glanced at him: "I see, the little girl doesn't have any feelings for you now."
Wei Xi raised his eyelids coldly, stared at him, with a half-smile: "You don't want the investment money from the Spring Festival?"
"All right, all right—" Xing Li raised his hand as if surrendering, "I'm not allowed to say..."
There was a gloomy look in Wei Xi's eyes.
Ling Zhen's voice came from outside the door. The little girl was attractive, and after standing there for a while, someone came up to talk. I don't know what interesting thing was said, Ling Zhen laughed.
Xing Li shook the teacup of Hongguan Kiln, and asked after a while: "Then what are you going to do?"
He has known Wei Xi for many years. Although he can't see through this young CEO, he has a vague understanding of his paranoia and possessiveness that are different from ordinary people.
Wei Xi looked up at the tea room, Ling Zhen had already replaced the tea bags, refilled the boiling water, and was covering the pot.
"The person she likes doesn't have to be me." Wei Xi said.
Xing Li raised his eyebrows, thinking that this master is actually open-minded? Does this mean you can let go
Ling Zhen walked back with the teapot in his hand, reached the door with a few steps, and raised his smiling face.
At this moment, Xing Li heard a low voice in his ear.
"...but it can't be someone else."
The voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of shock.
—
In a nightclub at night, a woman with curly hair and a hot figure walked in, immediately attracting a lot of attention.
A veteran came up and asked with a smile, "Beauty, do you have something on your mind?"
The woman glanced at him and sneered: "I seem to have something on my mind?"
The veteran smiled: "It looks like he's frustrated in love, so he came here looking for excitement to vent."
He Xi glared at the man.
It really made him right.
She saw the gold medal agent Xing Li come to the company today, and only after asking, did she find out that it was the agent that Wei Xi hired for Ling Zhen.
That cold man, such a cold and indifferent person, would be so concerned about a woman? But no matter how hard she tried, how hard she tried, she never got half of his attention.
He Xi has been sought after by the opposite sex since he was a child, but with Wei Xi, he is only frustrated—however, how many top-notch men like Wei Xi can meet
She was drinking alone, and her eyes moved randomly. Suddenly, she saw a familiar profile in the crowd.
That person also comes to nightclubs to fool around? …
He Xi walked over quietly, took a closer look, and was immediately disappointed—the scantily clad woman in front of her was indeed somewhat similar to Ling Zhen in appearance, but it wasn't her.
The woman realized that she was looking at herself, raised her head, and said in a sharp tone, "What are you looking at?"
He Xi looked at her contemptuously, and folded her arms: "Oh, it's nothing, I see you look like some third-tier starlet."
After she finished speaking, she wanted to leave, but the woman laughed, "You mean Ling Zhen, right?"
He Xi had a meal.
The woman might have drunk too much, and she was a little excited: "That's my sister! My sister! — A sister who married a rich husband and hooked up with male celebrities!"
He Xi's eyes suddenly lit up.
She smiled and bent down: "What male star, tell me carefully?"
The author has something to say: Wei Xi: She can’t like others
Everyone shouted the hero's name.
Ling Zhen: That’s not me QAQQQQQ! !
I'll order a box of medicine for Mr. Wei first.
pps, [the law of female supporting roles dies faster] is in normal operation~
Good night!