Qiao Yimo sits in a ****, his hand wrapped around the gauze pauses slightly, her pink lips slowly pursed, her eyes droop, her voice becomes a bit low, "Nan Nan, your books are all happy endings," Putting my story in your book is destined to be a tragedy, so you should stop writing it."
Mo Nan, her college classmate and best friend, her main job is a voice actor, and her side job is a popular online writer, but few people know this identity except for her.
Similarly, she likes Fu Sinian, and Mo Nan also knows about marrying him, so she prepared a new work with her as the background. The main reason is that she thinks her story is very bloody, and it is still in blood. There is a trace of unusual novelty.
Mo Nan was a little puzzled, "What tragedy? You two have been living in harmony for two years, with no emotions and carnal desires. I am very optimistic. This month, do you have any dry goods for me?"
"..."
Qiao Yimo groaned for a moment, and said helplessly: "You should check it on the Internet first. I will tell you about the specific details another day."
"There is no need to change the day, just tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I will come back two days in advance, just for you. Uh... By the way, will you be busy filming the next two days tomorrow?"
busy
Qiao Yimo showed a trace of self-deprecating on her face. If it doesn't work, she might not be busy in the future.
She faintly said: "It's not busy, just tomorrow, I'll make an appointment with you at that time."
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Yimo checked the time. It was already late, and Fu Sinian was still in the study... Or did he go back to the second bedroom
A little anxious in her heart, but she still didn't do anything, opened the quilt and lay down, with a trace of expectation, turning on the light and waiting.
In the study room, the smoke was filled, and there was a deep depression in the darkness and silence, Fu Sinian never left.
The man sitting quietly behind the desk was handsome and calm, with one hand on the table and half of a cigarette between his fingers, and the burning blue and white smoke rose slowly. He was squinting at a photo held in his other hand.
In the mist lingering, he showed a sense of indifferent loneliness, and his handsome face showed an expression similar to obsessiveness and memory. Even the smoke between his fingers was about to burn to his fingers, and he still didn't notice it.
In the photo, a man and a woman, one handsome and the other beautiful, are close to each other, and the woman has long black hair, as if she was a teenager, with a pure and beautiful smile.
Although the man didn't have a smile on his face, the softness and clarity between his eyebrows were clear.
You can recognize at a glance that the man in the photo is Fu Sinian, who is younger than now.
[She said that she came back this time with a very simple purpose, just to come to you. 】
Rong Feng's words reappeared in Fu Sinian's ears like echoes.
He squeezed the photo calmly, staring at the face of the woman in the photo without turning his eyes, a trace of complexity passed over his dark, deep eyes, and a faint sound of *** wafted out.
"Lan Ling..."
Why should it suddenly appear now
After a while, he locked the photo back in the drawer, squeezed out the cigarette butt, sniffed out the smoke, got up and walked out of the study.
Even though it is summer, late at night, the huge villa is even more chilly.
The leather shoes were rubbing the ground without rushing. When he walked to the door of the master bedroom, the handsome figure of the man paused, his eyebrows were light, and he couldn't see any expression. He just took out his hand in his pocket and turned the door gently.
The lights in the room are still on, but there is no more movement.
He stood at the door for a few seconds, then walked up to the bed, and was about to turn off the light, when he caught a glimpse of the fucking woman and was slightly startled.
The woman was wrapped in only a layer of quilt, the wet tears on her calm little face glowed with crystal lustre, and the hair wet with tears stuck to her face, making her look pitiful as a whole.
Fu Sinian's handsome eyebrows were slightly twisted, as if seeing the shivering figure shrank in the elevator.
He had never seen her cry before, and he seemed to cry a lot recently.
All this is only the result of her own blame. How could it be that he has become a murderer and she is a victim
The man's face slowly cooled down, and a burst of irritation surged in his heart.
The light didn't turn off, so he turned and walked out without saying a word.
…
Early the next morning, Qiao Yimo woke up and Fu Sinian had gone to work. Thinking of the lights in the room that had been on all night, she laughed at herself.
He still didn't go back to sleep in the master bedroom last night.
There was no need to go to the studio, and there was no notice, but it suddenly loosened, making Qiao Yimo a little uncomfortable.
She must find a way to restore the current situation. She doesn't know many people in the entertainment circle, and now she can only rely on herself.
If she is really blocked, what should she do
She now has to consider this issue.
Having breakfast
, She touched the phone and called Xiao Xiao over.
"Sister Xiao, how's that going?"
Xiao Xiao on the phone was silent for two seconds, and solemnly said: "Sorry, Yimo, the relationship between the various layers of the company is too complicated, and I haven't found any accurate information."
Probably as expected, Qiao Yimo was not surprised, and even calm on the face, "Don't investigate the reason, I just want to know, do I still have room for recovery now?"
Even if a small artist like her with the 18th line is blocked, there will not be many people paying attention. With so many actresses under the banner of Shengtian, who cares about the life and death of a small artist? Before asking Xiao Xiao to investigate, she felt embarrassed.
The artist is not well-known, and the agent naturally has no place in the company.
After Qiao Yimo finished speaking, there was a short silence on the phone. After more than ten seconds, Xiao Xiao said cautiously: "Yimo, or... you just treat it as a vacation, take a rest for a while, I will think about it all. Everything can help you get resources."
After she finished speaking, Qiao Yimo was also silent.
She lowered her eyes and stirred the milk in the cup, her lips pressed tightly.
From debut to now, Xiao Xiao is her first agent. After taking her for several years, she is also trying her best to help her get a role. Although they are all supporting roles, they are already very good in that competitive environment. .
Since even she said the same, is she really out of help
Xiao Xiao didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly said slowly: "There is... there is another way."
Qiao Yimo's eyes lit up, "What way?"
"Fu-Si-Nian!"
Qiao Yimo shook his head and opened his lips, "He?"
Xiao Xiao sighed and said, "Yimo, I don't know how deep your relationship is with Mr. Fu, but at this time, I want to remind you that he may be your only hope."
The only hope
Indeed, Fu Sinian's ability to cover the sky in the business circle is known to everyone. As long as he is rich and capable, he can fully control the entertainment industry.
But... She wouldn't ask him.
The fragrance of milk was lingering, something flashed in her mind, she bit her lip, and suddenly asked, "How can I see Shao Lu?"
"Shao Lu?" Xiao Xiao was taken aback, as if he was a little bit weird to her, "I can't even see him, so don't even think about it."
(End of this chapter)