The car drove over and the two got in. Zhou Tao laughed at herself and said, "Isn't this how it is in this industry? Testing him step by step. It was my fault that I didn't push him away in time. If I had pushed him away, he would have understood."
She refused to give up and thought that Lu Wenzhou would be jealous of another man.
It turned out that from the beginning to the end, he only cared about the reputation of the Lu family.
She is really self-indulgent.
Sister Man nodded: "You are right. The big investors in the entertainment industry treat female stars or young handsome guys like this. They test them step by step. Some of the unprincipled ones just accept the unspoken rules."
Sister Man sent Zhou Tao to the old neighborhood where she lived. Zhou Tao lived on the top floor, on the fifth floor. After opening the door and turning on the lights, the room was quiet. Although it was an old house, it was equipped with a radiator. It became much warmer after the heating was turned on. Zhou Tao took off her outer coat, poured a glass of water and sat on the sofa.
This is the last time, she will give herself one last chance. Next time, if Lu Wenzhou still behaves like this, she will agree to divorce.
The fingertips holding the cup trembled slightly. In fact, she knew deep down in her heart that no matter how many chances she had, Lu Wenzhou would never look at her again.
In Lu Wenzhou's eyes, she was just a scheming woman who took advantage of the old man's favor to get to the top.
Someone like me can only be a cannon fodder female supporting role in any novel.
I never give up, which really seems to be quite annoying.
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At night, Wen Qiao put down the pipa in her hand. It was getting late. Although the house was of good quality and had good sound insulation, playing the pipa at this time would constitute a nuisance to others.
Fu Nanli finished the work at hand and left the study. Wen Qiao was putting the pipa into the music bag. He walked over quickly, helped her stand up the bag, zipped it up, and put it aside.
"Did it disturb your work?"
Fu Nanli pinched her face and said, "No, playing it as background music will help me concentrate on my work. You play very well."
Wen Qiao put the music sheet into the interlayer bag of the piano case: "Our school is going to hold a choir concert on Christmas Eve. Do you have time to listen to my concert?"
"Your solo recital?"
"I have a solo performance, and also an ensemble of folk and Western music."
Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "So Zhuang Yan will perform with you, right?"
Wen Qiao sighed, "Do you still mind? What the hell is going on? He and I are just ordinary alumni. He is the best violinist in the school. We want to integrate Eastern and Western music. This is all normal work contact."
Fu Nanli took her upstairs to the gym, "I don't mind."
Even if he is jealous, he must remain calm, as the young master is a man who values face.
Wen Qiao: "You really don't mind?"
In the past, Wen Qiao would have said, "As long as you don't mind." Look, how much she has improved.
Fu Nanli stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the gym: "Not bad."
"Want to work out?"
"Do two sets of push-ups."
Wen Qiao was about to sit on the sofa nearby and eat some fruit or something, but was stopped by Fu Nanli, "Give your boyfriend some motivation."
Before Wen Qiao could react, she was thrown down on the carpet. The man put his hands on her neck. Only then did Wen Qiao understand how to give some motivation.
With each push-up he did, he placed a kiss on her lips.
The cold December wind was raging outside the window, but Wen Qiao's face was as hot as a stove.
After doing fifty push-ups without stopping, Wen Qiao coughed lightly and said, "Okay, we can rest now."
(End of this chapter)