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I'm not sure if Zhuoyang did it on purpose.
Anyway, after he said this, there were loud gasps of shock all around me.
My back felt like it was on fire, and I knew it was Hu Ling's little fire-breathing dragon without even turning around.
It's ridiculous. I finally won against her once, but it happened under such circumstances.
I found that I had become thick-skinned after following Zhuo Yang for so long.
After Zhuo Yang said such a nonsensical thing, I was able to calmly discuss the costumes for the next section with the assistant next to me.
Seeing how calm I was, everyone thought that what I just said was just hallucination.
However, Hu Ling would not think that it was an auditory hallucination. However, in front of Zhuo Yang, she could not get angry, so she just sped up the filming.
Finally, my last commercial for Excellence Culture before the New Year was completed.
After packing up my things, I prepared to leave work.
To be precise, I will not come to Excellence Culture for years, and of course I will not see Zhuoyang again.
But when I got my bag, the director knocked on the door.
"An Yue, please stay for dinner tonight."
I was just about to say yes, I love eating for free, especially these people in the director group, I have become familiar with them after hanging out for a few months, and they are quite easy to get along with.
But the director said something else.
"Mr. Zhuo invited us to dinner, saying it was to reward us for our hard work."
I smiled unnaturally, "Forget it... I'm not from Excellence Culture... You guys go ahead, I have something else to do..."
The director seemed a little embarrassed when he heard me say that. "An Yue, Mr. Zhuo mentioned you specifically... Let me take you there... This is about my year-end bonus... Um..."
The director stammered for a long time, and I finally understood. Maybe the director was not stupid and could see that something was wrong between Zhuo Yang and me. I guess Zhuo Yang was shameless and coerced me. It seemed that I had to go.
But thinking that Zhuo Yang would go there, Hu Ling would definitely follow him.
Although it's hard for me to swallow these two bitches together, it's better than leaving Zhuo Yang and me alone.
Thinking of this, I was no longer afraid and nodded fearlessly and agreed.
Zhuoyang's hospitality will naturally not be bad.
When I arrived, the only seat left was next to Zhuo Yang. I glanced at Hu Ling on Zhuo Yang's left and smiled, "Um... Lingling, can we change seats? The air conditioning here is too cold... I've been feeling a little uncomfortable these days..."
When necessary, menstruation can also be used as a means of rejection.
Lingling is the silly girl in the director team. Maybe the whole director team has seen through the little secrets between Zhuo Yang and me, but this silly girl still won’t know.
Sure enough, Lingling came over foolishly and changed seats with me. When she passed Zhuoyang, I noticed that he tightened his hand holding the wine glass. I smiled indifferently.
Because of the presence of the big star Hu Ling, I was not the main character from beginning to end, so my main task was to concentrate on eating.
At the table, because one was everyone's breadwinner and the other was the lover who was suspected to be the breadwinner, everyone put 200% of their effort into dealing with the situation.
The director is actually a man who is very caring towards girls. Seeing that I was being left out, he kindly picked up a big lobster for me.
I'm a little confused. This ferocious guy has never been my favorite.
Actually, I am allergic to some seafood.
Just when I was about to get rid of the shrimp without anyone noticing, a voice came to my rescue.
“She doesn’t eat seafood.”
Zhuo Yang sipped his wine and looked at me with a faint tone.
Because of his words, the originally warm atmosphere at the table became stiff.
Silly girl Lingling asked even more stupidly, "Boss Zhuo, how did you know?"
"How could I not know..." Seeing Zhuo Yang's lips moving with ill intention, I was afraid that he would expose our relationship, so I laughed out loud.
"Hahaha... Yeah, yeah... I'm allergic to seafood... I made a fool of myself the last time our studio and Mr. Zhuo had dinner together... I'm sorry, sorry... As an apology... I'll give Mr. Zhuo a toast..."
Since it’s red wine, I feel no pressure at all to have one glass.
Thinking back to the last time Zhuo Yang and I had sex, it was mostly because I was in a bad mood and had drunk two bottles of red wine, which led to such a tragic outcome.
I only had one cup this time, so it shouldn't be a problem.
However, I underestimated the fighting power of the people around me. After I started, the bad habits at the Chinese dinner table slowly emerged.
Everyone began to take turns toasting.
I turned around and drank three cups. My head was a little dizzy.
I was still somewhat rational, knowing that if I continued drinking, I wouldn't know what would go wrong. So while everyone was urging Hu Ling and Zhuo Yang to drink from the wedding cup, I decisively ran away to pee.
However, when I went out, there was a bit of cold wind, and coupled with the heat on my face, I gradually felt a little uncomfortable.
Lying in the bathroom, I felt dizzy and vomited for a while. Finally, the scene in front of me became more and more dizzy. I could only hold on to the wall and slowly move forward.
I was planning to call Ding Wei, but I searched my pocket for a long time but couldn't find the phone.
I felt a little powerless, but at this moment, a pure black mobile phone was handed to me.
"Are you looking for one?"
“Eh… how did you know… thank you…” I took the phone and was about to praise the other party as a modern-day Lei Feng, but unexpectedly, the other party exerted force and pulled me into his arms.
There was a familiar smell. I shook my dizzy head and stammered, "Brother... your paw is in the wrong place."
It was actually placed on my waist. Should I do a spin
“No… that’s my place.” The man seemed to smile, then bent down and actually picked me up sideways.
“An Yue…” He still knew my name, but no one had heard my name for a long time. That person’s voice was very pleasant, and I smiled dizzily.
"Who are you..."
The man didn't answer, but just put his warm arms around me and bit my ear.
"An Yue, I noticed that your IQ has dropped since your divorce... Of course, your IQ wasn't high to begin with."
"… "
Hey, who else could this annoying voice come from but my hateful ex-husband
I really tried to struggle.
But Zhuo Yang was as steady as a rock.
I was really dizzy and had no strength left after struggling for a while, so I just let Zhuo Yang do it on his own.
But I didn't feel dizzy for long when I found that Zhuo Yang suddenly stopped.
I squinted and realized we were already in the underground parking lot.
And in front of me stood Miss Hu Ling with a sullen look on her face.
"Yang... what do you mean?" Hu Ling's voice was really comparable to that of a soprano. With this tone, even a vicious dog sleeping in the middle of the night would be woken up.
I picked my ears helplessly.
"You...you guys are...you forgot...you...you guys..."
Hu Ling seemed to be crying.
When a beautiful woman sheds tears, it probably looks like pear blossoms in the rain, which is very lovable.
But I think what I hate most is that miserable face.
Out of sight, out of mind, I simply closed my eyes.
What surprised me a little was Zhuoyang’s answer.
"Whatever you see means what you see means."
Oh... this is a bit cold... I am a bit confused, did these two break up or have a fight...
"Yang...she...you and her are already divorced..."
"What does that have to do with you?"
“But godmother…godmother…” Hu Ling grabbed a life-saving straw and pulled hard.
I came to my senses a little more. It turned out that what Ding Chunchun said was right, Hu Ling really did recognize my stepmother as her godmother.
Thinking back then, An Ran’s death indirectly caused his stepmother to go crazy. I actually understand that Zhuo Yang feels guilty.
So has this guilt now shifted to our Miss Hu Ling
I raised my eyes and found that Zhuo Yang was actually looking at me.
There was actually a hint of smile in his usually cold eyes.
I was frightened by this deadly smile and trembled all over. I hurriedly closed my eyes again and pretended to be dead.
This time, Zhuo Yang laughed out loud without hesitation, and the vibration in his chest made me feel uncomfortable.
I guess the one who couldn't accept it was Hu Ling.
The beauty is crying, but the sweetheart is smiling.
"Yang... don't lie to me... If you mind what happened between me and Song Yu... then... that was just what we agreed on at the time... it was just for hype... you also promised it..."
Hu Ling kept explaining, and I have to admit that I was listening with my ears perked up.
It turns out that this woman really has bad intentions and is really using Song Yu to hype himself up. It's really disgusting.
I feel a little resentful.
Zhuoyang was already holding me and continued walking forward.
"I said it at the beginning, your life and your path are all chosen by you, and have nothing to do with me."
I never thought that Zhuo Yang had this attitude towards Hu Ling in private. I comforted myself by thinking that, in fact, there was no need for me to be more enthusiastic.
Then... why is this woman Hu Ling still so proud of me
"Yang... I know... At first you didn't want me to enter the entertainment industry... Is it because I didn't listen to you that time... That's why you are so cold to me now... Is it because of that time..."
Hu Ling was crying and sobbing, and she really refused to give in.
Zhuo Yang squeezed my hand tightly, probably showing a bit of impatience.
"I told you... it has nothing to do with me."
There was a moment when I suddenly understood.
In fact, Hu Ling and I are just like each other. We have never been able to control Zhuo Yang.
Yeah, it's just a substitute.
I felt relieved, and my hatred for Hu Ling also disappeared a little.
But at this moment, Hu Ling suddenly screamed from behind.
“Ah… it hurts…”
I opened my eyes alertly, "What's wrong?"
Zhuo Yang paused, then took a few steps forward and put me in the car.
"What's wrong?"
I asked, what does that little bitch Hu Ling want to do now
Zhuo Yang looked at me with a complicated look, as if containing some strange and repetitive contradictions.
I was about to speak when Zhuo Yang turned and left.
He strode towards the woman who was rolling on the ground holding her heart.
All the previous warmth disappeared.
I found out…
I don't know when it started snowing in my sky.
The warmth he can give
really-
It's just my illusion...