Ling Sheng stood up and walked into the room, sighing: "Why did you put the trophy here with me? It's okay now, let's let the matter go!"
Huo Ci saw his expression: "Didn't you see the hot search?"
Si Chengluo still respected Boss Huo very much. When in front of him, he was inexplicably a little reserved: "My mobile phone is out of battery."
Huo Ci: "You hold your trophy yourself. What did you do for her? She was so careless. If she lost it to you, who should you ask to compensate her?"
After reading the hot searches, Si Chengluo realized that one of his trophies had caused so much trouble: "Senior Huo, I will post on Weibo to clarify immediately."
"It's already been posted." When Huo Ci scrolled through it again, the studio had already sent out a statement, following the Weibo post about Shouya Hair.
The trophy was Si Chengluo's first trophy he got when he came to China to express his gratitude to his boss for his kindness.
I just gave it to him, thinking that he was so picky and wanted all the trophies. He wanted to throw away those trophies from Lao Wu if they had to be put here.
Sheng Xichen won it from being in the same movie as him. They were both movie stars, so they put his own trophy in his place.
Bai Heng's trophy was the first time he won the Best Mandarin Male Singer Award. In order to thank him, I gave him the most important trophy. It looked very unique to him, so he asked for it.
In the final analysis, Sichengluo is a male idol product of the fan economy promoted by fans. His gold content is incomparable with others. It's only thanks to the shameless girl that he can find such an excuse.
But thanks to her cleverness in confusing the past, the matter has come to an end here.
When Ling Sheng entered the room, Si Chengluo shouted and chased after him. He had never taken off the cello on his back.
Ling Sheng turned around and said, "You don't think it's too heavy. Just put the things you're carrying in the living room first!"
"I have something to tell you." Si Chengluo was mysterious. When he approached her, his voice was very low: "It's just the two of us."
Huo Ci frowned and watched the two of them enter the house one after another, mysteriously as if they were about to tell a big secret. After entering, Si Chengluo closed the door and frowned. It's even tighter.
Si Chengluo took out the cello in front of Ling Sheng. His handsome face was extremely serious. He pointed to the writing on it and asked her: "Ling Sheng, who is Ji Xing?"
Ling Sheng looked in the direction of his finger, and the expression in her eyes changed again and again. On the cello, there were clearly written words: Tell Ling Sheng, don't believe Ji Xing!
Si Chengluo saw the slight change in her expression instantly and was sure that she must know. His voice was a little tight and he asked her: "Who is Ji Xing?"
Ling Sheng was a little troubled. She had been sitting cross-legged on the ground in a daze for half an hour. She hadn't turned a page of the script in front of her and kept sighing.
What Si Chengluo said to her before leaving was still lingering in his ears. He looked at her and said loudly: If you don't want to tell me, I will definitely find the answer myself.
He was looking for answers on his own, and it was getting more and more annoying. He originally thought that as long as he stayed away from the two of them, as long as the three of them didn't come into contact with each other, there wouldn't be any reaction. But he didn't expect that even if they were separated and didn't meet, it still wouldn't work!
Could it be that everything Ji Xing said was lying to her? She really doesn't know what to do now? Whose word is it to trust
When Nangong Lengyu came in, he saw her struggling and yelling twice. She was scratching her hair. He hurriedly walked over and patted her hand: "You have scratched all your hair. Luoluo tells you. What? Are you so embarrassed?"
"It's nothing." Ling Sheng came back to her senses, her hair had been scratched and was as messy as a chicken coop. When she looked up, she saw her mother holding two candles in her hands, which were quite unique in shape: "Mom, what are these? "
"Scented candles, I smelled pretty good, so I took two." Nangong Lengyu put the candles on the table and lit them. He looked back at her and said, "Don't think about it. Go to bed quickly. You will still need it tomorrow." Going to audition!"
She had just gone to the warehouse to look for things with Xiao Qi. Unexpectedly, she found candles from more than 20 years ago. They were well preserved, so she took two of them.
Ling Sheng wanted to go to bed and clear her mind when Jun Shiyan called. She glanced at her mother quietly and took her phone to the balcony.
"You like trophies so much?" Jun Shiyan's voice had a bit of a sour taste.
Ling Sheng coughed, sat on the hanging chair on the balcony, curled up into a small ball, hugged a pillow, rested her chin on the pillow, and said softly: "Yeah."
Jun Shiyan's voice was very low and deep: "Little thing, do you think I can't go over and take care of you now?"
Ling Sheng's smile deepened and she nodded her head vigorously: "Then tell me, how are you going to deal with me?"
Jun Shiyan listened to the little girl's soft voice, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. If he was really next to him now, he would hold her down and kiss her hard until she couldn't speak and begged him for mercy, her Adam's apple rising and falling. As he scrolled, his voice became hoarse, and he elongated the gorgeous ending tone softly and flirtatiously: "Kiss you."
Ling Sheng listened to the man's bone-tingling voice coming from the phone, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she swallowed involuntarily. She could even imagine the man saying this with his ascetic face if he were right next to her. When, ah ah ah, I can’t stand it anymore!
"Why don't you say anything?" Jun Shiyan's voice was like a hook that hooked people and couldn't stop.
"You gangster!" Ling Sheng didn't expect that one day she would hear him flirting on the phone, and her ears felt hot. She stretched out her hand to twist her earlobes and snorted: "I'm going to bed, don't talk to you. "
"If you don't talk to me, who do you want to talk to?" Jun Shiyan listened to the little girl's panicked and rapid breathing, with a happy smile on his lips, and his voice became more and more seductive: "Huh?"
"I'm going to bed!" Ling Sheng felt that she couldn't continue listening. This man's voice was so imaginative that she felt a little anxious. "I have an audition tomorrow and I really need to go to bed."
Jun Shiyan hummed: "I'll come to pick you up early tomorrow morning."
After Ling Sheng hung up the phone, she felt a little drowsy, especially after lighting scented candles in the room, which made her whole body feel soft. When she climbed into bed, she was still leaning on the bedside reading a book. Nangong Lengyu: "Mom, I'm going to sleep first. This candle is hypnotic..."
The voices from behind became smaller and smaller, and I vaguely heard someone shouting in my ear: "Huo Ci, Brother Ci, wait for me, that boy Bai Heng, I'm going to challenge you to a duel!"
Ling Sheng's breath froze, and he suddenly opened his eyes. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw the sharp and unruly handsome young man at the head. His eyes widened in disbelief and he was stunned. .
Sheng Sheng has temporarily reached the time when the Ci Master is rampant in the world and dominates the capital, so the content will not be very long.
Shengsheng: Dad, I am your daughter, your biological daughter!
Ciye: Get out! I am only eighteen this year! ! !
(End of chapter)