Chapter 140 She is Ni Huan

"Boss?"

Shen Pianpian looked at the screen.

"But the caller ID doesn't show your number."

"Private cell phone," Cheng Zhiyuan said directly without further ado.

"Are you going to see Mr. Zhou now?"

"How do you know?"

"No matter where you're going now, turn right around and head to Shuiyunjian. He's in Building 4, Area B."

"How do you know?"

"He and his wife will leave for the airport in an hour. If you are half an hour late, you will be too late."

Miss Shen, who had been ignored three times, was silent for a moment, then showed a gritted teeth smile and squeezed out words one by one.

"Please ask how you know!"

However, the response from the other end was an unhesitating hang-up, followed by a busy tone.

Shen Pianpian: “…”

hehe.

Miss Shen poked at the phone screen viciously, word by word, with a twisted smile.

Cheng, the Great, Demon, King!

The four words are saved as a new contact.

Miss Shen put away her phone angrily and whispered to Lang,

"Go to Shuiyunjian."

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I have to say that this call was really timely.

When the two arrived at the place, they happened to see someone coming out to throw away the garbage, and through the open door they could see that the people inside were covering the furniture with dust covers.

Lang Qiao immediately got out of the car and caught up with the middle-aged man who threw the garbage.

"Mr. Zhou!"

The man looked back at him.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Lang Qiao, the one who came to you three years ago to buy the rights to the film and television adaptation of "The Witch"!"

Mr. Zhou immediately frowned, his eyes filled with displeasure and resistance.

"What are you doing here?"

"The magical girl movie is premiering this afternoon. I would be honored if you could be there."

As he said that, Coach Lang handed over the invitation with both hands.

But Mr. Zhou glanced at it, his expression cold and he did not accept it.

"I'm going abroad soon, so I'm afraid I can't go."

He turned to leave, opened his mouth but only called out "Mr. Zhou".

He paused, turned around and said indifferently and disgustedly,

"I know you didn't invite me to the movies out of respect, you just wanted to hype me up. You didn't keep the promise we made three years ago, so you still have the nerve to come to me."

Lang Qiao was speechless for a long time, feeling extremely ashamed.

Seeing that the person was about to enter, Shen Pianxian puffed up his cheeks, suddenly took a step forward and raised his voice,

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhou or your wife, did you really watch the TV series "Witch" yesterday?"

Mr. Zhou paused and turned his head coldly.

"So what if you saw it? So what if you didn't see it?"

"If you haven't seen it, you shouldn't have posted that Weibo. If you have seen it, you should go and see the movie." Shen Pianpian smiled, her composure concealing an unparalleled arrogance and confidence.

"That adaptation is definitely not on the same level as the TV series. You will definitely be satisfied."

"You are very confident," Mr. Zhou looked at her, his eyes still cold, "but this has nothing to do with me."

"I personally reject all adaptations. They are a desecration and destruction of my work and the characters I created."

"I posted that Weibo yesterday, but it truly only represents my wife's views and has nothing to do with me personally."

"You guys go."

Mr. Zhou turned and walked into the room. However, when the door was about to close, a cold question suddenly came from behind him.

"What are you afraid of?"

This strange remark made Mr. Zhou frown and turn around angrily.

However, what caught my eye was the smiling face of the girl.

It’s not quite right to say that she was smiling.

Because although the corners of her lips were slightly raised, there was no smile in her eyes. Her dark pupils seemed to contain an endless wasteland of icebergs, deep and dead, without a trace of fresh light.

"What are you afraid of?" the girl repeated. Her voice was originally clear and bright, but now it was deliberately lowered. Every rising ending tone was filled with sharp sarcasm and a strange smile, like a hook that would hook straight into people's hearts, and then use those boundless dark emotions to pull out a bloody wound.

The girl smiled and uttered the name that was once filled with sunshine but now stained with blood and buried deep in her heart.

"Chi Yi."

At this moment, it seems as if the sun and the moon are reversed, and the light and shadow are changing.

The surroundings were no longer the present world with gentle spring breeze and warm sunshine, but the night of scorched earth and a hideous blood moon.

The biting cold wind was filled with the smell of burning flesh.

The girl was covered in blood and drew her sword against her former friends, lovers, and fellow human beings.

Behind her are her screaming tribesmen and her burning homeland in her dreams.

So even though she was covered in wounds and had no chance of winning, she held her back straight and did not retreat a single step.

She is Ni Huan.