Lu Wanwan's fingers that were holding the photo suddenly tightened, and her knuckles turned white.

In the photo, two people stood opposite each other. The background should be a restaurant, and Yan Shengkai was smiling.

And Han Jingmo was wearing the same clothes he wore when she met him at the door of the hotel yesterday.

She asked him where he was going in such a handsome outfit.

He said he was going to meet a friend.

Was he going to see Yan Shengkai?

She was tired after a day yesterday and could have stayed at home, but she would rather travel at night to come back to see him, but he went to see Yan Shengkai.

What a pair of dogs!

Lu Wanwan was furious.

Song Chi was standing nearby and saw the two photos. He was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Lu Wanwan stuffed the photo back into the envelope and said calmly, "Just pretend you didn't see it and don't tell him."

Song Chi wanted to ask why, but felt that she was in a bad mood at the moment, so she could only nod.

Lu Wanwan glanced in the direction of Han Jingmo and stood up from her seat.

"Don't be impulsive." Song Chi immediately stopped her alertly and reminded her in a low voice, "This is a film set, there are a lot of people."

"I'm not going to find him." Lu Wanwan shook her head.

"Then who are you?"

"They sent the photos to my door, so I have to thank them anyway."

"Going to find Jiang Mingshu?"

"Well, you don't have to follow." Lu Wanwan said, and walked towards Jiang Mingshu's resting place.

Over there, Jiang Mingshu saw her coming from a distance and waved to let the assistants on both sides leave.

Lu Wanwan sat calmly at the side, holding up the envelope in her hand, pretending to be puzzled: "What does this mean?"

"It's just what you saw." Jiang Mingshu was graceful and smiling.

"Then you may have given it to the wrong person. It would be more useful to expose it to the media."

"Oh? Aren't you her girlfriend?"

"As expected of a movie queen, you are well-informed. You found out so quickly." Lu Wanwan said with a deeper meaning, and there was no surprise on her face.

"No secrets can be kept secret for long in this circle." Jiang Mingshu's eyes moved down and fell on the envelope in her hand: "I don't believe you don't mind."

"It's just a meal for colleagues in the crew. What's there to mind." Lu Wanwan took the photo out of the envelope and held it in front of her.

Jiang Mingshu frowned, not understanding what she meant.

Lu Wanwan pinched the middle of the photo with both hands, and with a little force, she tore the photo in the middle, folded it in half, and tore it again until it was torn into pieces. Then she smiled and said, "Next time he goes out to eat, he won't bother the actress to follow him and take pictures secretly."

Jiang Mingshu's mouth twitched, and she laughed back in anger: "Secretly taking pictures?"

"This doesn't look like it was taken openly."

"Humph!" Jiang Mingshu sneered, took out another envelope from her bag and gave it to her, saying sarcastically, "I hope you won't mind it after reading this like you do now."

Lu Wanwan's eyelids twitched twice, and she had a bad premonition. She resisted and didn't want to read it, but now she couldn't refuse, so she could only take it calmly. After opening it, there were still two photos inside.

The people in the photos were still Han Jingmo and Yan Shengkai.

However, they were fighting against each other last time, but this time they were hugging each other, with Yan Shengkai's hands on both sides of his shoulders, and the movements were very intimate.

Moreover, they were wearing the same clothes and the background was the same, and it seemed that they all happened yesterday.

Lu Wanwan felt sour in his heart, and he gritted his teeth secretly, what a pair of dogs!

Even though his emotions were beating fast, his face remained expressionless. Lu Wanwan flicked the photo twice with her fingers and said nonchalantly, "It's just a Photoshop synthesis."

"Hahaha." Jiang Mingshu covered her mouth and laughed elegantly. "If thinking this way makes you happy, it's up to you."

"It doesn't matter what I think. What matters is that seeing is not necessarily believing."

"Okay, you can just take the photo and ask him to see if he dares to deny it." Jiang Mingshu pointed to the envelope: "I don't mind if you tell him straight out, the photo was given to you by me."

Lu Wanwan was surprised. It was the first time he saw a troublemaker who took the initiative to expose himself. What kind of plot development was this?

Jiang Mingshu crossed her arms and was in a very happy mood: "It will be my part later, sorry I can't see you off."

Lu Wanwan glanced at her and tore the two photos in his hand into pieces again, but this time he felt unhappy when he tore them, and secretly used force.

After tearing them into pieces, he stuffed them back into the envelope and threw them back to her: "Your own garbage, deal with it yourself." After saying that, he stood up and left, waving his sleeves, without taking a piece of paper with him.

Jiang Mingshu gritted his teeth and looked at her back, with a trace of haze in his eyes.

When Song Chi saw her coming back, he immediately surrounded her: "What did you say? Is the photo real or fake?"

Lu Wanwan said uncertainly: "It should be fake."

"Should?"

"Don't tell him about the photo in advance." Lu Wanwan rubbed his forehead. The relationship between Han Jingmo and Jiang Mingshu was not normal to begin with. Now Jiang Mingshu took the initiative to make trouble, probably to make Han Jingmo unhappy.

It would be better not to let Han Jingmo know.

But it was innocent that she was also slightly unhappy because it was implicated.

How to calm down, the only way is to get rich.

After staring at the two 8888 that Lu Guanghan transferred to her, she felt much better.

"It won't be much more if you look at it again." A teasing voice suddenly sounded above her head. It was Han Jingmo.

Lu Wanwan raised her head and smiled more brilliantly than a sunflower.

Han Jingmo was infected by her smile, and said in a cheerful tone: "I'll give you a way to make money."

"What channel?"

Han Jingmo pointed at himself: "Serving tea and water for 2222 a day, massaging shoulders and legs for 6666 a day."

Lu Wanwan frowned: "You are enslaving me."

Han Jingmo curled his lips: "You don't like it, then change to a simpler one."

"What?" "

8888 for a kiss."

Lu Wanwan blinked: "Excuse me, I can kiss you bankrupt."

Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows and looked at her with his cold, dark and clear eyes: "Then please make me bankrupt as soon as possible."

Lu Wanwan's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and she pulled him to sit down beside her: "I'll just support you."

"Say it again." Han Jingmo glanced at her with the corner of his eye.

"You can say it ten times." Lu Wanwan looked back fearlessly: "It's useless to threaten with your eyes. You went to see your female friend yesterday, and I was still jealous. Who is your female friend? Do I know her?"

"Why are you talking about this suddenly?" Han Jingmo thought for a moment and said, "Just an ordinary friend."

"Really?" Lu Wanwan's face was calm, but her heart was about to explode. It was just to meet Yan Shengkai, what was there to hide.

"Well, it's very ordinary." Han Jingmo reached out and rubbed her hair.

Lu Wanwan was unhappy and wanted to avoid him, but she was worried that he would notice something was wrong, so she held back and didn't avoid him. She felt very aggrieved.

She didn't think the photo of him and Yan Shengkai hugging was real, but when she met Yan Shengkai yesterday, this incident definitely happened. However, he concealed it twice, which was the main reason why she felt uncomfortable.

The slight dissatisfaction just now was like riding a rocket, and it suddenly upgraded to five points of dissatisfaction.

[Author's side note]: If any baby feels that the character's personality is broken, you can rationally point out where it is broken in the comment area. I am writing intently and it is difficult to see. To be honest, I have been stuck in writing recently. It is very painful. I am so painful that I have the idea of ​​not wanting to write anymore. I am facing the wall and reflecting.