Chapter 239: Previous Life (31)

The newly hired assistant Lingling stood outside the RV, feeling uneasy.

The aunt has been gone for three or four hours.

Shan Qingshan just locked himself in the car.

There was no movement at all.

Lingling was almost dying of anxiety. She carefully probed under the car window, "Brother Qingshan, are you okay? The crew is about to start the show..."

After a while, the car door opened.

Shan Qingshan came out and asked, "How long will it take?"

"About forty minutes."

"I'm going out for a while, don't follow me."

"But brother, the film and television city is a bit chaotic here, you are alone..."

"I know it better than you do."

Shan Qingshan pressed his hat indifferently and walked towards the alley of the film and television city.

Without much effort, he found those people who were hanging around in the film and television city. These people were from all walks of life, wandering around in various places, and as long as the money was in place, they could find out any information.

Shan Qingshan handed over an envelope, the thickness of which made the other party smile.

Shan Qingshan: "Look up this Shan Mingli. The more detailed the information, the more you will be rewarded."

The other party agreed very readily, took the money and quickly disappeared into the alley.

Shan Qingshan leaned against the wall. Every word in Susan's letter pierced his heart. His chest felt heavy and bleeding.

According to the letter, he should be the child of his mother and uncle.

But not only Shan Huai, Shan Fang and his grandmother, but everyone in the village told him that he was Shan Huai's child.

Is that woman named Zheng Xiumei lying, or...

Shan Qingshan didn't think any further.

He couldn't tell whether he didn't dare or didn't want to.

I just knew that I really wanted to smoke a cigarette, but then I remembered that I hadn’t smoked for a long time and I didn’t even have a lighter on me.

He suddenly wanted to see Zhou Chong very much.

Can't wait a moment.

Shan Qingshan called Lingling and asked her to ask for leave from the crew.

He drove home and seemed to have run a red light on the way, but it also seemed like he didn't.

From the moment he saw the letter and listened to Zheng Xiumei's story of the past, his brain seemed to be in a fuzzy yet lucid state. He knew what he was doing but couldn't remember it.

When I got home, Zhou Chong was not at home.

Shan Qingshan sat alone in the living room for a while, hoping to see Zhou Chong when he got off work. After sitting there for a long time, he still didn't see him. He felt a little cold, so he went upstairs, took a shower, and curled up in bed, sleeping on the side where Zhou Chong usually slept.

The consciousness is groggy and the dreams are bizarre.

He seemed to be running, and it seemed as if many people were smiling at him. As he ran, he seemed to see many knives flashing with cold light.

It's cold around.

I don't know who rushed in front of him and chopped him down with an axe.

He felt that his head had fallen off, but half of it was still left, so he was not dead. He lay on the ground, enduring the pain, and struggling to survive, but no one came to kill him.

He tried hard to get a clear view of the murderer, but was unable to do so.

He recognized the axe that had fallen to the ground.

It’s the one our family used when we were still in the village.

"Xiaobao..."

Someone was calling him.

The first voice sounded like grandma's, and then it became Zhou Chong's.

Shan Qingshan slowly opened his eyes and saw Zhou Chong's worried eyes.

"Did you have a nightmare? You were shaking just now."

Shan Qingshan looked at him almost greedily, and stuck to him like a traveler who had been trekking in the desert for a long time and finally found a source of water.

"A little tired."

Zhou Chong frowned even more tightly and immediately felt extremely distressed.

Normally, Shan Qingshan would not say such things.

He said it must be a very intense job.

"I asked your agent to turn down some work for you. You don't make money this way. You have a husband to support you, why do you work so hard?"

"No, it's just that the role I'm playing lately is a bit stressful, so I've asked for leave from the crew and will rest for two days."

Zhou Chong saw Shan Qingshan closed his eyes in his arms, looking like he wanted to rest.

He looked really exhausted.

Zhou Chong is familiar with every play he takes.

Recently he is a cold-blooded killer, the kind who carries a deep blood feud.

Zhou Chong lowered his head and kissed him, "Have you eaten? I'll make it for you."

Shan Qingshan wanted to eat the food he cooked, but didn't want him to leave. After a dilemma, he said, "Let's order takeout. I want to eat Yunwailou's pickled pork with preserved vegetables."

Qingshan Xiaobao seldom ordered food, so Zhou Chong immediately asked someone to send him the Yunwailou menu, held him in his arms and ordered several dishes.

No matter which restaurant it is, Zhou Chong’s order is taken very seriously and is delivered quickly.

Seeing that Shan Qingshan was tired, Zhou Chong wanted to set up a table on the bed and eat in bed, but Shan Qingshan refused.

"Don't choose such a tough role in the future."

"There aren't many notebooks that can be handed over. I'm fine. I just need to take it easy."

Zhou Chong was still very worried, so he followed him upstairs, waited for him to lie down, covered him with a blanket, took a quick shower, lay down beside him, rolled up his pajamas, and took his hand to put it on his abdominal muscles.

"Come and touch it, your favorite. If you touch this, don't think about your shitty role anymore."

“…”

Shan Qingshan didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhou Chong’s abdominal muscles, no, it should be said that Zhou Chong’s body is very beautiful and perfect.

It felt very comfortable to touch and he kind of couldn't let it go, but it wasn't to the point where he liked it the most.

What he likes most is Zhou Chong's heart.

Warm, passionate, brave.

He touched Zhou Chong a lot because he found that Zhou Chong had a strong reaction and felt very comfortable.

The current situation does not seem to be suitable for explanation.

Shan Qingshan shut up.

Zhou Chong hugged him, "Do you like to touch me?"

"Nice touch."

Zhou Chong lowered his head and approached Shan Qingshan's lips, "Shall we do something happy to divert your attention?"

Shan Qingshan looked into his eyes and put his arm around the back of his neck.

This is consent.

With Zhou Chong's chuckle, he pressed her into the soft bed...

Shan Qingshan never had that strange dream again.

He woke up in Zhou Chong's arms, only to find out that Zhou Chong had asked his assistant to deliver the documents that needed approval in the next two days to his home and had no intention of going to the company.

Zhou Chong always has a way of coaxing people.

For two days, Shan Qingshan seemed to be in a sweet and warm fantasy, and all his worries and doubts could be solved by Zhou Chong.

At sunset, Zhou Chong hugged him and said, "Xiaobao, will you come home with me?"

Shan Qingshan was slightly stiff.

I immediately thought of the letter from my mother.

The phone vibrated, and a text message came in.

Shan Mingli’s information has arrived.

The sun was setting.

It's getting dark.

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It was so painful that I rolled over in agony.

One chapter left, let's do it at noon.

I have to slow down too.