Chapter 117 I’m Really Afraid of Beating Him
Jing Zhuo: “?”
Xie Qingcheng waited for a long time, but there was no sound, so she urged him.
"Tell me, isn't your wife here?"
Jing Zhuo: "Why don't you check it yourself? Why bother my wife?"
Xie Qingcheng laughed angrily over there.
"Aren't you a major shareholder of that company? Then check the surveillance for me."
Fearing Jing Zhuo would rebel, he added, "If you don't adjust, I'll have plenty of ways to deal with you next time."
The phone was too close, so Song Xi could vaguely hear their conversation.
"There's no surveillance in the studio," she blurted out, then asked with concern, "Is Mingcan hurt?"
She remembered that Mingcan only blocked Lu Zhihan's hand and was not hit.
"There's a cut on the palm of my hand." Xie Qingcheng lowered her voice, "It's bleeding."
Song Xi suddenly thought of something.
Today I seemed to see Lu Zhihan wearing a bracelet similar to a mace on his wrist, with sharp thorns on it.
It was probably because Mingcan was scratched when he blocked his hand.
What an unlucky duo.
Mingcan has suffered so much ill will, and now that her financial sponsor has come to her, she certainly can't let go of this opportunity.
Song Xi actively complained: "He's just a second-tier male star who cut in line, spread obscene rumors, insulted people, and even slapped people, and accidentally injured Mingcan."
"What he said was so rude that I won't say anything."
"His name is Lu Zhihan."
"The one who plays the greasy boss recently."
After Xie Qingcheng finished listening, she sent over two words.
"Thank you."
Then the phone was hung up.
Song Xi was kneeling on the bed, her loose pajamas were askew and her bangs were messy. She didn't know when Guaiguai squeezed in between them, with his chubby and hairy body lying on his back with his belly exposed.
Song Xi touched it and looked at Jing Zhuo again.
"No more kissing, go to sleep."
The kiss was interrupted twice.
Jing Zhuo couldn't sleep.
But Song Xi had already placed the chubby cat on the quilt, with one arm stretched out from the quilt and placed on its fat belly, closing his eyes and falling asleep in seconds.
Is the bed-adapting period over so soon?
I can sleep without him holding me...
Jing Zhuo looked at Guaiguai. The man and the cat stared at each other for a few minutes. He silently lifted the quilt, lay down in it, and put his hands on his wife's waist.
Turn off the lights and go to sleep.
Half an hour later, the man opened his eyes, got out of bed silently, and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
Can't sleep.
Still can't sleep.
On the other side of the bed, the woman was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly.
Jing Zhuo took a deep breath, took out a small floral piece from the dryer, held it in his palm, and tiptoed to the guest bedroom.
In the dark night, the man's breathing was heavy.
And depressing.
Little by little, it hides in the night for a long time.
An hour later.
Jing Zhuo let out a long sigh, leaned lazily against the head of the bed, picked up his mobile phone with one hand, and opened a social platform.
Search for a name: Lu Zhihan.
The page showed a man's heavily made-up face.
A bit feminine and a bit ugly.
Song Xi's hand actually hit this face today. I'm really afraid that he will enjoy it.
Jing Zhuo scrolled down again and accidentally came across a video from a passerby's perspective.
The background of the video is at the beach in Sanya. Lu Zhihan has his hand on the woman's shoulder, talking and laughing, with intimate actions.
The woman looked down at the camera with a cold expression.
A very familiar figure.
Jing Zhuo enlarged the photo again and again and saw the woman's face clearly.
Damn, it's his wife.
Jing Zhuo's face suddenly turned dark.
Before Sanya, their relationship was very ordinary and he had never put his arm around his wife's shoulder.
For the male star!
Jing Zhuo exited the interface and made a call to Xie Qingcheng.
"Have you found out?"
"Not refrigerated yet?"
"Waiting to die?"
Xie Qingcheng: "..."
The two men exchanged a few insults, and Jing Zhuo warned him that if he didn't take action, he would not be given the opportunity to show his ability.
He is still waiting to coax his wife.
Xie Qingcheng intercepted this operation and hung up the phone.
The night was dark, and he stood on the balcony, smoking a cigarette.
Then I called up the dialog box on my phone, typed a few words and sent it over.
He put out the cigarette and let the smell dissipate before returning to the room.
The woman had fallen asleep, the blanket scattered on the messy big bed. She was lying on the soft bed with her back to him, exposing a large area of her back.
Xie Qingcheng walked over and held her hand, which was as white as snow.
He spread it out and looked at the red mark.
It's shallow, very thin and light, and it will disappear if you don't pay attention.
But today, when he asked her to use her hands, she still frowned in pain. When he asked her, she didn't say anything and just kicked him.
Call him a disaster.
Xie Qingcheng did it several times, was glared at several times, and even kicked several times.
Finally, I pushed the man onto the bed until he passed out, and then I made this call while standing on the balcony.
He picked up his clothes, dressed them neatly, rubbed the woman's soft body, and poured his hoarse voice into her ears.
"I'm leaving?"
Mingcan frowned in his sleep, pulled out his hand and threw it away.
"roll."
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In the night.
Jing Zhuo rested in bed for a few minutes.
She silently got up from the bed, walked into the guest bedroom bathroom, washed herself, and then washed the small floral print in her hand.
Rub dry and wring out.
Then I tiptoed back to the master bedroom and put it in the dryer.
He climbed onto the bed and put his arms around Song Xi in the dark.
When I grabbed it, I felt a furry cat head.
Jing Zhuo paused, pulled his wife into his arms, pressed his chest against her back, and held her in his arms from all directions.
Broken cat.
Go play on the side.
…
As soon as Song Xi arrived at the company in the morning, he saw today's hot searches.
Because it was so explosive, the whole company was watching the news.
Lu Zhihan was suspected of tax evasion and illegal crimes and was taken away for investigation.
His studio has been deregistered.
His agency's artist list was also removed.
In addition, all works have been removed from the shelves and all social media accounts have been blocked.
Song Xi was stunned.
Such a quick and clean stroke.
Is this the power of the financial sponsor?
The hot searches are all about passers-by eating melons, black fans partying, and true fans struggling to survive.
"Our brother just exploded, and this happened. Is this right?"
"Whose cake did you touch..."
"This is so annoying! This must be a capitalist conspiracy!"
"He's just a kid in his twenties, what does he know? He should just correct his mistakes and wait for his brother to come back."
"I'm just asking, if my brother goes to jail, is there anyone who can visit him? I can spend some money and use some connections to find out where my brother is, and we can go see him together."
"I've never seen such a thing upstairs before. I've seen star wives and military wives in this day and age, but this is the first time I've heard of a prison wife."
Song Xi enjoyed eating the melon.
Sent the comments in this post to Zhang Hening.
Then he sent it to Mingcan.
After a few minutes, Mingcan replied: "My waist is broken. I'm recuperating."
Song Xi: "Ah? How did it break? Did you get hurt while acting?"
Mingcan: "Too many times, it broke down."
Song Xi: “…”
Help, sometimes people are really helpless.
Don’t let Jing Zhuo see this.
Otherwise he would be mentally unbalanced.
(′⊙ω⊙`)!
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