Her bestie didn't take it seriously: "I posted it, what's the big deal? I already posted your video and Xiao Muye's words about not coming home, so this is all I need. It's just to let her know her place."
Wang Qiaoran was a little angry, but she also knew that things had come to this. Complaining was useless and would only offend people. "You, everything is too much. I told her that President Mu would not be returning. This was a normal notification. I posted the video just to prove that what I said was true. Even if President Mu knew, he wouldn't say anything. But you posted this, which is a bit provocative. If President Mu knew, he would be angry."
"Don't worry, Master Xiaomu won't look at your phone, and I've deleted it. As for her, she didn't even dare to make a sound. Do you think she dares to complain to Master Xiaomu?"
Wang Qiaoran thought about it and realized that what her best friend said was not unreasonable. However, when she thought about the last time she saw Yang Shushu, she felt an inexplicable pang in her heart.
"Oh, forget it. Go out and accompany Master Xiao Mu. Try to keep Master Xiao Mu here tonight."
Yang Shushu knew which KTV they were in from the photos posted by Wang Qiaoran. She didn't let Mu Jiangfeng take her there, but just asked him to drop her off two blocks away from the KTV, and then she took a taxi there by herself.
Mu Jiangfeng knew that she probably didn't want him to know where she was going. If Mu Shilian knew that he had given Yang Shushu a ride this time, he would definitely ask him to follow her and see where she was going, but this time it was his own action.
He just watched Yang Shushu get into the taxi and wrote down the license plate number, fulfilling his responsibility as a member of the Mu family, and then drove away.
Ten minutes later, Yang Shushu arrived at the door of the KTV.
She looked up at the flashing neon lights above her head, curled her lips, walked in, and went straight to the front desk: "Hello! Excuse me, which world are Miss Wang Qiaoran and her friend in? I am Miss Wang's friend."
The receptionist seemed to already know Wang Qiaoran. Without even checking the records, she replied directly, "Ms. Wang's private room is on the fourth floor, VIP 005. Miss, the elevator is over there."
Yang Shushu said thank you and turned to walk towards the elevator. Just then the elevator came down and two people came out. There was no one there when she went in.
The elevator went directly to the fourth floor. She got out of the elevator and looked around. There were rooms on both sides. She walked to the left according to the number on it. However, after she had taken a few steps, the door in front of her suddenly opened. The door opened outwards and almost hit her in the face. Fortunately, she retreated quickly and avoided it.
The door opened and quickly closed again. A man turned around with a slightly swaying body. Yang Shushu did not move. She saw that the man just took two steps toward the opposite wall, then turned around and leaned his back upwards, casually taking out a cigarette.
Yang Shushu didn't look at the man carefully. When she heard the sound of a lighter, she inadvertently looked up at the man's face. She was stunned for a moment.
"Zuo Jinheng?"
That’s right, the man standing in front of her, looking a little depressed and drunk, no longer having the carefree and unrestrained demeanor he had in front of the camera, was actually Zuo Jinheng.
He was only wearing a hooded T-shirt and casual sweatpants, with his hair casually and neatly falling on his forehead. He looked even younger than he did in front of the camera.
He originally had deep facial features, which made him look particularly cold when he wasn't smiling. But even without smiling at this moment, the coldness was reduced a little.
Zuo Jinheng heard someone calling his name, and a flash of impatience flashed across his face. He quickly put away the cigarette and put on a suitable smile. But when he looked up and saw Yang Shushu, he was stunned: "It's you?"
Yang Shushu took two steps forward: "Ah. Idol, what are you doing..."
Don't blame her for being gossipy. Everyone would be curious when seeing their idol half drunk and looking decadent.
Zuo Jinheng raised his chin helplessly, pointing to the box across from him. "My friend had a breakup and was drinking to drown his sorrows. I ended up getting a little tipsy first, and he's still howling."
Yang Shushu nodded, indicating that she understood: "Then at least one of you has to be sober, otherwise if someone like you is picked up by the corpse collector and taken home, uh..."
Thinking that she and her idol didn't seem to be very familiar with each other, she paused a little embarrassedly and changed her words: "Anyway, let him do his best."
After saying that, she nodded and was about to walk over.
Although she is an idol, she is not a sasaeng fan and still needs to stay away from the idol's life.
But unexpectedly, Zuo Jinheng stopped her and said, "It's so late, you come here alone, is Mu Shicang worried?"
Yang Shushu pouted and wanted to say, "I came here to see him anyway," but after thinking about it, she changed her tone and said, "I'm not a child, what's there to worry about?"
Zuo Jinheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly seemed to think of something and laughed: "Yes, not only are you not a child, you are quite powerful, especially your stick skills, which are quite impressive. Have you practiced before?"
Yang Shushu knew that he was talking about the incident on the Henglan set, and there was no sarcasm in his words, it sounded more like two familiar friends joking.
She also laughed twice: "Haha, I did learn it, but it was just blind learning. It's okay to scare people, but if I meet a real expert, I'm doomed." Otherwise, I wouldn't let people put it on the ground and rub it.
Thinking of something, Zuo Jinheng took two steps towards her and said, "Oh, by the way, I remember you were injured at that time, and your face seemed to have been rubbed on the ground. No scars left?"
Yang Shushu was startled by his sudden approach and instinctively took a step back, just in time to press against the opposite wall. "Oh, the wound is all healed. My face is fine. I just scraped off a thin piece of skin, but there's not even a bleed."
But Zuo Jinheng didn't stop. Instead, he slowly stood opposite her, propped one hand on the wall beside her, and looked down at her cheek: "I clearly saw blood. It would be a pity if such a cute little face was scarred."
He pinched the side of her face with his right thumb and index finger and turned it to the side, as if to see if it was really as she said, without any scars.
Yang Shushu was forced to lean against the wall, bewildered. What was going on? Was her idol dogging her? And calling her cute? Why was this standard chin-pinching, flirting gesture with a woman of endurance, so dreamy? "Idol, wake up! How many bottles did you drink tonight?" Was it your friend who was drinking to drown her sorrows, or was it you?
While Yang Shushu was dazed, Zuo Jinheng lowered his head even lower, his eyes almost touching Yang Shushu's eyes. The clear blue rushed into his eyes, making people feel as if they fell into the vast and boundless ocean in an instant, and were tightly embraced by the gentle ocean, unconsciously wanting to crave this tenderness.
Yang Shushu swallowed hard. She was engaged in a battle between an angel and a devil.
The angel said: Even if there is beauty in front of you, you cannot call others dangerous. That is what a villain does. The holy light must always hang on the heads of our little angels.
The devil said: You are a bastard who doesn't take advantage of the opportunity. If you take a few more photos of yourself while claiming to be the best actor and sell them online, you will definitely make a fortune. What's the use of being a big shot or a small shot? Only the rich are the boss. What's the use of the holy light above your head? Can it buy you fried chicken?
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