Vicious Female Partner Doesn’t Want To Do It Anymore

After sending the eldest brother away, Dongling was a little restless, not looking at his phone, or pressing his temples.

She desperately hoped that 021's familiar greasy and beating voice could be heard in her mind at this moment, so that she could feel more at ease.

But nothing different from the past week is that her mind is still quiet, as if she had never been kidnapped and parasitized by any system.

This kind of thinking is a bit terrifying. Dongling stopped herself from continuing to spread out in this way. She didn't want to extend herself to mental illness.

Dongling felt a little uneasy. She sat in a wheelchair with the help of the nurse. In fact, her legs were not under heavy pressure, but her organs were damaged and her legs were temporarily weak, so she needed tools.

She went to the twenty-sixth floor, unlocked the fingerprint lock at the door of the ward, and pushed a wheelchair to Wen Han's bed.

The day after her accident, Wen Han's mother had already asked about Wen Han's condition when she came to see her. Wen Han did not have any physical abnormality because the system fell into a deep sleep. This is something Dongling felt very fortunate.

Wen Han was still the same as before, still breathing and beating, but he still didn't wake up.

He has been lying like this for a year, how long will it take?

"Wake up quickly, so that everything, whether good or bad, can have a result."

Dong Ling's eyes were empty, and his expression was bitter.

The unsettling factor was not the sword of Damocles hanging over her head, but the soft knife at the apex of her heart.

Strange to say, Dongling didn't complain much in the early days of being tied to the system, but these days, she always regrets it. It would be better if she didn't come to visit Wen Han that day.

If I knew it was so frustrating, how could I not know each other at the beginning.

However, things won't be so dramatic. Wen Han didn't open his eyes to say hello to Dongling. Dongling stayed for a while and went back to his ward.

Yuki called her, she thought it was done, but she didn't think there was a change.

"You mean there's something wrong with her facial nerves?"

"Yes, Mr. Dong, I didn't inform you about this. I found something strange in my observation. I just let her show it. Her facial expressions are limited. Although her appearance and ability are relatively good, this makes her a great commercial value. Discounted. When I pressed on, they said that this was not a pathological reason. They had already gone to the hospital for examination, and they could not change this despite their efforts. What is your wish?"

Yuki knew that the one who was about to sign the contract was more like the boss's old lover, but he didn't ask if he shouldn't, thinking about it from the perspective of commercial value.

After listening to Yuki, Dongling remembered that when she first met Zhong Zhong, Zhong Zhong was educated by the teacher because of expression management. If an idol can't show too rich expressions, then her career must be limited. Not to mention acting, this road is directly blocked unless she acts exclusively.

However, she signed Zhong Zhong not for her commercial value, but for her uncertainty.

"Talk to the pair and lower the price, but the person will sign it as soon as possible."

"OK."

Dongling hung up the phone and was a little lost in front of the phone.

She thought about Song Mingzhi again. She didn't know how she was now. She could ask Zuo Zhen or Yu Shuangwei, but she didn't dare to ask, for fear that Song Mingzhi would find out and annoy her.

In the afternoon, Yuki brought people to Dongling, wearing less wide t-shirts and short shorts, with a plain face facing the sky, looking extraordinarily youthful and beautiful, but that face had no expression and looked like a quiet puppet.

"East is always good."

Zhong Zhong knew that this was his new boss, so he greeted him cautiously.

Dong Ling was lying on the hospital bed and looked at her quietly. She once felt that she was somewhat similar to Song Mingzhi. When she stood in front of her, she found that she and Song Mingzhi were nothing like them.

She didn't look like she didn't feel the same, but her facial features were a bit similar. She suspected that she had some kind of blood relationship with Song Mingzhi. Dongling wondered a little bit, could she be an illegitimate child outside Song Mingzhi's parents?

Zhong Zhong felt Dongling's scrutiny, and let the boss scrutinize it motionless. After looking at the boss, he looked away to avoid the boss from being offended.

Before she came, she had seen Mr. Dong's face. The real person was better than the photo.

"Why this circle?"

Zhong Zhong suddenly heard Dong Ling ask, and answered honestly, "Make money."

"You know your expression will limit your career, right?"

Zhong Zhong nodded and said apologetically, "It's been like this since I had the impression, I can't control it."

It was true that Dongling couldn't control her expression, because Zhong Zhong's expression was still very calm when she said this. If it wasn't for the change in her tone, it would be really hard to feel her apology if she didn't listen to what she said.

"Are you still studying?"

"After graduating high school, I didn't read it again."

Zhong Zhong still had the same expression, her eyes were black, like opaque jade, making people unable to see her inner thoughts.

Dongling was not very surprised and said, "Then go the singer route, Yuki, let Egret take her and focus on vocal music management. Everything else is done in accordance with the company's regulations, and you should train first."

Yuki nodded, indicating that she understood.

"By the way, if you hear any rumors, don't worry, I have no idea about you," Dongling said this to Zhong Zhong, then looked at Yuki and said, "Yuki, be careful, don't let people talk, especially About Mingzhi."

Dongling put it here and said it very bluntly.

She knew that Zhong Zhong's face, which was 70% similar to Song Mingzhi, would provoke criticism from some people, and even put it in a bad light, but she hoped that she could control it a little.

She actually thought about cultivating Zhong Zhong in secret, but it would be even more ambiguous if it were known.

Dongling was very disturbed, if only she could know what kind of use Zhong Zhongdi's original text played, and she wouldn't know where to start like now.

Yuki was a little puzzled. Since he didn't want Song Mingzhi to have misunderstandings, why should he keep paying attention and sign the child, but the boss's affairs are not something that the secretary can interfere with.

Zhong Zhong left with yuki and was taken to meet her new manager.

Zuo Zhenhao looked at the members' files in the company. Once Song Mingzhi terminated the contract, it meant that her hand was going to be empty. She first picked to see if there were any good seedlings, so that she could take over in the future.

She happened to meet yuki, looking at the child with rimless glasses next to yuki, her expression was momentarily subtle and weird.

Even though this person was wearing glasses to cover it up, she could see at a glance who the girl looked like for the vicious-eyed old manager and the person who was compared with Song Mingzhi.

"Lin Mi, this is... a new artist?"

Yuki's real name is Lin, she heard the words and nodded. In order not to attract attention to Zhong Zhong, she also bought glasses for Zhong Zhong to wear, but she couldn't hide it from Zuo Zhen. Since this is the manager of the boss's lover, she asked Zhong Zhong's office to explain it to Zuo Zhen. .

"The boss has no idea about her, just looking at her appearance to avoid being used by other companies to fight in the ring, so I signed it first."

Yuki is not fake. With Song Mingzhi's popularity, the dream machine has doubled the price of Zhong Zhongyuan several times. Her face can be tied to Song Mingzhi and drained, and she has a strange physique.

Zuo Zhen nodded, thinking of his own in his heart.

If it wasn't for Song Mingzhi's willingness to terminate the contract, she would have believed it, and now... I don't know if this is the boss's new love, or if the boss is looking for a substitute.

When Zuo Zhen returned to the set, he looked at Song Mingzhi with secret sympathy.

Song Mingzhi sensitively captured her eyes, feeling a little strange, raised her eyebrows slightly, and expressed her doubts.

Zuo Zhen looked away and said nothing.

The scorching sun in September was still a bit scorching hot. Dong Ling was in the ward with a book in his hand.

As the sun sets and the evening comes together, she receives Yuki's report.

Zhong Zhong is now being led by Egret, and has already found a vocal teacher, planning to train as a singer.

Training was the most needed time, so Dong Ling put it aside and filled his head with knowledge.

She didn't want to let her head empty, and once she was free, she couldn't help thinking about Song Mingzhi.

The situation that day was too sudden, Song Mingzhi's departure was too decisive, she didn't even have time to say sorry, but she couldn't make up for it, it was too much like a signal of complete cessation.

But reading a book can't escape thinking, it's really depressing.

Habits are a terrible thing. She is used to saying good morning and good night to Song Mingzhi, and she is used to sharing more interesting things and stories with her, so that she subconsciously wants to tell her any good articles she reads.

Dong Ling deleted the text in the box little by little, and looked at Wei Wei who had stopped eight days ago.

Sitting in the hotel room, Song Mingzhi looked at the 'positive input' appearing and disappearing on the frame with a gloomy expression.

In the end, nothing appeared in the box, and the words that kept appearing and disappearing disappeared.

Song Mingzhi couldn't help but sneered, and switched pages in annoyance.

She seemed to be caught in a closed loop of the program. Rational analysis told her that she should withdraw, but the failed relationship was not a file that could be cleared with one click, but a virus that continuously sent pop-ups to make the host into chaos.

Dong Ling's best never come to her and don't keep her, so she can make a clean break with her and never have anything to do with her.

But every time Song Mingzhi thought about this, her mood would fluctuate again.

Song Mingzhi closed her eyes, lowered the degree of the air conditioner, and opened the message box with Wang Buli. The last message was four days ago.

Wang Buli told her about Dongling's recovery, and she felt heartbroken when she saw Dongling.

- Don't tell me how she is, I don't care.

Wang Buli probably understood what she meant, didn't ask the reason, just said 'OK'.

Song Mingzhi thought about Dong Ling's sick face that day, but in the end she didn't ask.

Anyway, willing to live and be alive, little conscience.

…………

It’s a good old saying, Dongling was injured for a hundred days, and she wanted to be discharged from the hospital after living for half a month. Her parents refused to let her, and wanted her to stay in the hospital for two more months.

"Mom, it's really not that exaggerated. The doctor said that I can be discharged from the hospital. The same is true for my recuperation at home. You don't have to run back and forth between the hospital and the house."

Liu Zhuoyun said worriedly: "Okay, it's just that if you feel uncomfortable at home, you need to find a doctor in the first room."

"Okay, I know."

"Then my dad and I will go home first, and I'll stew old hen soup for you, and you can drink it when you go back."

Dong Ling touched the soft flesh of his stomach, nodded and said yes.

Dongling doesn't have to prepare anything for discharge from the hospital, but there is one thing to do.

When she was in the ward next door, Xuan Du seemed to be writing something, and when he saw Dong Ling coming, he hurriedly put it away.

"The police should come to ask you related questions later, congratulations to you in advance for reforming yourself, although I don't know how long you will be sentenced, but I hope you have reformed when you come out."

Dongling was not interested in what Xuandu wrote, she just came to tell her the ending.

She had already taken Xuandu very seriously, and she would not have the possibility of evading sanctions.

"Thank you for your parting words, but can you let me take care of it for two more days, just two days, let me make mental preparations... Hey, don't look at me like that, I'm not going to run, let's talk about where I can run , my dad is no longer in the city."

Xuandu spread his hands, even in the mood to joke.

This feels very strange, Dongling is used to seeing her hysterical appearance, she is really not used to this appearance.

"If you are worried, you can ask the police to watch at the door. You are on the twenty-fifth floor, and I have no wings."

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Dong Ling nodded, intending to speak to the police officers later to make them pay more attention.

Xuandu waved his hand: "I really don't give any face at all, you can go quickly, and I won't bother you to talk about love."

Dongling is very inexplicable: "What is love?"

"When you're discharged from the hospital, who won't pick you up?"

Xuandu said with some surprise, after all, she felt goosebumps all over when she saw who was so aggressive towards Dongling.

Dong Ling's face darkened, Xuandu really couldn't lift the pot without opening it.

"You broke up?"

Xuan Du caught Dong Ling's reaction and was very surprised.

"What does it have to do with you."

She and Song Mingzhi were not in a formal relationship, so why did they break up.

"It's a pity, I thought you would have a good time."

"Are you Xuandu? You were pierced by a soul?"

Dong Ling really felt a little hellish now. It was strange that Xuandu could say such a person.

Xuandu crossed his arms and said coolly: "What? I wish you still don't like listening to it? Then you should break up as soon as possible. If the conditions do not allow, I will give you a salute."

Before Dongling said she was talking to herself, she said, "But you should think about it again. After all, she seems to like you very much."

Dong Ling wanted to leave, but after hearing this, she couldn't help but say, "Does she seem to like me?"

"Yeah, especially when she looked at me in front of your house, her eyes were full of threats," Xuandu recalled, and pouted his lips very unhappily, "I really hate pretending to be better than me, why is a little star like this? Confident."

"It's you who really aren't human."

Dong Ling didn't even think that the person who could talk about the relationship between Song Mingzhi and her most calmly was Xuandu.

She sincerely hoped that Xuandu could reform himself in prison and become a new person.

Before Dongling was about to leave, Xuandu suddenly called her name.

"It's okay, I just wanted to call."

Xuandu waved his hand at Dong Ling, and Dong Ling muttered a 'failure', suppressing the subtle shortness in his heart.

After Dongling was discharged from the hospital, Chen Shangshang wanted to hold a recovery party for her. The friends were so enthusiastic that Dongling could not refuse, so he agreed.

It's just that people drink, she drinks milk and juice.

The meeting place is Laodi, one of Dong Nuo's party-only places.

Everyone was actually concerned about Dongling, and after a while, Dongling was full of gifts.

Some people brought small biscuits and small cakes baked by themselves, and let Dongling eat them together.

This is a small party, everyone eats and chats, and inevitably gossip.

Gossip can't help but say the most explosive part, and the most explosive part at present is Chen Fei's thing.

Chen Shangshang was afraid of Dongling's discomfort and wanted to pull Dongling away.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Dongling knew that Chen Shangshang was keen on eating melons, so he held Chen Shangshang's hand and got up and left.

Instead of going to the bathroom, she went to the second floor, sat on the hanging chair, and stared at the tree outside the window in a daze.

The flash of movement caught her attention. Dongling jumped off the hanging chair and lay down on the floor-to-ceiling window to look out. After thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone and zoomed in to see clearly that it was a cat.

It should be a black cat raised by a neighbor. Its fur is smooth and smooth. It climbed a tree from the yard and is now crouching among the branches with its tail wagging, looking quite self-conscious.

Someone from the neighbor came out soon, and it seemed to be looking for a cat. The cat tree stood still in the face of the call, quietly watching its owner search for it.

It's really crumbling, Dong Ling thought, the corners of his mouth couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

But the smile soon froze, and she couldn't help zooming in. The image on the screen was a little blurry, but even though it was blurry, she could see who the person in the light-colored shirt was.

Shouldn't Song Mingzhi be filming on set, why did he suddenly appear here?

The people in the small courtyard did not notice that someone was watching them in the distance. Wang Buli loudly shouted the name of the unfilial son in the family, looking at Song Mingzhi with a helpless expression.

"Lao Song, wait for me upstairs first. It's probably hiding somewhere else. It always likes this. I'll go get it and find it."

Song Mingzhi came back specifically for Wang Buli's affairs. The development of Zixing Entertainment was not very optimistic. Wang Buli wanted to sell off his shares and wanted to use the money to invest, so Song Mingzhi came back to help her take a look.

In fact, there is no need to come back specially, it's just... Song Mingzhi lowered his eyes and abandoned the complicated thoughts in his mind.

She went to the second floor, no study, and went to the balcony.

She remembered that when she first knew Dongling, she saw the house opposite Dongling from this balcony.

Song Mingzhi looked over and saw the figure in the floor-to-ceiling window over there.

The distance between the houses was not enough for them to see each other's faces, and perhaps because of this, neither of them left.

The sweet juice that Dongling had just swallowed was inexplicably bitter, and her palms were placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, feeling a little lost.

Song Mingzhi looked at the figure and thought, the little liar thought that he had recovered, otherwise he would not be discharged from the hospital, and he would come to play at a friend's house.

Dongling really wanted to go downstairs and knock on the door next door, but she couldn't.

What to say when they met, she had no answer in her heart.

Chen Shangshang patted Dongling on the shoulder and said, "Lingling, what are you looking at here? Everyone thinks you fell in the toilet."

Dongling was taken aback by Chen Shangshang's actions, and he was relieved for a while.

"What's the matter, you look lost?"

"It's alright," Dong Ling's gaze returned to the window, and found that the figure on the opposite balcony had disappeared, she searched subconsciously, "Where's the person?"

Chen Shangshang felt that something was wrong with her, so he also looked outside and asked, "Who is it?"

Dongling explained vaguely: "A cat just climbed a tree and is now gone."

Chen Shangshang didn't have any doubts and dragged Dongling downstairs.

Dong Ling wanted to join her friends and use pleasure to numb her loss, but it was strange that whenever she felt a little happy, she would still think of Song Mingzhi.

She took out her mobile phone again and typed the text in the input box. She didn't have the courage to send it out, so she pressed delete one by one.

On September 10, it rained a little early.

The road is a little wet, and there is a unique fresh smell of soil being watered.

It's been two days, it's time for Xuandu to go, Dongling came to see her one last time, after all, she won't visit her again.

Halfway through the car, Dongling picked up the phone call from the hospital. The person in charge of staring at Xuandu said that someone in Xuandu's ward was visiting, and she was a patient in a wheelchair. The police told her to go, but the police didn't follow, but guarded door.

There is no other possibility for that person except He Diesheng, and it is difficult for He Diesheng to come over with his sick body.

He Diesheng's physique was not good, and it was not like she had a system to **** her, so she was very dangerous. After leaving the emergency room, she went to the operating room several times. It can be said that Xuandu almost killed her.

"Hurry up."

Dongling urged, it was not a good thing for He Diesheng and Xuandu to meet.

Dongling looked at the scenery passing by the window, her eyelids twitched a little faster, and her inexplicable heart palpitations made her walk quickly towards the inpatient department after leaving the hospital.

Something fell not far away like a kite with a broken string, and a large area of ​​blood was spreading.

There were screams and footsteps coming and going, Dong Ling stood motionless, his head was blank, and his body was cold.

She finally knew where that sense of disobedience came from, and Xuandu had already planned it!

She is also a lunatic!

She pretended to be calm and resigned. How could someone like her be willing to spend the rest of her life in prison, not to mention that she couldn't bear it even a single day in a year.

Dong Ling lowered his head and retched, unwilling to look back at the **** scene, which was frightening and disgusting, as if the blood mixture had splattered on people's skin, with the lingering smell of blood, which made people's lips and teeth cold.

The police quickly went downstairs to deal with it. Facing the whispers of the onlookers, they explained: "This is a suspect who committed suicide because of fear of crime."

Dongling turned to the floor with a cold face, feeling a little empty in his heart.

She pushed open the door of the ward, and looked at the person in front of the window with her back facing her. The back was thin, like a sharp knife.

"Is this the result you want?"

Dong Ling didn't want to question, but her tone was inevitably emotional.

Dongling didn't want to intervene in their affairs, but she also didn't want them to be involved in human life, so she only asked about Xuandu's disappearance except for the matter of lending Xuandu money.

Although the money was not borrowed by her, but by Song Mingzhi.

"Isn't it bad to let her go to jail and pay her due price, even if you lock her up, why would you treat her like that?"

Even if Dongling knew that Xuandu would not go to jail peacefully, she knew that she had already planned to die.

He Diesheng, who had her back turned to her, didn't answer. She looked out the window, propped her body up and looked out, as if she was going to make a second kite.

Dongling pulled her back and met her face.

He Diesheng lost weight for a long time, his cheekbones protruded, and his facial features were slightly distorted because he tried his best to suppress his emotions.

Her eyes were full of red blood, like a ghost crawling from the ground.

Her teeth rattled and her facial nerves twitched unnaturally.

Dong Ling let go of his hand subconsciously and looked at the embarrassed and painful person in front of him.

"She asked someone to send me a letter, saying that if I didn't come to see her one last time."

"I'm here, I keep her, I threaten her, I beg her, she's satisfied, she doesn't think she's lost."

"She said, He Diesheng, why don't you die, and then jumped off."

"If there's anything in this room that she can make a tool, maybe she'll drag me to **** with me."

He Diesheng's eyes were indifferent and numb, giving people a sense of suffocation in an airtight environment.

"Why... I also want to know why," He Diesheng looked at Dong Ling, as if he was just looking at a point in the void, and said to himself, "It just happened before I knew it."

"I want to see her frightened, see her collapse, see her beg for mercy, see that she has nowhere to escape except relying on me, sometimes I really hate her and hate her, I wish I could strangle her myself, she is not likable at all, but she When I really want to die..."

"Have you ever had that feeling of trying so hard to grab something you can't grab at all?"

"I didn't have time to tell her that she was the loser, I won, and it was me who always won."

He Diesheng's face was as pale as paper, no different from the pale paint on the walls, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, talking and laughing.

She suddenly grabbed the clothes on her chest, seemingly enduring the pain, and finally fell down.

Dongling called the doctor and watched her being sent to the emergency room with cold eyes.

When she went downstairs, there was no one who fell on the ground, and the cleaners repeatedly scrubbed the blood, trying to completely eliminate the traces of death.

There seemed to be people talking next to him, and Dongling passed between them like a wandering soul.

She didn't feel pain or sadness for Xuandu's death, she just felt a little empty, and some emotions had no basis.

She walked back home lightly, and the servant said that someone had sent her a letter and had already put it on the table in her room.

Dong Ling nodded, not the first to go back to the room.

She went to the piano room and took out her companion who had been with her.

The note carries the tenderness of compassion and compassion, and the sigh through the fog and rain.

In the past, Dongling seldom knew the meaning of life, because she was young and had a desire for everything, and finally met her music theory partner and learned happily.

She was born smoothly, and there are few times when she can't get anything. She knows what she has, so she always has a bit of compassion, so when she met Xuandu, she stretched out her hand without hesitation.

She has never regretted her helping hand, even if she narrowly missed it later.

Dong Ling did not resent Kuan Du, not because of her blind soft-heartedness and kindness, but because of the attempted harm, and her sympathy for Xuan Du, even with a kind of happy pity and look down on misfortune.

People can't choose the original destiny, but they can choose the way she faces life.

However, all of this really fell into the dust, and even if there was a hunch, it would inevitably be empty.

Dongling played two small tunes, and an unspeakable exhaustion surged into his heart, causing his body to lose the strength to support it.

Dong Ling went to the bathroom. The warm water seemed to warm her hands and feet. She lay in the bathtub and picked up her phone involuntarily.

She habitually typed today's words into the box, some intermittently, probably writing wherever she wanted.

[Mingzhi, I rarely think about what people live for, there are too many answers, maybe only a few sober people can understand, those who don’t seek answers will only repeat the confusion, I am not a sober person, so I choose not to.

Xuandu always asked me why she was born, then I couldn't answer her, and now that she's dead, I still can't give an answer.

I closed my eyes, blood splattered in front of me, like frame by frame images, I didn't like it. If you were by my side, I might hold your hand.

How is the weather there, is it raining or cooling down?

Missing you a bit today. 】

The vertical line of input kept beating, Dongling pressed the delete key and watched the characters disappear quickly.

In another city, someone watched the reminder disappear and said good night in their hearts.

Before going to bed, Dongling saw the white envelope on the dressing table, with the word [Dongling Collection] written on the front.

Dongling opened it, and inside was a piece of paper and a silver card.

On the front of the paper, there are five words written in a flamboyant manner—principal plus interest.

Dongling looked at the card and sighed softly.

There seemed to be words on the back of the paper. Dongling turned it over and saw a small word.

[If you see it, if you have time, go and worship Buddha for me, if you have time, you can’t go. 】

Dong Ling thought that this person was dead, and Xuan Du knew that she would not care if she saw it.

The next day, Dongling watched Xuandu's burial. He Diesheng did not hold a funeral for her, nor did he publish an obituary for her.

It was as if she was alive, just disappeared.

He Diesheng had a small bottle in his hand, which contained Xuandu's ashes.

She pushed the wheelchair away without saying a word.

Her figure was thin, like a butterfly wrapped in sin.

Dongling went to a nearby well-known temple with strong incense and worshipped the Buddha for Xuandu. According to religious theory, she hoped that after repaying her cause and effect, she could enjoy a normal life.

The red silk of the big tree in the temple fluttered, Dongling stopped and looked at it for a while, and suddenly heard a voice not far away.

"Mr. East?"

Dongling looked back and saw Zhong Zhong wearing glasses.

"Why are you here?"

"My grandmother believed in Buddhism during her lifetime, and there is no training plan today, so I came to worship Buddha."

Dongling nodded, without asking any further, and went downstairs along the stairs.

Zhong Zhong was also silent beside her.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhong Zhong held back and said, "Mr. Dong, Sister Bailu said that I need a stage name, but I couldn't make up my mind. She said I could come and ask you."

The agent asked her to ask, and she didn't know why, so she asked when she happened to meet.

Dong Ling said casually: "The world's fate, spit-pecking is the same machine, if you don't find it unpleasant, then call it Zhong peeping."

Zhong Zhong said sincerely: "It sounds obscure and ugly at first, but when I think about it, it sounds pretty good. Thank you, Mr. Dong."

Hence the name.

At the foot of Dongling Mountain, they parted ways with Zhong Zhong, and there is no intention to give it away.

Not long after Dongling recovered from her injury, she went down the mountain for some activities today. When she came back, she felt a little weak, and the sky was still drowsy.

The next morning, she was woken up by Yuki's serial cable. She was a little worried, but she woke up when she heard what Yuuki said.

In fact, the content is not very exciting, but someone filmed her and Zhong Zhong leaving together at the foot of the mountain yesterday, but he should never have to. ?"

When Dongling saw the swear words, he felt compelled to find out and beat the person who took pictures and edited the content.

Many marketing accounts are also following suit, planning to eat CP fever.

"Is it hot?"

"If it's overwhelmed, let them delete it if it's a little fuzzy. If there are more fans, it's estimated that the situation will rebound after deleting it, so I put it on hold for now."

"So be it."

Dongling pinched his brows wearily, what is this?

She asked yuki to book her a ticket and went to the bathroom to wash up.

On the Internet, the sisters were happy when they saw the title, but soon someone noticed something was wrong.

@ Sweet Send End: Ah this... Whispered that this is not Sister Song, although it is a bit similar, but obviously she is much younger, and the style is not at all similar.

@兰芷多芳草: Our sister is filming thousands of miles away. Yesterday, I interacted with the fans who visited the class. This...

@Please send me the end: I want to open something, maybe Mr. Dong and my sister-in-law are traveling together.

Song Mingzhi went to the crew this morning and found that some people looked at her in the wrong way. When she looked over, it seemed that nothing happened.

She felt a little strange in her heart, but after thinking about it, she didn't think she had done anything strange, so she reviewed the script as usual.

Zuo Zhen looked at Song Mingzhi and knew that she probably didn't read Weibo, and she didn't know anything for the time being.

At this time, Zuo Zhen saw Pu Xingchun running over in a careless manner, and his heart was bad.

Sure enough, Pu Xingchun looked at Song Mingzhi teasingly and asked, "Sister Song, how do you play the clone technique, teach me!"

Song Mingzhi was confused: "What kind of avatar technique?"

"I'm still pretending to be with me. I promise not to leak the secret. The paparazzi took pictures of you and Mr. Dong appearing at the temple together yesterday. I heard that the temple is very special for marriage. I also want to go with my baby."

The last sentence Pu Xingchun said in a low voice, but Song Mingzhi didn't listen.

"Did you film me and Mr. Dong?"

Song Mingzhi's 'I' was accented, and Pu Xingchun felt something was wrong, so he nodded.

Song Mingzhi asked Xiaotan for her mobile phone and searched for related questions.

In some blurry photos, Dongling is wearing sunglasses, and the people around her are also wearing glasses. At first glance, she does look a lot like her.

But Song Mingzhi knew that it wasn't her.

Song Mingzhi sneered angrily, what is this, are you kidding her?

Made up so many, just to deceive her?

Then she really thanked her. Song Mingzhi thought it was ridiculous. She lived to be twenty-nine years old and was played around by a little girl who was five or six years younger.

Song Mingzhi was a little angry, she looked at Pu Xingchun's somewhat frightened expression, and restrained her expression.

"Want to know? You can ask Mr. Dong."

Song Mingzhi's tone was a bit sarcastic. She lost her shooting status and asked Yu Shuangwei to take leave.

Yu Shuangwei said unhappily, "I can wait for you if you can't get into the show now, but if you want to invite one day, you will have to wait for you."

Song Mingzhi didn't bother, she called Yu Shuangwei and said, "Tell Yu Shuangwei that the lead actor will take a day off."

Yu Shuangwei was a little inexplicable, and then found that the electricity rang. It was the call from the investor of Yunming Pictures in Jingzhou, the largest investor.

Yu Shuang picked up the phone, and hung up only to see Song Mingzhi's back, she moved her lips, and finally raised the loudspeaker: "Where's the prop guy, let's shoot something else today!"

Song Mingzhi changed her clothes and removed her makeup, and planned to talk about the termination of the contract today.

She didn't want to lose her last dignity. She was like a fool who was fooled by thinking about Dongling repeatedly during the separation. She was just a prey and a plaything for entertainment. She clearly marked the price, and she also saved her from misunderstanding, wishful thinking, and self-love.

There was a knock on the door, Song Mingzhi opened the door with a cold face, looking at the uneasy person standing in front of him, his face became even more ugly.

"How dare you come to me, what are you trying to say to lie to me this time?"

"Mingzhi, I didn't lie to you...I..."

Dong Ling was pulled into the room and pushed against the wall.

"You didn't lie to me, who is that person?"

"Have you found a home so soon, or do you like skin like this face?"

"I hate being fooled, Dongling, what did you do to me?"

Song Mingzhi's questioning, word by word, was full of embarrassment.

The back of Dong Ling's head slammed against the hard wall, and her eyes were filled with tears because of the pain. She held back the tears and looked at Song Mingzhi and explained, "I didn't fool you."

"She's not the next family. I don't like her. I have nothing to do with her. I don't just like such a face and such a skin."

"When you're not by my side, I always think, why should I meet an impossible person, want me to love and suffer unreasonable pain."

"I try to do a lot of things to distract me, but it's weird that I think of you every time I get emotional. I revisited the movies we didn't have time to watch a few times, but the hamster you gave me stayed with me. I."

"Xuandu died, and her blood splattered in front of me, I'm not sad, because it's her choice, but it would be fine if she was by your side, I'll hold your hand tightly and tell you that I'm a little scared. "

Dongling's tears rolled down, Song Mingzhi's disappointment and questioning were completely defeated