Pounding Stars: Good morning, national male god

"Don't touch me..." Qi Zishi instinctively resisted, his voice was weak but firm.

Wang Beichuan was stunned for a moment, and said, "Zishi, be my woman, and I promise to treat you well."

"No, don't, I'm Li Xingran's woman...you...you let me go...otherwise...I will hate you forever..." Qi Zishi half-opened his eyes, and pressed his hands weakly on Wang Beichuan's chest.

"Li Xingran?" Wang Beichuan's heart shuddered when he heard this name, remembering the fight with Li Xingran that time, he had two back molars knocked out.

Although Li Xingran's manager compensated him 5 yuan later, he still couldn't swallow it.

He thought that Qi Zishi and Li Xingran were just novelties for a while, but he didn't expect that she would still miss him, and it seemed that she had given all her heart.

"No, how can a playboy like Li Xingran treat you sincerely? Zishi, you should follow me!" Wang Beichuan said, tearing off Qi Zishi's last piece of clothing. Just as he was about to do it, suddenly He heard a cold voice behind him.

"If you dare to move again, I will castrate you immediately."

Wang Beichuan turned his head and met those eyes like a deep pool. This man who looked 35 or [-] years old was holding a fruit knife and pointing straight at him.

Wang Beichuan was taken aback. He seemed to have seen this man before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"You, who are you, you...how did you get in?"

"Who am I? You don't have to know who I am because it doesn't matter."

Wang Beichuan could tell at a glance that this person had a lot of background, which was not only reflected in his high-end and stylish clothes, but also in his stern and noble temperament, and that frightening look in his eyes, which can be said to be one in a million .

"I'll go, I'll just go." Wang Beichuan got off the bed, rolled to the ground, and put on his clothes in a panic.

Yuwen Dayi looked at his embarrassed look, sneered, and said, "Take out your mobile phone, and I'll take a look."

"Mobile phone?" Wang Beichuan was taken aback, and looked at the man in front of him in confusion. When did he enter this room and found that he had taken a photo? Well, since he saw it, why didn't he come out to stop it at that time? But to jump out at a critical moment?
Wang Beichuan obediently handed the phone to Yuwen Dayi. Yu Wendayi glanced at the few photos with extremely poor shooting skills, calmly deleted them one by one, handed the phone back to Wang Beichuan, and said coldly: " Retake."

Wang Beichuan couldn't believe his ears, looked at Yuwen Dayi in shock, and asked, "You, you, what did you say?"

"I said, remake, you don't show any intimacy at all, it looks fake at first glance, I said, since you take money to do things, can you be more professional?"

Yuwen Dayi's words made Wang Beichuan's back break out in cold sweat—what did he mean? Was he a human or a ghost? Didn't he come to save Qi Zishi?
"Oh, good, good." Wang Beichuan didn't dare to refute a single word even though he was full of doubts in his heart, so he bit the bullet and went to untie his pants again.

"Who told you to take pictures of you and her?" Yuwen Dayi looked at Wang Beichuan with some disgust, and said, "I asked you to take pictures of me and her."

As Yuwen Dayi said, he took off his clothes and trousers in twos and twos, revealing his perfect figure and enviable abdominal muscles. He went to the bed loudly, hugged the drowsy Qi Zishi in his arms, and said :"shoot!"

Wang Beichuan was so frightened that he almost didn't kneel on the ground. The hand holding the mobile phone trembled violently. He dropped the mobile phone on the ground. He picked it up hastily, with a mournful face, and said, "Brother, what do you mean? Or, You can send me to the police station!"

Yuwen Dayi gave Wang Beichuan a contemptuous look, and said, "Just like you, you are worthy of claiming to be a high-achieving student who graduated from a key university? With this level, you have the nerve to step in and be someone's son-in-law. With your courage and courage, you can do it." Do you want to start a business and be your own boss? Wang Beichuan, your ability to dream is quite good."

Wang Beichuan was confused by Yuwen Dayi's series of questions, and at last he slapped his head suddenly and said, "I remembered, you were that...that one who attended the wedding when he accompanied his son...that..."

"Don't remember my name. I asked you to retake the film. Naturally, I have my own purpose. Since I want to ruin the marriage between Li Xingran and Qi Zishi, then I must throw a blockbuster. Instead of letting you If low-level, dirty and humble people come to tarnish Zishi's reputation, why not let me do it, at least, this will not have a particularly bad impact on her future development in the entertainment industry."

Wang Beichuan finally understood what Yuwen Dayi meant. Although he was very reluctant in his heart, but now he is a fish and a man, he can only be obedient.

With a clicking sound, Wang Beichuan's mobile phone stored ambiguous bed photos of Qi Zishi and Yuwen Dayi in various poses.

Yuwen Dayi checked it out, deleted some overly revealing ones, and said, "According to your employer's request, these are to be posted on Weibo, right?"

"Yes..." Wang Beichuan's voice trembled slightly.

"Send." Yuwen Dayi flipped his hands towards him, signaling him to leave.

"Can I go?" Wang Beichuan put on his shoes carelessly as if he had been pardoned, and left Qi Zishi's house in three steps at a time.

When Yuwen Dayi looked back at Qi Zi, who was still dazed and muttering something, he sighed a long time: "You, you, you like that kid so much?"

Yuwen Dayi stroked Qi Zishi's hair, lowered his head and glanced at her who was only wearing a bra, resisted the desire in his heart, and put her pajamas back into order.

During this period, Qi Zishi kept calling Li Xingran's name, and Yu Wendayi kept suppressing the anger in his heart. He told himself time and time again that if she shouted again, he would definitely eat her up. all over.

However, in the end, he still couldn't bear to do it.

He couldn't bear to hurt her, even a little bit, whether it was physical or spiritual.

He has his own principles and his own stubbornness.

When he wanted to get Qi Zi, he would never use dirty methods.

Yuwen Dayi left Qi Zishi's bed, covered her with a quilt, turned around and entered the living room, and lay down on the sofa.

He also guessed something about the progress of Qi Zishi's relationship with Li Xingran, but he knew that whatever he did at this time would only make Qi Zishi further away from him. Perhaps, the way he could love her was to do everything he could. Can accomplish her.

……

In the early morning, in Li Yuan villa, the door of Li Xingran's master bedroom was knocked.

He turned over impatiently and asked, "Who is it, I haven't woken up yet."

"Brother Ran, grandma is here." Huang Yunxuan's voice came in softly.

Li Xingran was taken aback, and opened his eyes suddenly, feeling a little strange in his heart.

For some reason, Song Yunzhu rarely came to this villa, and even if she did, she would only stay at the door for a while, and would never stay here for a long time, let alone stay overnight.

Li Xingran lifted the quilt, gathered his energy, and opened the door.

Huang Yunxuan outside the door has tidied up neatly, wearing a light pink dress with just the right light makeup, looking pure and elegant.

Li Xingran was not interested in Huang Yunxuan's well-prepared attire, so he went downstairs and walked into the living room.

On the sofa in the living room, Song Yunzhu and his assistant Zhao Qiankun sat there upright, as if they were holding a serious board meeting.

"Xingran, the Spring Festival is coming soon. Our relatives and friends at home and abroad will come back to China. This is the time when people are most complete. I plan to set your engagement banquet on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month. How about it? ?”

"Whatever." When Li Xingran heard that Song Yunzhu was talking about this, his face became very long, and he turned and walked into the kitchen, intending to find something to eat.

"I heard that the casting of your new play has to be completed before the Spring Festival. Grandma knows you are busy, so let Yunxuan do the chores like choosing a dress and booking a restaurant."

Seeing that Song Yunzhu was still talking, Li Xingran said impatiently: "Understood, I didn't intend to participate in this matter."

"Also, the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month is the anniversary of your father's death. He has been there for a full ten years. When that day comes, you and Yun Xuan can go to his graveyard to pay homage. Tell him about your engagement. , will be very happy."

Hearing the word "Day of Death", Li Xingran was taken aback, his originally elongated face became more serious, he turned straight and looked at Song Yunzhu, the impatience in his eyes turned into anger.

"The 21th day of the twelfth lunar month is the anniversary of my father's death. Then, what day is the [-]st day of the twelfth lunar month? Has grandma forgotten?"

"Xingran..." Song Yunzhu's complexion also became a little ugly, and he said coldly: "It's been so long since that incident, so don't mention it again? What grandma is telling you now is all happy and good things, why don't you I just want to mention something bad."

"Unlucky? That's right, you always thought my mother was unlucky, so, on the second day after my father died, you blamed all the faults on my mother, saying that she killed my father and forced her to die. He hanged himself in his own room! If my mother is said to be unlucky, then am I also born with unlucky luck? Then why don't you force me to death together?"

"Xingran!" Song Yunzhu stood up from the sofa, pointed at Li Xingran's nose, and shouted: "Is this how you talk to grandma? I have pampered and loved you all these years and satisfied all your requirements. Now you But you don't know how to be grateful at all, and dare to contradict me?"

"Song Yunzhu, if I had a choice, I would rather be a ghost than be reincarnated in the Li family! I would rather be the child of a trafficker than your grandson!"

Li Xingran said, grabbed the coat on the shelf in the living room, put it on his body, and ran out of the villa.

Song Yunzhu looked at Li Xingran's stubborn and determined back, heaved dryly twice, then suddenly covered his heart, and fell straight backward.

"Chairman!"

"grandmother!"

Zhao Qiankun and Huang Yunxuan rushed towards Song Yunzhu together, but saw that her face was pale, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she was already unconscious.