Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

Mu Jue had a smile on his face, looking at the woman in front of him who didn't panic at all, raised his eyebrows, what a coincidence, just as he wanted to see what this woman looked like, someone paid a high price to kill her .

"who is it?"

Sang Jiuqing's eyes were fixed on the black muzzle of the gun, as long as the opponent's finger moved slightly, there would be a hole in her heart.

"Don't tell you."

The corner of Mu Jue's mouth curled up. There was no failure list in his hand, so this person had to die.

Just as he was about to get rid of him, a man's voice came from outside the door.

"Sang Jiuqing, open the door. It's filming and you're still dawdling inside. Could it be that you're changing clothes?"

The man's voice was a little teasing, and even vaguely expectant. It seemed that as long as the person inside answered, he would immediately break in and peep at people changing their clothes openly.

Mu Jue's hands froze. It was Zhu Yang. He was filming with this woman?
Seeing Mu Jue's reaction, Sang Jiuqing had a vague guess in his heart, did this person know Zhu Yang?But Zhu Yang is just a starlet. Although his father used to have an official position, he is dead. Now he is as ordinary as himself.

Do ordinary stars know killers?

A trace of hesitation flashed in Mu Jue's eyes, he put away the gun irritably, frowned, and slowly uttered three words with his thin lips.

"Go open the door."

Sang Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, did she not kill herself?He really knew Zhu Yang.

As soon as she opened the door, Zhu Yang appeared at the door with a face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, but when that smiling face saw the people in the dressing room, it suddenly sank.

"What are you doing here?"

The corner of Mu Jue's mouth curled up. Isn't this nonsense? Wherever he is, most of them are performing tasks.

Zhu Yang also seemed to have guessed the answer, and frowned at Sang Jiuqing, who was calm and breezy. He also admired this woman for being so calm, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"You go to filming, my role is over."

Sang Jiuqing nodded, only to realize that her footsteps were a little stiff. It turned out that she would also be afraid, but under such circumstances, it was useless to be afraid.

When Sang Jiuqing's figure was gone, Zhu Yang closed the door of the dressing room with a "bang", turned his head and punched Mu Jue in the face, and Mu Jue's fair face was instantly bruised and purple.

God knows, what he cherishes the most is this face. If you don't slap someone in the face, this person actually did it for a woman.

There was danger in Mu Jue's eyes, one hand slowly stroked his bruised part, his lips curled up, very angry.

Zhu Yang's face was a little angry, thinking that if he hadn't come just now, Sang Jiuqing might have died here, not far from him, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"You hit me because of her? Zhu Yang, when did you care so much about a woman? It's not like you."

Mu Jue's voice was very soft, and he stroked his eyebrows. Before the other party answered, he took a step forward and pushed him against the wall. His height was close to 1.9 meters, which was four centimeters taller than Zhu Yang's. It was a completely condescending posture.

"Questions?"

There was some mockery on Zhu Yang's face, Sang Jiuqing was his friend, at least he thought so, since she was a friend, he wouldn't allow others to hurt her.

Mu Jue lowered his head, looked at the face of this man who was close at hand, and curled his mouth. Sure enough, the temperature on his body was the most comfortable.

Zhu Yang pushed the person away, holding back the discomfort in his heart, this girl's movements are so abnormal, she probably likes men, thinking of this, she frowned fiercely.

"Mu Jue, do you like men?"

These words hit Mu Jue's head like a bomb, causing his eyes to stare.

Mu Jue's face was a little cracked, like a mouse whose tail had been chopped off, he jumped up instantly, stepped back in horror, stared at Zhu Yang.

"You fart!"

Zhu Yang raised his eyebrows, didn't this person realize that many of his behaviors were abnormal?
"You just like men! You pervert!"

Zhu Yang opened the door, too lazy to argue with this person, but before he stepped out, he was pulled in by someone, and the door was closed again.

Just as Zhu Yang was about to get angry, something soft and soft suddenly covered his forehead. After he realized it, goosebumps fell all over the floor.

"You are fucking sick!"

Zhu Yang punched hard, but before the fist hit Mu Jue's face, he was stopped by the opponent.

"Oh!"

The sound of a clothes hanger falling to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the vanity mirror shattering.

In the end, even the chair was split in half by Zhu Yang's long legs. The two of them fought in this narrow place, and nothing was spared.

"Oh, didn't you say I'm a pervert? Then I'll do what a pervert should do."

The blame is all on my back, so I can't just do nothing.

Zhu Yang kicked sideways, knocked over the sofa beside him, and flew straight towards Mu Jue. Mu Jue raised his eyebrows, kicked his foot on the wall, his body rose instantly, and avoided the sofa. After a somersault, he landed steadily in front of Zhu Yang, his eyes were extremely serious.

"I don't like men."

Zhu Yang obviously didn't believe it. Thinking of the thing that fell on his forehead just now, his heart trembled and his fists clenched.

"Better not."

Zhu Yang didn't want to entangle with this person anymore, he straightened his clothes, saw the mess inside, the corner of his mouth twitched, wondering if Director Zhang would kill him if he saw it.

But now he was too lazy to think about it, turned around and walked out of the dressing room, leaving Mu Jue inside alone.

After a while, a man in black came in from the window. It was Su Han. When he saw Mu Jue lowering his head and thinking about something, his heart tightened. This man must not be over.

"What about Miss Sang, you...you really killed her?"

Su Han's face was a little pale, but King had specifically explained that the matter related to Ms. Sang must be reported to him. He also just knew that Mu Jue's mission target this time was her, so he ran away in a hurry without even wearing his coat. come over.

Mu Jue shook his head, a trace of grievance flashed in his eyes, when he saw the man coming in, he suddenly jumped on him like a child.

"Han, I'm so sad, he actually called me a pervert, how could this be, look at my face, he actually hit me in the face."

The corner of Su Han's mouth twitched, he was already used to this man's nerves, thinking of what the doctor said, he needs to be cared for more and treat him like a pet.

"Zhu Yang's temper is like that, tell me quickly, where is Miss Sang?"

"Outside, Zhu Yang won't let me kill her."

Su Han breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his life was saved, which is great.

He patted Mu Jue on the back and motioned for him to get up. Seeing the mess in the room, he knew that the two of them should have started.

Sighing, if these two people can get along in harmony, it would be hell.

But at any rate, Su Han had a conscience, and before leaving, he called someone to clean up the mess, while Mu Jue followed him listlessly.

He didn't intend to kill Sang Jiuqing at first, after all, he knew that Mu Bing cared about that woman a little bit, so today he was just curious to take a look, and he didn't expect to meet that guy Zhu Yang.

And Sang Jiuqing, after experiencing this incident, knew that someone wanted to deal with her, but she didn't know who it was, the man in the lounge just now was scary, but the hell, she thought he was very familiar , I always feel like I have seen it somewhere.

Sang Jiuqing was sitting on the chair and meditating carefully. The chair next to her rang, as if someone had sat down. When she looked up, she saw Zhu Yang's gritted teeth face.

Speaking of which, if it wasn't for him today, I would have turned into a cold corpse, with seriousness on his face.

"Thank you for today's matter."

Hearing what Sang Jiuqing said, Zhu Yang raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little, feeling a little better.

"Don't be too happy. If he fails once, he will come again. He has never failed in his hand, so when you go out in the future, remember to let Boluo City protect you."

Sang Jiuqing raised her eyes and asked Boluo City to protect her?She is so busy, she doesn't have time, but when she faced Zhu Yang, she still nodded.

Seeing the woman's expression, Zhu Yang knew that she didn't take this matter seriously. He gritted his teeth and lay down on the chair depressed, with his legs straight.

"He's a killer, not just an ordinary killer, Sang Jiuqing, if you don't guard against him, you won't know how he died."

Sang Jiuqing raised his eyebrows, he was not an ordinary killer, so who would invite him, his brows frowned.

"Don't worry, I cherish my life very much."

Only then did Zhu Yang feel relieved, but Mu Jue's temperament is unpredictable, if he wants to kill you, you can't escape anywhere in the world, so today, he probably showed mercy to Sang Jiuqing.

After Sang Jiuqing's role was over, she got into her car with An Hong, and An Hong acted as the driver, while she was boringly scrolling through Weibo from behind.

The black fans on the Internet were still arguing, and even replaced this incident with three words, making money.

Sang Jiuqing didn't care about these things. After getting out of the car, he entered his new home. He kicked his heel, walked over and nestled comfortably in the sofa. Suddenly, his whole face was covered by the paper taken by An Hong, and he took it down to have a look. , raised his eyebrows.

"what is this?"

An Hong poured herself a glass of water, took a sip before sitting down on the sofa.

"The proof of donating money, where the money goes, you give me the online store, I can't let you down, no, I donated all the money to the mountain, and I didn't leave a cent. You pat it and send it to Go to Weibo and stop the mouths of those people."

A smile flashed in Sang Jiuqing's eyes, why did this person suddenly think of donating money to the mountain?
An Hong seemed to have figured out what she was thinking, and her hands tightly gripped the quilt.

"Not long ago, I read your fan letter. A 13-year-old child wrote it, saying that he wanted to go to school and liked you very much. I thought that you are such an excellent woman, you should be the hope of others, so I put All the money was donated to his mountain area.”