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

"Little ancestor, I really thought you died this time."

An Hong's eyes were red. When she just woke up, the other party didn't tell her that the woman was still alive. When she heard the news that she jumped off the building, she almost fainted. Fortunately, the disaster was indeed a thousand years old.

The two got in the car and went home. Sang Jiuqing took the cigarette beside him, lowered his head and lit one for himself, and leaned on the sofa lazily to smoke.

Her eyes were a little misty. When she was taking a bath last night, she found those pinholes on her arms. She really didn't want to recall those days in the detention center, the pain of being eaten by bugs all over her body, and Completely forgetting herself, immersed in the great pleasure of the drug world, two feelings kept torturing her nerves, and she felt that she was going crazy.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke ring, his wrists were drooping on the sofa beside him, his long legs were carelessly folded, and he seemed to have returned to his previous appearance.

"Sister An, let's take a day off and then hold a press conference. The people in the imperial capital must know that I'm back."

"Ok."

Sister An took out a fruit platter from the kitchen and put it in front of Sang Jiuqing. Seeing that the woman was still the same as before, the big stone she was carrying in her heart finally fell to the ground.

Sang Jiuqing, who was already dead, suddenly announced that he was going to hold a press conference, and the imperial capital was shocked again. It boiled like a pot of boiling water in an instant.

"What's going on? Is the company planning to make a statement?"

"It would be great if I was in person, but Sang Jiuqing is dead, probably what the Dynasty wants to do, and we will know when the time comes."

"I hope the goddess is back."

Everyone started talking about it. Sang Jiuqing's press conference is two days later. No matter what the reason is, this person has been occupying Weibo's hot spot recently. Even if someone else held a press conference for her, there is something to write about .

And Boluo City has been on a business trip recently, and some escaped and dared not stay in the imperial capital. When Nan Shi said that Sang Jiuqing was going to hold a press conference, his heart was instantly ecstatic. Even if there was a glimmer of hope, he would rush back.

Even though he saw Sang Jiuqing jumping off the stairs with his own eyes, even though that scene became his eternal nightmare, there was still a small voice in his heart shouting that maybe Sang Jiuqing was not dead.

Boluo City couldn't even take care of work, and couldn't book a plane ticket, so he could only drive his own car all night, speeding all the way back to the imperial capital.

After returning to the imperial capital, it was already two days later. All the entertainment reporters were waiting at the scene. Everyone was waiting eagerly. Holding up a poster of Sang Jiuqing, her eyes were clouded with tears.

The first one to come out was An Hong, still obese, but there was firmness between her brows, and she slowly sat on a stool beside her.

As Sang Jiuqing's assistant, she usually has many opportunities to show up, and she is even more famous than some starlets, so everyone knows her as Sang Jiuqing's assistant.

An Hong took the microphone aside, her eyes were serious.

"About the recent events, I think everyone already knows. Many people say that Sang Jiuqing is dead. As her assistant, I have to remind everyone, don't believe those false rumors. The police have already said, Sang Jiuqing was framed for drug trafficking. When she was locked up in the detention center, someone injected drugs into her body. Everyone knew the horror of drugs, so she left the country the day she left the detention center. As for the woman who jumped off the building , I don’t know her, and she doesn’t know her either.”

These words of An Hong can be described as a pound bomb, making the water in the imperial capital even more muddy.

"Assistant An, what do you mean, Sang Jiuqing is not dead? She is not the one who jumped off the building?"

"I have been with Sang Jiuqing for so long, so I naturally know her temperament. It's just that after being forcibly addicted to drugs, she is not feeling well recently. I hope everyone can give her some space. Also, taking drugs is not her original intention, and she is also a victim. , I hope you can be more tolerant."

The fans screamed instantly. According to An Hong, their goddess should not have jumped off the building, it was just a coincidence.

"Assistant An, can the goddess come out to meet us? We want to know how she is doing now?"

Everyone didn't care about drugs at this time. After all, the police had proved that Sang Jiuqing was forced to take drugs. It was already unfortunate enough for a girl to encounter such a thing. How could they blame her.

The corner of An Hong's mouth curled up, and she gestured for everyone to be quiet, with a smile flashing in her eyes.

"What she cares about the most is her fans. Knowing that fake news makes you very sad, so when she came back from abroad two days ago, she asked me to organize this press conference. Her drug addiction has been quit, to be honest. , I don't know what she went through during this time."

As An Hong said, she took the remote control at the side and pressed it. Sang Jiuqing's figure appeared on the big screen in an instant, but compared to before, she was really much thinner, and she had lost all her weight shape.

The fans at the scene immediately burst into tears. It turned out that this person is really still there.

The reporters didn't expect this situation, they picked up their cameras one after another and cast them on the big screen.

Sang Jiuqing had only one simple sentence.

"I'm fine, thank you everyone, when I recover, I will come out to film right away."

After saying this, the screen went dark in the afternoon, and An Hong also got up by this time, bowing to the audience.

"Thank you for your support to Sang Jiuqing. When she recovers, she will definitely come up with more good works. Fans also ask you to believe in her. Sang Jiuqing is not so easy to be defeated."

After saying this, he stepped off the stage, and the scene was already boiling. The person who thought he was dead jumped out at this time. It would be a lie to say that he was not surprised. This is probably the biggest event in the entertainment industry recently. one thing.

After An Hong walked out of here, she went directly to a black car parked by the street. Sang Jiuqing was already waiting beside the car, leaning lazily on it. An Hong was about to run over when she heard There was an exclamation from a group of people.

It turned out that the fans ran out after her, and they had obviously seen Sang Jiuqing at this time.

After being taken aback, Sang Jiuqing waved his hands generously. The two were about to get in the car when a black Bentley suddenly drifted and stopped aside.

She looked at the familiar license plate number, and her whole body trembled, but it was only for a moment, and the meaning in her eyes became meaningful.

Heh, Boluo City...

Boluo City strode down from the car, his mental state seemed to be worse than Sang Jiuqing's. He drove for two consecutive nights without resting for a moment, his eyes were bloodshot, but seeing the person in front of him , his throbbing heart finally got better.

"Sang Jiuqing..."

He had a shaggy beard on his face, and after walking a few steps, he was about to hug the other party into his arms, but Sang Jiuqing avoided him. As soon as he looked up, he saw the other party's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his heart skipped a beat There was a sharp pain.

She really hated him...

"Who am I? Isn't this Young Master Bai? What do you need from me? It shouldn't be working hours now."

Apart from the relationship between the boss and the employees, they don't have the slightest involvement.

Seeing her indifferent eyes, Bo Luocheng trembled in his heart. For some reason, he wanted to cry, so he could only lower his eyes secretly, struggling with pain in his eyes.

"You'll be fine."

"Ah."

Sang Jiuqing responded lightly, and got into the car with An Hong without looking back. It was not until the car drove a little far that Bo Luocheng came back to his senses, and slightly twitched the corners of his mouth.

"boss……"

Nan Shi got down from the car and saw so many gossipy eyes around him, thinking that it was probably over this time, there would definitely be a scandal between the two on the Internet, after all, the boss looked like an abandoned little girl. Same as daughter-in-law.

"Boss, get in the car first."

Nan Shi persuaded, and immediately opened the car door, Bo Luocheng took a look around, suppressed the dull pain in his heart, lifted his feet and got into the car, leaned lightly on the back seat, staring at the car with some emptiness in his eyes top.

Nan Shi was driving, looking at this person from the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly his hands trembled, and the car turned directly on the street. throttle.

The boss is crying...

Nan Shi's heart was very complicated. Speaking of which, it wasn't his fault. After all, he was hypnotized and didn't know what he was doing. But Miss Sang blamed him, that's what he should do. A girl, Who knows what went through inside.

It's just that he has never seen the boss so frustrated before, as if only the body is left empty, the boss in his heart has always been like a general or an emperor who points out the country, making important decisions lightly, but all this seems Since meeting Miss Sang, she has changed silently.

Love is really a magical thing.

Nan Shi sighed and shook his head, drove the car to the front of the house, and found that the people in the back seat still didn't respond, so he sighed.

"Boss, here we are."

"Ah."

Bo Luocheng rubbed his temples, opened the car door and walked down. The moment he came into contact with the sunlight, his eyes almost went dark and he passed out.

He is now like a mushroom that is only suitable for staying in a dark place. These lights cannot drive away the darkness in his heart, but instead make those bad memories clearer.

Bo Luocheng went upstairs in a panic, closed the door, and lay down on the big bed. He was obviously very tired, so tired that he wished he could go to sleep now, but when he thought of Sang Jiuqing's thin and haggard face, he felt like Unable to fall asleep, he could only take the pillow beside him and hold it in his arms.

After Sang Jiuqing left, he hasn't touched anything in this room, and he rarely sleeps in it. Most of the time he stays in the company, and only occasionally comes back when he can't bear the deep-seated longing.