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

"I'm better, thank you for visiting me."

Liu is still not the kind of gorgeous beauty, she belongs to the elegant type, you will only feel ashamed if you quarrel with her, if you put it in ancient times, it is definitely the character of playing landscape, this time Boluo City is really discerning .

They shared a room last night, will they...

Thinking of this, she lowered her head and twitched the corners of her mouth. They are going to get married, do they still care about sleeping together?

There is a faint mole between Liu Yiran's eyebrows, simple jeans and a white top, clean like a landscape painting, completely opposite to a gorgeous person like Sang Jiuqing.

But if many men were to choose, they would definitely choose a woman like Liu Yiran, because Sang Jiuqing is too gorgeous to control, and not many men have the confidence to conquer her, but Liu Yiran, everything about her is flowing Yes, very reassuring.

"Get some rest and think about filming again. The director told you not to worry about this. Your acting skills are obvious to all. When you get to the set, you will definitely make up for what you owe."

Liu still comforted lightly. To be honest, she didn't know how to get close, and she didn't know what enthusiasm was. She had always been like this since she first entered the circle.

"Boluo City is fine, I wish you happiness."

After hesitating for a long time, Sang Jiuqing said such a sentence, clenched her fists tightly under the quilt, she was afraid that she would be like those dark women, and couldn't help being jealous of this man.

"Yes, I will."

Liu Yiran's eyes were full of smiles, and he put the flowers in a vase beside him. Seeing An Hong at the door staring at her vigilantly, his eyes froze, and he slowly smiled.

"I don't have any malice, you don't have to do this, Sang Jiuqing, take good care of your body, and Luo Cheng and I will be fine. Since you don't know how to cherish him, from now on, I will take good care of her instead of you. I hope you don't regret it. "

After Liu Yiran finished arranging the flowers, she said this, no matter whether Sang Jiuqing would respond, she nodded and left the place.

An Hong pouted, did this person come to show off?

"Sister An, aren't you going shopping? Go quickly, I'm hungry."

Sang Jiuqing didn't seem to have any reaction, her face was pale, and she took the mobile phone aside to browse Weibo, but Weibo was full of news about Bo Luocheng and Liu Yiran, and some marketing accounts even announced the two People's wedding news.

A month later, we got married in Bali.

Sang Jiuqing shook her hands. Looking at the news, she suddenly wanted to ask if Boluo City was real, but in what capacity and why she asked, she couldn't find a reason at all.

In the end, he could only put the phone aside and stared out of the window in a daze, his mouth seemed to still have the heat left by his lips that night.

When she realized that the two of them were really doomed, she actually felt sad. She had always used Boluo City as a stepping stone and a talisman, but she never thought about what would happen if she fell in love with him. Thinking about it, this was retribution, and she smiled bleakly, Close your eyes and stop talking.

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After her health recovered, she started not to pay attention to the news on the Internet, and only thought about filming every day. Only when she was busy, she was in no mood to think about other things.

As for the office in Boluo City, Liu Yiran was sitting and flipping through magazines, and seeing the extremely calm person beside him, he couldn't hold back his mouth after all.

"Cousin, didn't you say that Sang Jiuqing couldn't sit still? Why hasn't she come yet?"

Liu Yiran's brows were faintly frowned. This time, he agreed to help this person perform a play, but he made the family unhappy. If she delays any longer, she will probably be drained.

Bo Luocheng rubbed his temples, looking at the person in front of him with some playful eyes.

"I said still, you've been married for so long, and you're still so afraid of him. People are always strict with their wives, but now you have become strict with their husbands."

The corners of Liu Yiran's mouth twitched. If it wasn't for helping this person, why would she be terrified every day? She sighed and lay down on the sofa beside her.

"Cousin, since she likes you, why doesn't she want to be with you? Do you have some hidden disease..."

Otherwise, why would Sang Jiuqing not want to agree to this man's marriage proposal? The corners of Bo Luocheng's mouth twitched, thinking that this man had really failed.

"Wait a little longer, I'll see how long she can be stubborn."

There was a smile in Bo Luocheng's eyes. In fact, there was no need to test it anymore. Sang Jiuqing had him in his heart, and he knew it. It's just that he wanted that person to know that she cared about him, and he couldn't just evade and dodge .

He also spread the news on the Internet, so I don't believe that woman can still sit still.

As the month drew closer, Sang Jiuqing became more and more anxious, and in the end she made frequent mistakes in acting, and even the director could see that she was absent-minded and felt a little helpless.

"Jiuqing, why don't you take a day off before shooting."

Sang Jiuqing gritted her teeth. She couldn't rest. Whenever she rested, she would think about the marriage of those two people.

"Little Ancestor, your scenes are almost finished. Don't be too tired. If you really can't do it, let's stop holding on and go back to rest."

An Hong persuaded from the side, with distressed eyes, what's the point of tormenting like this, if you really care, just go and snatch Bai Shao back.

Sang Jiuqing rubbed her temples, originally thought that as long as she filmed well, she would not think about other things, but now it seemed impossible, she frowned, and finally agreed to the director's suggestion.

In the evening, she decided to go to the bar for a night of indulgence. Anyway, in order to toss herself, she had already asked the director to gather all the scenes together, and now she didn't have many scenes left.

Whenever she saw Liu Yiran, she would think of that face in Boluo City, and she would be flustered and unable to concentrate.

A person found a small corner, holding a cocktail in his hand, the concentration was not high, looking down at the glass, wondering if he would get drunk after drinking it.

"Sang Jiuqing, here it is."

When he was thinking about the problem, a male voice came from the side. Looking up, it turned out to be Zhu Yang, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. His eyes flickered, and he drank the remaining cocktail in the glass, and then took Zhu Yang and handed it to him. her.

"Thank you."

Zhu Yang twitched his lips, and sat down beside him. There was a lot of news on the Internet recently. Of course, he knew that Boluo City was going to marry that Liu Yiran, but he couldn't figure out how the two of them got into such a fight.

"I thought you guys would get married, Sang Jiuqing, but I never thought that you would not be the last one to marry in Boluo City."

The corner of Sang Jiuqing's mouth twitched, and a big hole opened in her heart in an instant, tearing in pain. At this moment, she finally understood how important that person was to her heart.

Zhu Yang didn't speak, but silently ordered wine for Sang Jiuqing, seeing this woman drinking a cup, he didn't stop her.

What was the Sang Jiuqing he knew before? She was flamboyant, flamboyant, reckless, and inadvertently charming, which always attracted people's attention. Butterfly, showing a little fragility, he felt a little distressed.

Sang Jiuqing felt a little dizzy and had double images when she saw things, but with Zhu Yang beside her, she could drink boldly without fear of getting drunk.

"Long time no see, Zhu Yang, why did you go? It seems that the movie hasn't been filmed yet. Could it be that you are in a relationship too?"

Zhu Yang hooked the corner of his mouth, stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips, and finally opened his mouth.

"If you earn enough money, you can only eat and die, Sang Jiuqing, you are really depraved now."

Sang Jiuqing was taken aback, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Is this person going to preach to himself? He didn't stop his hands. After 10 minutes, he couldn't say a complete sentence. With a "boom", he lay down on the table , and at the feet, there are already more than a dozen empty bottles.

Zhu Yang's eyes flickered, he didn't speak, and he helped him up. Sang Jiuqing's whole body was limp like a stream of mud, and he slid directly to Zhu Yang's leg, and finally fell asleep on his leg.

Zhu Yang's body trembled, his leg was burned, and he wanted to push the person away, but his hand stretched halfway, and then slowly fell down, and finally he could only put his hand aside, pinch it, nothing happened. Dare to move.

The smell of wine followed the air and penetrated into his nostrils, and there were still a few traces of Sang Jiuqing's breath, which lingered and couldn't go away.

Obviously the bar was very noisy and chaotic, but he felt that it was very quiet here. He put down the cup and moved Sang Jiuqing up. The other party's head directly leaned on his shoulder. Zhu Yang was stunned, and turned to look at the bar. To her long eyelashes, fair face.

My heart seemed to be burned by something, my hands trembled, as if I had made some decision, I moved the person closer to me, and my eyes moved to her tightly pursed lips, I don't know what it was like.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth twitched, what the hell was he thinking, he couldn't become lustful just because this woman looks pretty good, right? When did he become such a person.

He helped the man up, and the two of them left the bar together. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. He planned to send the female alcoholic back, but just as he walked out of the street, he saw a car waiting beside him, and a car leaning against him. The man in the car had a twinkle in his eyes.

Bo Luocheng threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, looked at Sang Jiuqing who was already drunk, sighed, and stepped forward slowly, naturally wanting to help Sang Jiuqing to his side.

However, Zhu Yang took a step back. Why did he give it to this man if he wanted it? He was with Sang Jiuqing tonight, so there was nothing wrong with this man.

But next, Sang Jiuqing's drunken words fixed him in place.

"Bo...Boluo City, you really are playing with me...how...how could you be like this..."

Bo Luocheng's heart softened, and after taking Sang Jiuqing, he carefully hugged her in his arms, fearing that she would be touched, so when he got into the car, he hugged her tightly.

Zhu Yang looked at the man's actions and cursed in a low voice. He was really self-indulgent, and now he looked so ridiculous. He thought that Boluo City really didn't care about Sang Jiuqing, but the series of actions just now showed that, that A man treats Sang Jiuqing as if his eyeball hurts, and the intervention of outsiders will only appear superfluous.