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

The pupils of Boluo City shrank, and her heart was suddenly cut by a knife. She was so taken for granted, so calm, with a hint of danger flashing in her eyes, she pulled the person over and dragged towards the lounge go.

Sang Jiuqing wanted to struggle, but couldn't.

With a "bang", she was thrown into the bed directly, and her hair was spread out in a mess in an instant.

"Since you like being fucked so much, I'll give it to you, Sang Jiuqing, didn't you complain that your recent trip was cancelled, and when I feel better, I'll get you some more."

Bo Luocheng spoke unceremoniously, the last trace of nostalgia for the woman in front of him seemed to be blown away by a storm, and now he just wanted to insult her, insult her well.

Sang Jiuqing resisted the discomfort in her heart and smiled lightly. She just wanted to be a mistress and take what she needed. This was her original goal.

"Okay, Young Master Bai, whatever you say is what you say..."

The danger in Boluo City's eyes was even more serious, he hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, rushed forward and tore off the man's clothes, from the beginning to the end, there was no trace of lust in his eyes, and this appearance was obviously intended to deliberately humiliate Sang Jiuqing.

How could Sang Jiuqing fail to see that he wanted to humiliate her on the bed?I'm really sorry, my hands wrapped around the person in front of me like a snake, and I winked lightly.

"Is Young Master Bai in such a hurry?"

There was a trace of disgust in Boluo City's eyes, disgusted with this woman, after tearing off his clothes, he frowned and looked at the person in front of him.

Sang Jiuqing's winking eyes were curved, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party's behavior at all. Her heart was hidden even deeper, a bottomless abyss.

"Sang Jiuqing, you're really cheap. You can still laugh when you're like this. I don't have much appetite for this body that was flirting with another man last night."

Bo Luocheng stood up suddenly, at that moment he was as precious as the bright moon on the sea, looking at Sang Jiuqing with indescribable disgust, that disgust was like a knife, cutting Sang Jiuqing's body one by one.

Sang Jiuqing lowered her head and lowered her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitched palely, and when she looked up again, her face was full of coquettish smiles.

"He has already delivered it to your door. You didn't want it yourself, Young Master Bai. As for the agreed itinerary, I can't let me be so empty all the time."

Bo Luocheng took the paper towel beside him and wiped his hands. Hearing these words, his heart was completely cold, and he was so mocking. It's ridiculous that he doted on such a woman before.

"You're so good at hooking up, it's nothing without my share."

Sang Jiuqing tidied up her clothes, and when she saw Bo Luocheng wiping her hands, the corners of her mouth became even more disdainful. She didn't dislike him for being dirty, but he put on a show first, huh, that's interesting.

"Well, Young Master Bai, you are right. This body is coveted by many people anyway. It would be great if I could exchange it for what I want."

Sang Jiuqing brushed her hair. At this moment, there was no disturbance in her heart. If she was completely disappointed with a person, she would have no extravagant hopes.

Bo Luocheng's eyes darkened, he turned around lightly and did not speak, he was afraid that if he stayed here, he would not be able to resist strangling her, strangling this woman alive.

So she reached a deal with Mu Bing last night, right?

"Sang Jiuqing, don't forget, you are my mistress, I can fuck whenever I want, if I want to endorse, I will prepare your body at any time in the future, after all, it is the only valuable thing you have."

Sang Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, lowered her head and gave a chuckle.

"Young Master Bai, don't worry..."

Bo Luocheng frowned, walked out of the lounge irritably, and sat down on the leather chair in his office. His eyes were lowered, his eyes were full of complexity. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sang Jiuqing who came out after tidying up his clothes, and the corner of his mouth twitched mockingly. hook.

"It's okay to go."

Sang Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, and didn't care about the attitude of the person in front of her. After thinking it through, she felt refreshed. It was just a man she was dealing with. Why was she being hypocritical? Thinking of this, she brushed her hair.

Stepping on the small high heels, she walked towards the gate, her back was very proud, and when her figure disappeared completely, Bo Luocheng threw the notebook on the ground angrily, and went up and stepped on it a few times in frustration.

Wanting to swear, my heart was hot and uncomfortable, Sang Jiuqing, what a good Sang Jiuqing!

When Nan Shi came in, he saw a broken notebook, the corner of his mouth twitched, this is the first one of this month, even if he has money, he is not such a prodigal.

"Boss, the results of the audition are out, and those selected will participate in newcomer training."

"Ah."

Bo Luocheng responded lightly, leaned back, and rubbed his aching temples with his fingertips.

Seeing his appearance, Nan Shi knew that he didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, so he withdrew after finishing speaking.

Boluo City looked at the coffee with a slight smoke curling up on the table, his eyes flickered, and finally he laughed mockingly.

And after Sang Jiuqing left the office in Boluo City, the smile on his face stopped, and when he got out of the building, he got into his car, glanced at Zhu Yang who was waiting by the side, and the corner of his mouth twitched. It's really haunting.

"Sang baby, when are you free?"

He didn't even count the things he set up last time, but he still dared to come.

"I won't sleep with you when I have time, I'm afraid of getting sick."

Sang Jiuqing was in a bad mood, so don't expect her to be polite.

Zhu Yang was stunned for a moment, and said a few words.

"Don't, I'm still quite clean. For the sake of my dead father, why not sleep with me tonight."

"roll."

I really don't understand the brain circuit of this kind of person, even though his father is dead, he still wants to come out to find flowers and ask Liu, although Zhu Jun deserves to die, but he is also his father anyway, so he is so cold.

Zhu Yang stopped talking, raised his eyebrows and looked at the car away from his sight, his eyes deepened, if he guessed right, this matter must have something to do with Sang Jiuqing, after all, Dad mentioned this person a few days ago , Eyes full of longing for this woman.

But he died like that in a few days, and the dignified director didn't even have an autopsy. Everyone said it was drunk driving, but he didn't believe it.

Sang Jiuqing has a secret, or someone is helping her behind her back, but she may not know it herself.

Zhu Yang didn't care anymore, and got into his car with an indifferent face. Even if he died, he would do nothing but play with women every day. If it wasn't because he brought Xiaosan home openly, his mother wouldn't be in bed in a fit of anger. I'm sorry, I'm still in the hospital in a state of insanity.

That scumbag is good, the speed of changing mistresses is faster, it's not good to die like this, it really is retribution.

Zhu Yang's eyes were deep, and when he drove home, he saw the woman sitting on the sofa in his house, tearing up in disgust, and felt that the whole house seemed unclean.

"You still don't leave, why, waiting to be buried with my father?"

Wen Yan trembled in shock. She didn't expect this person to come back. After all, he seldom goes home. She thought that as long as this person didn't come back, this house would be hers...

Seemingly seeing her thoughts, the sarcasm on Zhu Yang's face deepened.

"My dad just died, and you've been wanting his things, aren't you afraid that he'll come to you at night?"

Wen Yan had a bit of embarrassment on his face. In the entertainment industry, she should be his elder, but he was so rude, it was a bit too bullying.

"When I was with your dad, he promised to give me a house."

"That's good, you can go to my dad."

Zhu Yang sat on the sofa with a carefree face, his thin hair drooping messily on the top of his head, and his red lips were slightly hooked.

Wen Yan was startled by that sentence, and clenched his fists tightly. He couldn't let the old man sleep for so long and couldn't even get a house. He gritted his teeth and sat down on the sofa.

"I'm not going."

Zhu Yang raised his eyebrows and held his head in a funny way.

"Queen Wen, when did you become so cheap, it's fine to be raped by that kind of person, but now it's free, enjoy it, my dad should be good in bed."

Wen Yan's face turned pale, how could this man say those words to his father, he looked up in horror, and saw Zhu Yang holding a gun in his hand, the black muzzle of the gun was pointing at her.

Wen Yan was so scared that he couldn't speak on the spot, the gun...he has a gun, who the hell is this person.

"Since you don't leave, I can only let you accompany my bastard father."

As he spoke, he was about to pull the trigger, Wen Yan's throat was tightly strangled by something, he wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't make a sound when he wanted to speak, after struggling for a while, two lines of tears slid down his fair face , looked at Zhu Yang with horror in his eyes, his legs were weak, and he couldn't stand up at all.

There was a hint of a smile in Zhu Yang's eyes, that smile was extremely cruel in Wen Yan's eyes, so he could only shake his head desperately.

"I'm going, I'm going now...don't shoot, I'm going now..."

Wen Yan finally said something trembling, stood up slowly, and slumped on the sofa with limp legs. The more anxious he became, the paler his face became. He was full of thoughts that this person was going to kill him. He didn't joke.

She can't die, she wants to live, Wen Yan gritted her teeth, took the small bag beside her with trembling hands, her nails were embedded in the flesh, the heart-rending pain finally gave her hands strength, and she stood up with great effort, not at all. If she dared to look at the dark muzzle of the gun, she was afraid that if she looked at it, she would collapse on the ground.

Zhu Yang raised his eyebrows all the time. Seeing the woman limping out of the gate, he felt better. He twirled the gun in his hand, leaned lazily on the sofa, and took out the gun from his pocket. A cigarette came out.

Taking the gun, he pulled the trigger with his thumb, and with a "chick", a string of small flames shot out from the muzzle of the gun. Zhu Yang lit the cigarette leisurely, threw the gun on the coffee table, leaned on the sofa and smoked. stand up.

This villa is very big, but now he is the only one left, and he doesn't feel lonely at all. As soon as Wen Yan went out, he felt that the air inside was a little better.

The idler had almost smoked his cigarettes before he thought about Zhu Jun's property, well, he has made a lot of money now, thinking about it this way, he feels that this bastard father is really good to die.