A Record of the Survival of the Excellent Female Supporting Work through the Book

And what Luo Xiangwen said just now seemed to provoke something vaguely.

Lu Xing thought about it for a moment, if one day Song Jianjian didn't like him anymore and Song Jianjian left him, Song Jianjian would stay in someone else's arms and marry someone else.

As long as he thought about it, he couldn't help but put down the pen he had just picked up.

He felt that he was completely led into the pit by Luo Xiangwen, how could he think of such a thing.

Besides, isn't Song Jianjian still the same now?
And it's more pleasing to the eye than before, he can give her anything she wants in the future, except body and soul.

Song Jianjian said: Thank you, my mother didn't like your body and soul either.

Anyway, Lu Xing at this time has completely compared Song Jianjian to the goblin in Journey to the West, and he himself is the legendary Tang Monk. Song Jianjian ran out of Lu's house, got into the car, pulled on his mask, muttered to himself.

She went back to Lu's house to seek abuse, isn't it good to live?Why bow to capitalism?
But why is the progress of the relationship between the hero and the heroine so slow? !
It would be great if it was soon, so that she would not have to plan for a divorce, and just wait for the landing dog to come to her door.

However, Song Jianjian, who was sighing secretly, didn't know that what she thought her relationship was progressing slowly, was actually not progressing at all.

As soon as she left, Jiang Qingyan arrived at the door of Lu's house.

She pinned her hair and hung it behind her ears, with a worried face on her face, and rang the doorbell.

The servants at home were a little surprised when they knew her, and then they were happy again: "Miss Jiang, why are you here?"

Jiang Qingyan lowered her head in embarrassment: "I'll come and see Senior Lu."

Because every time she came, she would bring something to the Lu family. Although the price was cheap, compared to Song Jianjian, the real mistress, the servants' hearts were all inclined to Jiang Qingyan.

The servant hurriedly welcomed her in, and said with a smile, "Miss Jiang is interested, sir is upstairs."

Jiang Qingyan blushed slightly, and said worriedly: "Did senior Lu eat well these days?"

The servant immediately knew what she was thinking about, winked her eyebrows, and said ambiguously: "Miss Jiang doesn't know, sir is busy with work these days, and his meals are extremely irregular, but you cook good porridge, why don't you try it? "

The subconscious meaning was already very clear, Jiang Qingyan blushed slightly, and said coquettishly: "If the senior likes it, it would be great."

The servant laughed and joked again, but in his heart he regarded her as a perfect mistress.

Just kidding, as long as Mr. Lu is not blind, Jiang Qingyan will take over sooner or later.

After all, that bad woman Song Jianjian couldn't stand it personally.

The servant thought about it secretly, and then left the space to Jiang Qingyan.

Jiang Qingyan took the apron with ease, and went into the kitchen to cook porridge.

It was getting dark and the clouds were heavy, Lu Xing pressed his brows, and looked out of the window from a pile of documents.

Then he raised his hand to pick up the phone and glanced at it.

There was no news, so Song Jianjian didn't report his safety.

He paused, and finally put the phone on the table again.

At this moment, the door was knocked suddenly.

Lu Xing said indifferently: "Put it outside the door."

It's dinner time, and the aunts at home always put the meals outside the door.

And Jiang Qingyan outside the door bit her lip, a little nervous, and pushed the door open without authorization.

"Senior." She said with a soft voice, lowered her head, and worried, "It's me."

Lu Xing trembled all over, subconsciously frowned: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Qingyan froze for a moment, then said softly: "Senior, I'm sorry, I heard from the servant that you have been eating irregularly recently and your stomach is not good, so I made porridge for you on my own initiative, do you want to try it? Nourishing."

Lu Xing had sequelae of what happened before, who knows how long it took him to explain to Song Jianjian before he could explain clearly his relationship with Jiang Qingyan, he didn't want to have to explain it to that troublesome Song Jianjian again.

"Who let you in?" He said in a cold voice, a little impatient.

Jiang Qingyan froze for a moment, her eyes were slightly red: "Senior, it has nothing to do with them, I came in without permission, and I also care about you"

"Miss Jiang." Lu Xing raised his eyelids, interrupted her, and asked lightly, without the slightest ups and downs in his voice: "If I remember correctly, Miss Jiang and I have only met twice, and Miss Jiang knows that I have wife?"

Jiang Qingyan bit her lip, with an ugly and unwilling expression: "Senior, I know, but you don't like it.-
Lu Xing raised his hand to stop her from talking, his eyelashes drooped, he played with the ring on his ring finger intentionally or unintentionally, and smiled faintly.

"It's good that Ms. Jiang knows. My wife is very delicate. If she finds out, it's time to make a big fuss." There was a smile on his brows and eyes, his eyes seemed to be filled with shattered glass, and the corners of his eyes were curved Wan: "I don't want to make my wife angry because of an irrelevant person. Then I will have to coax her for three days and three nights. Miss Jiang doesn't want me to take my anger out on you, does she?"

Jiang Qingyan was startled, she took a step back subconsciously, and the porridge in her hand fell to the ground in an instant due to loss of strength, splashing all over the floor, steaming hot.

Her eyes were red, and tears fell down, with disbelief in her eyes.

But the noble and high-ranking man in front of him talked about his wife, Song Jianjian, who was unruly and self-willed, with nothing but his face in a doting and slightly helpless tone.

Jiang Qingyan only felt that her heart was forcibly split into two halves, and it hurt, as if she was going to die.

"Senior, do you really hate me so much?" She said this with a trembling voice.

Lu Xing looked down on her for the way she had suffered a great crime, and a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes. If he hadn't cultivated a gentleman since he was a child, he would have thrown her out by now.

"Yes." He said without hesitation: "Also, Miss Jiang, don't call me a teacher all day long. It's easy to be misunderstood. After all, Miss Jiang and I don't have any communication except that we are in the same school."

The hope in Jiang Qingyan's eyes was gradually shattered, and her face turned pale.

In the next second, Lu Xing's expression was complicated, and he said in an indescribable way: "This name, come out of your mouth."

"It's really disgusting."

It's really disgusting. No one around him has ever called him that, and it really makes me feel uncomfortable just listening to it.

Subconsciously, Song Jianjian's appearance flashed in Lu Xing's mind, and then he substituted it automatically.

Just for a moment, he came back to his senses in an instant, and quickly pressed the center of his eyebrows.

He secretly cursed Luo Xiangwen in his heart.

Sure enough, it was affected.

Otherwise, why would he automatically substitute Song Jianjian at every turn.

And it feels... not bad?
Jiang Qingyan in front of her didn't know that countless thoughts had flashed through Lu Xing's mind, but after he finished speaking, her face was instantly as pale as paper.

"Senior" she shook her head slightly, her tears fell like broken pearls, she was so pitiful: "It turns out that Mr. Lu sees me like this."

She suddenly bowed, and then felt wronged and sad: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I offended you before, and I won't do it again."

Then he opened the door and ran out.

From the beginning to the end, Lu Xing was very indifferent, and after being indifferent, he was still a little confused.

Because he never heard what Jiang Qingyan said, but the only thing he knew was that she was angry and came to him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself, then Song Jianjian would never suspect him and Jiang
Should be happy.

Song Jianjian himself: ""
Thank you, not very happy.

Regarding the next itinerary, it is actually scattered.

Sister Li had some resources, but the company's top management obviously didn't intend to let Song Jianjian pick them up.

Fortunately, Song Jianjian did not misread the wrong person. Although there are some good scripts in the company that Song Jianjian does not want to accept, but there are some good resources.

Still able to speak.

So, within two days, Song Jianjian had an extra script in his hand.

It's a youth pain movie.

The male lead has been decided, and he is the popular little Jiang Zhiyou.

At the age of 25, it is the golden stage of his career. He has tens of millions of fans at a young age, which can be said to be half the sky.

Song Jianjian looked at the script, and it was actually considered a good script in this era.

It is about two protagonists who are withdrawn and have great conflicts in their original families. They fell in love in high school. The two seem to regard each other as the only one.
Yi's life-saving straw, redeeming each other, clinging to each other, but it belongs to the kind of underground love, and dare not make it public.

In this way, from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, when the two of them survived the darkness and thought they could finally leave this place, live their own lives, and get rid of all shackles, something happened.

That year, because of an accidental reason, the male protagonist offended people outside the school, was framed, and fell into various public opinions, while the only female protagonist who knew the truth was afraid and terrified, and did not dare to come forward to clarify.

Finally, on the day of the college entrance examination, the hero was forced to drop out of school.

The heroine was worried, but she wanted to leave this place urgently, so she took all her thoughts back and sat in the examination room to concentrate on the exam.

And just as the bell rang at the end of the last exam, there was a sound from the rooftop, and the heroine subconsciously looked out the window,
I saw the figure of the male protagonist passing by in a flash.

That day was a great blow to the heroine, she was mentally oppressed, and her head was full of blood.

The hero bids her farewell with a dead body.

This also became the last memory of the heroine, so that when she really walked out of that small town, she didn't feel happy, but very heavy.

Coupled with guilt and struggle year after year, the heroine committed suicide in front of the hero's grave in the third year.

The author's writing style is good, and the whole text reveals a depressive style.

When Song Jianjian finished watching, he almost didn't come out.

She got up and poured a glass of water, thinking about one thing.

It is the second female lead of this script, the one who has a crush on the male protagonist but will turn black in the end, and the actor will most likely be Jiang Qingyan.

Song Jianjian remembers very clearly that Jiang Qingyan participated in the show's second female role, which was also the first big step in her life and career. Because of her viciousness, she was remembered by the audience.

She took a sip of water, tapped the glass with her fingertips, thought about it and wondered why she was avoiding Jiang Qingyan.

The original owner is the original owner, and she is her.

Even if the final plot direction is the same, she will not repeat the mistakes of the original owner.

At least, no one can make her repeat the same mistakes.

Song Jianjian smiled faintly, and sent a message back to Sister Li, indicating that she had picked it up.