Xueba Queen's vest

From the perspective of Huayu fans, Huayu saved Ji Shen, and also caught up with his own dream, and the loss was extremely heavy.

Although Huayu's mother hurt Ji Shen, it wasn't Huayu who hurt her?

Why does Ji Shen's fiancée Ye Wushuang ride on Huayu's head and act like a domineering?

You, Ye Wushuang, can't you move the schedule of "Lost" back because Huayu is Ji Shen's savior?

Do you have to embarrass Huayu so much?

It's okay for Ye Wushuang to go his own way, but Ji Shen is also at the side and doesn't care, it's really a white-eyed wolf.

They feel sorry for Huayu.

Ye Wushuang's growing fans felt that the remarks of Huayu fans were ridiculous, and argued with the other party under the trending search.

But they are only targeting fans with brains, not flower language.

After all, Ji's deep injuries were real, and they had no position to judge.

The two groups are fighting each other online, you come and go.

When the moon was on the treetops, Ji Shen returned to the manor.

"What do those old antiques want from you?" Ye Wushuang helped him hang up his suit jacket.

"About me for dinner, I want me to marry the Hua family, Huayu has sacrificed a lot for me, let me not let her down, and let me not let down the board of directors' painstaking efforts for the Ji family." Ji Shen's eyes were slightly cold:

"I was very moved when I heard it. I left the table and turned around to treat their grandson to a meal."

Ye Wushuang was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

Ji Shen's face remained unchanged: "Farewell to the wine, after dinner, send them to the African savannah to experience the beauty of harmony between man and nature, and by the way, start some business there to contribute to the growth of the Ji family."

At this moment, those idle young masters should be holding their mobile phones at the airport and weeping bitterly.

Ye Wushuang raised his eyebrows: "Use his spear to attack his shield, and Old Antique will not die of anger."

When the voice fell, Ji Shen's phone vibrated.

It was one of the old antiques calling.

Ji Shen turned off the phone directly, and threw the phone on the table: "In less than half a year, they should let go."

"But for half a year, they may try to find ways to trouble you constantly." Ye Wushuang frowned.

"It's just a small trouble. They don't dare to do anything to me. I still need to be responsible for that trillion-dollar business. Let's not talk about them. What delicious food did grandma cook tonight?" Ji Shen changed the topic.

He didn't want the affairs of the board of directors to disturb Ye Wushuang's mood.

It's fine for him to deal with those things.

-

The next day is the weekend.

When Ye Wushuang woke up, Ji Shen was still there.

The man closed his eyes, his brows were slightly frowned, and there was a bit of tiredness on his face.

Her identity did bring him a lot of trouble.

Ye Wushuang's heart moved, and he reached out to touch Ji Shen's eyebrows, trying to smooth out the wrinkles.

Before his hand touched his skin, he grabbed her hand first, and kissed her gently on the palm, his voice was slightly hoarse as he just woke up:

"morning."

Still low and sweet.

"morning."

After breakfast, Ji Shen pecked Ye Wushuang's lips, and then went out with Feng Jiu.

Ye Wushuang took out a black revolver from the master bedroom drawer and went out.

Having lost her patience, she planned to meet those old antiques alone.

Oh, wrong, it is reasonable.

Physical theory.

No way, who told them to let her man sleep well?

Before going out, Ye Wushuang looked at the keys of the luxury car and thought.

She really wanted to step on the gas pedal by herself.

But she doesn't have a driver's license.

Considering that if caught by surveillance, it would become an excuse for the board of directors, Huayu, or others to attack Ji Shen, she gave up.

Or stop the car and go.

She likes to act alone, and doesn't like to let Ji's driver follow her behind all the time.

After making a choice, Ye Wushuang stopped the car and headed to the eastern suburbs.

Those old shareholders lived there.

If you want to go from Ji's Manor to the eastern suburbs, you need to cross the center of Beijing.

When the taxi passed a street, Ye Wushuang suddenly said, "Stop by the side of the road."

"What's the matter?" The driver uncle stopped.

"I met an acquaintance." Ye Wushuang lowered the car window, doubts flashed across her beautiful face.

She saw Sister Chen, Huayu's manager, talking to a flamboyant man at the corner downstairs of the entertainment company.

The man wore a golden nose ring. Judging from his body shape and jawline, he was the same gambler Ye Wushuang had seen on the TV news yesterday, with mosaic eyes.

Logically speaking, this guy should be in jail.

But he appeared in front of Sister Chen, yelling, "I want to see Huayu, the three golden actresses, and I want it now!".

Ye Wushuang's black pupils flashed.

At this time, "huayu" can be sure to be "flower language" - Xia Guo only has one three gold actresses.

"huajia" corresponds to Huajia.

Then the problem is coming.

How did Huayu, the second lady of the Hua family, meet a gambler?

Is this guy's escape from prison related to Huayu?

If so, why did Huayu help him?

What is his purpose in finding Huayu?

A series of questions flashed in his mind, Ye Wushuang got out of the car, intending to check the situation here first.

On the other side, Sister Chen answered a call and led the man into the entertainment company.

-

The man is Li Feng.

Huayu told Sister Chen that Li Feng was the uncle of a student when she was teaching in the countryside, and it might be urgent to find her.

Sister Chen took Li Feng to Huayu's lounge.

The flower language is as good as it is, and dismisses the people around it: "Sister Chen, the boss just asked you for something."

"Then I'll go first, let's talk." Sister Chen left and closed the door for them intimately.

As soon as Sister Chen left, Huayu's face changed suddenly, and her eyes seemed to be eating people: "Li Feng, I have already fished you out of the prison, what else do you want!"

Sitting on the expensive leather sofa, Li Feng picked up the apple on the table and put it in his mouth, with a "click", it was crisp and refreshing.

While eating the apple, he shook his legs: "I lost 500 million, you give me 500 million, I want it today."

"I haven't even made up the money I lost from filming, where can I get you 500 million? How dare you bet such a big sum!" Hua's face turned red.

"I don't care about it. Anyway, I want 500 million. If you can't get it out, just wait for the headlines." Li Feng shrugged.

"Don't deceive people too much!" Huayu clenched her fists.

"I'm not here to talk nonsense with you. If you can't get it out, I will release the video of the truth about the fire that year, so that everyone will know that you are not Ji Shao's savior at all. You also killed three innocent people. !"

"You...you..." Huayu's lips trembled.

"At twelve o'clock tonight, if I don't have 500 million on my card, you can just wait for the hot search." Li Feng left directly.

"Ah!" Hua Yu shouted angrily.

After yelling, she took out her mobile phone, called her sister Huayan, stood in front of the window and said:

"Sister, I have something urgent, you can lend me 500 million for emergency."

The scenery outside the window was the same as usual, nothing changed.

But if Huayu had clairvoyant eyes, she would see a girl with black eyes sitting on the right side of the table outside the window.

The girl was sitting on the ground, with a height of tens of meters under her feet, and a mobile phone that was recording in her hand.

She hits the stop button.

A line pops up on the screen:

Recording saved.

[The author has something to say]

If I say "don't imitate dangerous actions" now, is it too late?

In short, don't imitate!