Quick Travel: A max-level boss, chase your husband online

This kind of thing happens the first time, the second time, the third time, the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth time...

The once noble and elegant young man has become a frequent guest at the hotel.

The key point was this, but it still didn't bring him a glimmer of hope.

He still couldn't get any songs.

The work cannot be published.

Jiang Zhe has been thinking, how did he get from the bright road to where he is today?

Now he understands!

Yes--

Sang Qingjiu!

Looking behind Sang Qingjiu, there are densely packed shares of entertainment companies and shares of various high-end international companies...

"Ha~"

"Haha~"

Jiang Zhe laughed so hard that he almost shed tears, his eyes full of madness, "So it's you!"

Sang Qingjiu!

Zhong Rong!

In his junior year, he thought he had just taken something from an insignificant ant.

But he never thought that he would pave a road to the abyss for himself.

it is ridiculous.

After all these years, he had never doubted Zhong Rong at all.

At first I thought Zhong Rong was soft-tempered and easy to talk to, but it turned out that he was the most ruthless one!

Why?

How come they can shine on the screen even though they are living so miserable lives?

This is not fair!

Jiang Zhe looked at the live broadcast clip that was still playing on his phone, and his eyes grew colder by the minute.

Cold to the bone.

Since he is so dirty, then everyone will roll in the mud together and no one will be able to get clean!

……

"Ding dong~"

Within two days, 1199 suddenly went online, "Host, Jiang Zhe is causing trouble!"

"Oh? What did he do?"

Sang Qingjiu touched Zhong Rong's hand without even raising his eyes.

"He is going to tell you about your dealings with him, as well as the dirty things about Leyou Entertainment."

"Block his account."

"Okay~"

After a moment of silence, 1199 suddenly reported: "Host, it's not good. Jiang Zhe is planning to commit suicide. He also wrote a last letter and waited for the police to find out."

"is it?"

Sang Qingjiu chuckled, "Then send a message to Jiang Zhe's agent. He doesn't want to lose his reputation and go to jail~"

That agent is a smart man.

will know what to do.

1199: ...

"Okay~!"

Its host is indeed as decisive as ever.

Hey ~

The protagonist of the small world fell in love with her, and she really suffered a lot.

1199Run away quickly.

On the other end, the agent who received the news immediately rushed to Jiang Zhe's home. By then, Jiang Zhe was already dead.

The agent put on gloves and burned the last letter cleanly, flushed it into the sewer, and then called the police at the speed of light. 1199 was responsible for cleaning up all the information on Jiang Zhe's mobile phone and computer.

The police came over to investigate again and again, but they could only find out that Jiang Zhe had committed suicide.

But in fact he committed suicide.

He wanted to involve death, including Sang Qingjiu, Zhong Rong, and the entertainment company.

It's a pity that the success fell short~

Sang Qingjiu soon learned of the news of Jiang Zhe's death, but he didn't say anything.

The weather is neither cold nor hot, lying on a chair on the beach, the salty sea breeze blows in your face, bringing laughter and the sweet smell of coconut.

The sun warmed the skin a little.

Zhong Rong, who knew nothing about all kinds of things, took out a bottle of sunscreen from his bag and approached Sang Qingjiu with a smile.

"Sister, the ultraviolet rays are too high here, let me give you some sunscreen."

Sang Qingjiu yawned lazily and put his legs on his lap, "Apply it."

Rub the cream-textured sunscreen in Zhong Rong's palm.

His big white hands touched Sang Qingjiu's exposed slender thighs and rubbed them down. The warm and soft touch made him couldn't help but turn up the corners of his mouth.

【ah! ! ! Sister Sang’s legs are so white! 】

[Thief, let go of my wife’s legs and let me come! 】

[Real couples just dare to take action! 】

【Dear! Kiss me! Don't be a coward! 】

The barrage floated by piece by piece, chattering in a hurry, emitting a yellow light.

Zhong Rong's sunscreen was finally applied to Sang Qingjiu's neck.

After rubbing it twice, he lowered his head and kissed her delicate lips, "Sister~"

"Hmm~"

Sang Qing raised his eyebrows slightly and responded lazily.

"There is a sea activity tonight. Sister, do you want to join in? I asked and they said you can also dive into the shallow sea to play. Let's catch some seafood and find a shop to barbecue when we come back. How about having a midnight snack?"

Maybe Sang Qingjiu didn't want to go, but Zhong Rong added, "Brother Yu and the others all said they would participate."

"Go. If you want to go, we can go together."

"Then I'll make arrangements!"

Zhong Rong's voice sounded very happy.

He quickly found someone to contact the diving team.

In about ten minutes, he came back with two small bags of gull food, "Sister, do you want to feed the birds? Look over there."

He raised his hand and pointed.

Sang Qingjiu, who closed his eyes to rest, slowly raised his eyes and looked -

A group of seagulls hovered on the blue sea level, flying from the junction of water and sky to walking on the beach.

Many tourists on the beach bought small fish, shrimps, bread, and gull food, and fed them enthusiastically.

He smiled and sprinkled a handful of gull food on the ground, and several seagulls rushed over.

Sang Qingjiu lay down leisurely in Zhong Rong's arms and yawned.

"Sister, why are you so sleepy today?"

Zhong Rong asked quietly.

"What do you say?"

Sang Qingjiu rolled his eyes at him and stretched out his hand to rub his waist.

This guy has become stronger and more capable in the past two years.

There is no end to the tossing.

Seeing this, Zhong Rong smiled shyly, a little surprised, and put his ear to Sang Qingjiu's ear, saying in a voice that could not be recorded by the radio, "Then let's come here twice tonight..."

[Is there anything that our distinguished VIPs cannot listen to? 】

[No, this is not the bus to kindergarten. 】

[Why did your smile change? 】

[Speak louder! louder please! Didn't you eat? 】

The "Dear" live broadcast program allowed Sang Qingjiu and Zhong Rong to successfully break out of the industry.

The "soft spot" CP also attracted a lot of fans.

Since then, Zhong Rong has started a journey of showing off his wife every now and then. From the time he was young in his twenties, he never stopped until his death.

His account is either promoting songs or posting Sang Qingjiu.

Sang Qingjiu also cooperated very well, and the couple showed their affection together.

Until breathing stops.

Zhong Rong was not in the ward.

That morning, his sickly body, which had not had strength for a long time, suddenly became energetic.

He walked to the piano room, and his old, trembling hands landed on the piano keys neither lightly nor heavily.

"Boom~"

"Dong ding dong~"

The tune is unfamiliar.

That was a piece of music he had never played for Sang Qingjiu.

Every note is his full and passionate, sincere and deep love.

While playing, he never glanced at the piano, his eyes always fell on Sang Qingjiu, who was sitting next to him with his hair full of silver hair.

"Sister~"

His somewhat deep voice sounded, and he called out this title that he had not called for a long time.

"Ok?"

Sang Qingjiu curled his lips and smiled softly, responding to him as usual.

"Does it sound good?"

"It sounds good."

"Actually, I want to say that I fell in love with you the first time I saw you."

How could he be pulled into the car so easily?

But it is……

I was just confused and moved.