The movie star is crying, the CEO sister loves me

Yi Yue said again.

"Your father is the same as me. He only hopes that you will be successful and happy, whether in life or love."

Lin Xingcheng suddenly understood that when his father asked Jiang Ci to go out to talk in the hospital that day, he most likely knew that she was crying because he was worried about Jiang Ci driving to Yuncheng from Beihuai.

"Did dad scold him?" Lin Xingcheng asked in a low voice.

In those days, Jiang Ci was just like a normal person. She couldn't see anything strange. She had forgotten that he was an actor.

You won't hide secretly and cry, right?

Yi Yue shook her head and smiled: "I don't know about this, but do you think your father can curse?"

Lin Xingcheng muttered, clasping Yi Yue's buttons with his fingers: "Dad doesn't know how to curse, but his fierceness is scarier than scolding."

Luozheng nodded silently. She also felt that Uncle Lin was too majestic and terrifying. There was no need to get angry. Just looking at him lightly made people feel like dark clouds were shrouding them and the sky was about to collapse.

"Don't worry, I think Jiang Ci has a stronger mind than many people. That child is calm-minded, neither arrogant nor impetuous. He has a successful career at a young age. The key is that he is beautiful." Yi Yue gracefully held up a cup of tea and lowered her head. He blew lightly and said, "Your father and I can't find anything wrong. It's just that he went a little too far in some of your things. It's not like his usual temperament. Just say a few words to him and change it." "

Lin Xingcheng's eyelashes were raised, and her eyes were sparkling. She didn't know if it was because she was sitting in front of the steaming tea table, with pink peach blossoms in the steam mist, and her skin was as tender and beautiful as a peach.

"What happened? He is not doing it for your daughter. Anyway, mom, you are not allowed to scold me."

Yi Yue asked back: "Then you were so worried about him that you couldn't sleep because you were crying, and now you're not angry anymore?"

"I've been angry for a long time, and this matter was just because of worry. He also promised me that there will be no next time." Lin Xingcheng couldn't help feeling tight in her chest when she thought about Jiang Ci being educated by her father that day and pretending that nothing happened. Bored and distressed.

There is a certain person who does nothing when he should act coquettishly and complains about his grievances, and pesters her like a pitiful child when he shouldn't, especially when he wants to be intimate.

Lin Xingcheng was helpless, knowing that it was because of herself.

Yi Yue hugged her shoulders and comforted: "Okay, okay, if you feel so distressed, wait until you get to Haishi to get along well with him. Don't think too much and pay attention to your body."

Luozheng nodded sharply: "Auntie is right. The most taboo thing about cultivating one's body and nature is to be in love. As the saying goes, lovesickness makes you sick."

Lin Xingcheng suddenly felt like a deflated balloon, and the original atmosphere suddenly became lively. He turned around and glared at her: "You are the only one who can talk, and you are ruining the scenery."

"Hehehe, what are you doing to ruin the scenery? My name is Sanskrit Sound descending from heaven to save all the idiots in the world. Hey, I will teach you how to escape from the demonic obstacles with one move." Luozheng raised his hands and made a classic Peking Opera move.

"You're really sick."

Luozheng handed over his hand: "Both and each other, I think you are not bad either."

It was obvious that she was in love, Lin Xingcheng sighed, picked up the teacup and drank all the warm tea, looked at the time on her phone, turned her head and said to Yi Yue: "Mom, I'm going to leave, tell him okay I’m going to pick him up from get off work.”

"I know, wait until the housekeeper comes back."

As soon as Yi Yue finished speaking, the housekeeper walked in softly, holding a black and gold box in his hand. It was not big and had a small lock with a retro and exquisite head, like an antique.

"No way, is it really a family heirloom?" Lin Xingcheng said slightly surprised.

Luozheng also stretched his neck, full of curiosity.

Yi Yue stood up and took the box: "Of course not, it's just a gift. Your grandma and I discussed it. When I first met Jiang Ci at your birthday party, the guests were busy with other things and didn't give him a gift. Even if it’s made up this time.”

"Hey, that's it, then I'll thank mom for him first." Lin Xingcheng happily stood up and kissed the side of Yi Yue's face, then said with a smile, "When we get to Haishi, I will fight with him It’s not right to call grandma and thank her in person. It’s better to take him back to Lin’s house later.”

After much deliberation, it would be better to meet in person.

Seeing her daughter so happy, Yi Yue felt extremely soft-hearted. Of the three babies in the family, this was the one that worried her the most.

Putting the gift box in her hand, Yi Yue said: "Be careful on the road and report to mother when you get to Haishi."

"I know." Lin Xingcheng looked at the box up and down, and the sweet smile continued to appear at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he left, Lin Xingcheng didn't delay. The housekeeper had already prepared a car and bodyguards, and the two cars were parked outside the door.

Lin Xingcheng changed into a light green knee-length skirt, paired with white short boots. Her thick long curly hair was spread around her waist like ink-colored seaweed. She wore a ruby ​​hairpin on the left side of her head. She was exquisite and eye-catching, and her whole person was elegant and refined. , fresh and beautiful.

This state changed from the previous one in the hospital. The sun shone on her body, making her dazzlingly white.

Luozheng was lying on the balcony on the second floor, smiling at her and saying, "Hey, Lin Xiaocheng, how many days are you going to go?"

Lin Xingcheng looked back in front of the car door and responded: "It depends on the situation, maybe two or three days. Bye, I'm leaving."

"Okay, let's go." Luozheng shouted.

When Lin Xingcheng's car drove up the main road of Beilu Village and disappeared, Luozheng turned around and looked down at the screen of his mobile phone. A message lay on WeChat: "He practiced like crazy until midnight and had a fever early this morning."

"Two or three days, it should be enough for a round trip."

On the other side, the production team of "Mirror Shadow" in Haishi

"Come on, get ready, the lighting artist is in place!"

The staff stood on a high place with a loudspeaker and shouted, and the whole place fell into silence for a moment.

The blower was working non-stop, and the giant camera moved slowly on the slide following the actors' movements. Wan Lihong was sitting behind the camera wearing a black peaked cap, slowly pushing and pulling the lens.

In the white snow, Jiang Ci was wearing a black robe, with red eyes and a cold expression. He was holding a blue fairy rope with one hand. Looking at the ease, one could not tell that the rear end of the fairy rope was dragging. A bloody man.

The blood stained all the way and spread from Jiang Ci's feet.

Jiang Ci's broad sleeves were cut into three pieces by a sharp weapon. As he moved, the white arm leaked out, and three or four wounds that penetrated into the bones suddenly appeared. The bones were deep and blood flowed down the palms.

There were countless snow foxes scurrying out from all directions, without stopping, "Ouch~" with their sharp silver teeth wide open as they pounced on the living creatures, as if they had been hungry for hundreds of years.

They all have spirituality, but they are not able to cultivate human nature because of their insufficient moral practice. They are extremely sensitive to special blood, and they can smell the precious blood of Jiang Ci from hundreds of miles away.

Licking the blood on the snow and chasing them all the way, these monsters seemed to be approaching the peak of madness.

"Ow~"

The piercing screams that come and go are a sign of the snow fox's extreme excitement after seeing its prey.

Jiang Ci's eyes did not move, and his bloody fingers gently slid in the air, and the magic turned into countless red spiritual blades that penetrated the snow fox that was rushing towards him at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Only countless screams of monsters were heard, and the pure snow turned into a hell Shura field, as gorgeous and strange as the Manzhu Shahua born on the bank of the Netherworld River.

"Card! That's it."