The movie star is crying, the CEO sister loves me

"The studio has received many invitations this morning. There will be more security at the event today to maintain discipline. If you don't show up, rumors will spread online again."

To put it bluntly, the manager is really tired. If he doesn't work anymore, he will give up his career. He brought a rubbish artist who has no princess life but has princess disease. He will be unlucky for eight lifetimes.

Tang Yutong also thought of this. Three people posted on Weibo, but all three of them deleted it. Only she was scolded the most.

She was unlucky this time, as she knew that many people were waiting to see her laugh, so she had to attend the event.

It cannot be what those people want.

Tang Yutong stood up suddenly: "Okay, I'll go."

The agent's eyes lit up, and finally...

Tang Yutong walked out of the office with sharp eyes. She must not lose to He Meng. He Meng was just a bitch who matched her. She would never be able to climb up to Jiang Ci in this life.

Beihuai City, a film studio

He Meng was sitting in the sun wearing an ancient costume. Two assistants were busy taking care of her like nannies. One held an umbrella and brought water, and the other held a small fan to blow the air.

Looking at the phone screen, He Meng laughed out loud from time to time. The assistant looked at each other, but did not dare to say anything.

He Meng looked at the discussion in the CP fan group and felt sweet in her heart. Those people were all speculating about her relationship with Jiang Ci, and they were saying things that seemed true and false.

After watching it too much, she would think that she was really in love with Jiang Ci. She knew it was fake, but she still indulged in it.

He Meng's heart felt a little astringent, and the loss spread.

Jiang Ci did not participate in commercial activities, and the film projects he participated in were all out of her reach. She could hardly see him.

At film festivals or New Year's Eve parties, she could only watch from a distance. Now she can only look at the thoughts of CP fans for comfort.

She kept telling herself to work harder until one day she could stand by his side and be his heroine.

……

Lin Xingcheng still paid great attention to going out to have dinner with Jiang Ci in the afternoon. This time was a little different from the past.

For the first time in her life, she struggled with how to dress. The pink one was too cute, as if she was pretending to be young, and the pink one was too mature and graceful. It seemed like she was...a little too deliberate.

Lin Xingcheng walked two cloakrooms. She originally wanted to discuss it with Luozheng, but finally decided to give up. After all, Luozheng would never end this injustice.

Finally, I chose a white puff-sleeved dress, which was a little above the knees and paired with a pair of small heels. It was perfect.

Wearing light makeup, Lin Xingcheng tied up half of her hair into a hemp flower and let the other half hang casually on her back.

When walking downstairs with the small bag, Lin Xingcheng felt a little guilty for no reason, and her steps became much lighter.

However, whatever she was afraid of came her way. When the servants cleaning in the hall saw her coming down, they all called her "Miss."

Lin Xingcheng's heart skipped a beat, and then she saw her grandparents walking in from the door.

"Where are you going? It's almost time for dinner." The old lady was holding several flowers in her hand. It looked like they had just cut them in the garden, and the branches and leaves had not been pruned yet.

Lin Xingcheng walked up to the two elders obediently, put his hands in front of him, holding the bag with his fingers, and said: "I have an appointment with an old friend. I haven't seen him for a long time, so I can't refuse."

The old lady suddenly understood and didn't ask any questions. She just nodded and warned: "Then go ahead and be careful on the road."

Lin Xingcheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Suddenly she remembered: "By the way, if mom comes back, I hope grandma can tell me something. I'm afraid she won't be happy."

Not long after he came back, he started running out every day. Yi Yue would definitely have something to say, and he would talk about it again when the time comes.

The old lady smiled lovingly, knowing that she was worried that Yi Yue would be angry if he knew she went out to play all day. She nodded and said, "I know, let's go."

Lin Xingcheng walked over in high heels, gently hugged her with his arms and kissed her: "I love you grandma."

Before getting into the car, Lin Xingcheng waved goodbye and said, "Grandma, grandpa, I'm leaving."

The two elders stood at the door and watched Lin Xingcheng get into the car until the car disappeared.

Mr. Lin shouted: "You have to talk about your daughter-in-law. Look at what she has done to her children."

How can you be happy if you act like a thief when you go out? Mr. Lin can't bear to see his precious granddaughter like this.

"I told you, she said she would change." The old lady sighed softly, "Give her some time, being a mother also has its difficulties, and we have to understand it from the heart, so that everything will be happy if the family is harmonious."

Grandpa Lin had nothing to say and turned back to the house.

As soon as the car left Lingze Lake and entered Huancheng North Road, Jiang Ci sent a message.

Lin Xingcheng clicked on the voice message, and it was him who informed her that he had set off and would arrive in about twenty minutes.

Lin Xingcheng looked out the car window and typed back: Me too.

Lin Xingcheng and Jiang Ci chatted wordlessly on the road. There was no topic, so they simply asked and answered each other. It was a bit childish, but neither of them found it boring.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Xingcheng almost walked into Mingyue Village. They still maintained the tradition of their place. The waiters wore cheongsam and every move was very elegant.

It's just that the faces are not the same as before.

Mingyue Villa was quite quiet today. There were only a few scattered guests along the way. Lin Xingcheng saw Jiang Ci standing in the corridor when he climbed up the pure wooden spiral staircase to the second floor.

"Aren't you afraid of being photographed standing here?"

Today's fans and paparazzi are very powerful. They can take photos from 800 miles away. Technology has advanced so fast, and the quality and pixel capabilities of cameras are also increasing rapidly.

This is how the private lives of many celebrities are forced to be exposed.

Jiang Ci didn't care about this, and just said lightly: "If you take the photo, you won't be able to post it online. Just have it intercepted."

Cutting it off is actually just buying it, it costs money.

Lin Xingcheng nodded: "Indeed."

Jiang Ci couldn't help but look at her. She had a slender figure but well-proportioned bones. Her whole body seemed to be growing with a measuring ruler. She was so beautiful that it seemed unreal when she stood in front of him.

Jiang Ci said:

"Let's go in. This box is the one we came to together before."

Lin Xingcheng had no choice but to look up at him, with a gentle smile in her eyes, and said, "I know, you don't have to tell me this, what on earth are you going to do?"

From the very beginning, I made an appointment to have dinner here, saying that I wanted to thank her for her "generous help" back then.

The girl's eyes were too direct, and the tips of Jiang Ci's ears couldn't help but turn a little red. He lowered his mouth with his fist and pretended to cough a few times.

"I'm afraid you won't have an impression, so I want to remind you."

Jiang Ci's words came out from his throat, low and obscure.

After all, this is the only memory they have, a hometown, which is very important to him.

In the past two years, he has come here frequently and eaten in this box, always alone.

This time is different, she is here.

The rare tenderness in Jiang Ci's cold black eyes was too confusing. Lin Xingcheng stared at it for a while, then suddenly raised a hand and poked his smooth forehead with her white fingertips.

Click on a word.

"Don't think too much."