Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Jiang Zhi will be sad when he hears Luo San's name."

After thinking about it, Xue Baoyi was still relieved: "It's not a puppy love, but Jiang Zhi came out because of him."

"Oh!" Zhou Xufang suddenly realized, "It's her first love." She should have thought that Jiang Zhi's first love who was buried in the flames was Luo San.

Xue Baoyi: "..."

This topic is so deadly.

Zhou Xufang didn't ask any more, drank all the milk, and thanked Mr. Xue Baoyi again. After saying goodbye, he left.

Out of the tea restaurant, she sent an email to Frost.

"Frosty, are you free tonight?"

Frost replied: "Yes."

Zhou Xufang put on his hat and mask, squatting on the side of the road, holding his mobile phone, poking letter by letter, typing very slowly: "Help me, I'm going to Luo's house again in the evening." She wants to confirm whether she is Luo San as soon as possible.

Frost: "Good."

In the evening, there was a film festival, Xue Baoyi was present as the award-giving guest, Jiang Zhi also came, he nominated the best director, Xue Baoyi came in and saw him.

The golden location with the best sight has been Jiang Zhi for three consecutive years.

Xue Baoyi wore a navy blue suit, ironed a small roll, wandered over, dragging a daunting tone, and shouted: "Brother Zhier~"

Except for the Jiang family, they also stayed here, one bite for one brother Zhi, and they didn't look at the occasion, no wonder there were so many rumors about two people in the circle.

The female artists all covered their mouths and laughed, saying, "Sorry and weak, this pair is really affectionate."

Sao Pi attacked and sat down beside the delicate and fragile, smiling gracefully: "Brother Zhi, are we good buddies?"

Jiang Zhi nested in the seat, without raising his eyelids: "Talking to people."

Okay, Xue Baoyi confessed to be lenient: "Zhou Xufang came to me today." He tilted his head and leaned to Jiang Zhi. The voice was not loud, but the two of them could hear him, "She asked a little bit about Luo San."

Jiang Zhi kicked his calf with his foot: "What did you say?"

Xue Baoyi scratched her hair, feeling a little vain: "I just said a little bit."

Jiang Zhi kicked again: "Be specific."

Artists from all directions: Ouch, flirting.

Seeing this posture, Dao Jiang is the one who is in charge at home. Look at Xiao Er Ye, like a little daughter-in-law.

Xiaoxiao's wife Xue hides her eyes: "I told you about your coming out."

Jiang Zhi looked at him coldly.

Little daughter-in-law Xue felt cold on the back of her neck, so he touched her neck: "Don't blame me, she is your daughter-in-law, she asked me if I could say?"

Just now, Ah Wan ran back holding a mobile phone and said out of breath: "Second Lord, you have gotten into trouble."

Xue Baoyi: "Huh?"

Ah, a 1.9-meter-long man, squeezed in from the aisle with difficulty, went to the boss, and offered his mobile phone: "Boss, Miss Zhou and Erye are on the hot search together."

Xue Baoyi, whose brain was run over by 10,000 grass mud horses: "..."

Jiang Zhi put down his cocked legs and raised his eyebrows. In the dim light, his gaze was a bit colder than the winter moonlight: "You got your face?"

Ah Wan opened the picture and handed it up: "Only the side face is photographed, not very clear." Luckily in misfortune.

Jiang Zhimeiyu frowned and dialed Zhou Xufang's phone with his mobile phone.

She doesn't answer.

After hitting it three times, Jiang Zhi kicked Xue Baoyi's suit trousers: "Retrieve the hot search."

Xue Baoyi: "Oh."

He took out his phone--

Ah Wan stopped: "Can't withdraw."

Xue Baoyi: "Huh?"

His mind is straight and can't turn around.

I watched a few baskets in the TV series of Ah Wan’s novel. I haven’t eaten pork, but pig running is not rare. So I started to analyze: “Er Ye brought a girl to the headline not once or twice. Overheated search, now withdrawn, isn't it more like a guilty conscience?"

It makes sense.

Xue Baoyi scratched her head: "Then I clarify?"

To be honest, he has made a lot of headlines, but he hasn't done public relations. He is a playboy, so he should follow the rules, and the waves are his personality.

This time it is difficult to deal with Xu Fang last week.

Ah Wan searched his stomach and thought about the entertainment articles he had read, and thought about it: "Clarification won't work, it will get darker and darker." Baoguang's second master Xue Xiaoyi is out of nickname, where did he clarify to women before , The more clarified, the more unclear.

Xue Baoyi was in trouble, looking at Jiang Zhi: "What happened then?"

"I asked Zhou Xufang first." Zhou Xufang still couldn't get through. Jiang Zhi couldn't sit still. Guan Awan took the car key and got up and left.

Xue Baoyi called him: "You go now, what about the awards?" Who will receive the best director?

Jiang Zhi kicked his foot in the way: "You figure it out."

It rained during the day, but the clouds had not cleared, the moon was hidden in the clouds, and the sky was gloomy.

This kind of weather makes people irritable. In my ear, my mother is still talking: "Prune the leaves first."

Luo Yinghe was so annoyed that he threw the scissors: "No more."

Since she suspended her work, she has been detained at home. She has always been arranging flowers or tasting tea. How can she have such patience, she just wants to lose her temper.

Xu Yunci picked up the scissors and spoke softly, "Be patient, the doctor said--"

Luo Yinghe caught a handful of flowers and fell to the ground: "Don't mention the doctor to me, it's annoying!"

Xu Yunci was afraid of her illness, so he hurriedly followed her: "Well, don't mention it."

She got up and walked to the back of the flower shed. She felt bored and couldn't let the fire go out. She kicked it here and there: "It's boring to arrange flowers every day."

"Wait, huh?" Xu Yun kindly persuaded, "When the limelight passes, let the company arrange some charity activities for you, set up the image, and we will come back."

She was dissatisfied: "How long do you have to wait?"

"I'll talk to your sister in the next year."

She snorted and got angry when she mentioned Luo Qinghe, and kicked a potted plant.

Xu Yunci knew that she was on fire, so she didn't dare to talk about it again, so she changed: "Tomorrow we will go to the hospital to see your uncle."

"I'm not going. He has so many illegitimate daughters out there, so it is our turn to be courteous?" Her tone was contemptuous and disgusted Luo Changde.

Xu Yunci is a soft-tempered person, and persuades: "Don't say that, it's all a family, it's not good to be stunned."

"A family?" Luo Yinghe sneered, "Who is with that brute family?"

Xu Yunci coldly said, "Yinghe!"

Not only did Luo Yinghe fail to constrain, but became even more annoyed. She looked at Xu Yunci coldly, and made no secret of her contempt and disgust: "You don't defend him in front of me. Don't think I don't know anything about you." She snorted, " I was surprised, his life was cut by Zhou Qingmeng--"

"enough!"

Xu Yun scolded him kindly, seldom swearing like this: "Who is talking nonsense in front of you? How can you talk nonsense like this? If your grandfather hears it, you won't have to sew your mouth."

Luo Yinghe refused to accept, pouting her lips and bumping: "I didn't talk nonsense, it was when Luo Qing and her mother were crazy."

Luo Qinghe's mother died eight years ago. Before her death, she had been crazy for several years. The Luo family knew that she was driven crazy by Luo Changde, but no one dared to mention this.

"Don't worry about what others say, you have to remember," Xu Yunci glanced out of the flower shed, with a straight face and a serious tone, "In this house, the three people must not mention it."

Luo Yinghe was impatient: "I see."

Those three people.

Which three people?

Zhou Xufang squatted in the corner of the flower shed, counting the roses on the ground. Xu Yunci likes roses very much, the most grown in the flower shed are roses, and there are various varieties.

Zhou Xufang listened to the corner for a while, then quietly touched the bottle of paraquat at the bottom of the flower stand, and poured the entire bottle of medicine onto the rose.

The smell of medicine...a bit big.

She came out of the flower shed lightly, then jumped onto the roof of the villa and overturned to the attic of the Luo family.

It was still the same inside. The spider web crawled all over the room. She didn't dare to turn on the light, and took the flashlight to look around. The table and wooden bed were gray, except for the crappy painting on the bedside.

The attic was so low that Zhou Xufang could reach the roof with her hand. She felt very depressed and exhaled again.

In the headset, Frosty asked: "Do you think of anything?"

"No." She went around inside, and finally sat on the wooden bed, reaching out to touch the painting on the headboard of the bed, "but it's very familiar."

Is this painting Jiang Zhi?

The hair is drawn too little, only three.

She leaned closer and looked carefully, but she still couldn't see Jiang Zhi's shadow from the painting. Instead, she saw a hole behind the wooden bed. She got up, moved the bed, and reached into the hole to dig.

She took out a rotten milk jug, a handful of faded sugar paper, and a tattered notebook. It's been too long, and the milk jug and the sugar paper can no longer see the original appearance.

Zhou Xufang shook off the ash from the book and opened it. The font on the paper was crooked and crooked, and it was full of a book with a person's name.

It's all ‘Jianzhi’.

That kid must really like that boy.

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