Depraved

It was destined to be a not-so-good morning.

The sun hadn't risen yet, and the half-drawn curtains were seen in the square courtyard under the faint morning light. The silhouette of a man was wandering on the balcony. He tried his best to keep his voice down but still couldn't suppress his anger: "Why did you suddenly throw it out? Mo Yao and the others What exactly do you want to do?"

"I thought he was going to stop!" Mu Shen was smoking, and the thin smoke drifted through the opened gap and disappeared behind the curtains, "Didn't we already talk about it, and he broke his promise, he is really... good."

"600."

"I proposed to him, and you also saw the ring." Mu Shen said, "I really hope that no one will mention these things from now on, and it will be peaceful like this, and the two of us will live our own lives."

"I know, but I always feel that I can protect him from the rumors in their circle." Mu Shen's tone rarely had obvious ups and downs. It was frustration, regret, or frustration, "I may not know much about them. game rules."

Fang Ting felt heartbroken.

Literal heartache, on the apex of the heart, it seems that there is a tendon being fiddled with and pierced by someone. The pain makes people want to hold their chest and hug the person in their hearts.

Fang Ting took out his mobile phone, the time was 6:21.

The four new messages were from Zhang Chenfei, the new manager, Fu Xuean and... Yi Shuang who had been missing all night.

Yi Shuang's text message is very short: Don't read at grandpa's house.Sorry for your worry.

Just a few words, and the explanation is over?

Fang Ting withdrew calmly, and clicked on the news of the other three people respectively, with different tone and stance, they all said the same thing: Zhang Jintao stood up and accused Fang Ting of being promiscuous, mean and shameless.Of course, the words and sentences are not like this, they are the essence that Fang Ting condensed and refined.Zhang Jintao didn't know who had instructed him, and he didn't know how much benefit he had received, so he poured out everything he knew, and poured out what he didn't know through his own imagination.

Fang Ting read the post on the marketing account, and the person Zhang Jintao mentioned in it was disgustingly corrupt.It is like a flower, gorgeous and dazzling, beautiful enough to be offensive, and you will find that it has no fragrance when you smell it closely. It is smelly, lingering with the smell of fish and stinky sewers, and it is also mixed with kitsch.

Fang Ting felt as if he could smell it.

Right on the side of his neck, right under his armpits.

The person Zhang Jintao was talking about was not him.Fang Ting sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his toes on the wooden floor, he thought rationally, but this person was already infinitely close to him, and others would see him in their eyes.

The first time he made a choice, when he was standing outside a certain boss's guest room, and when Xia Hua asked him for the last time if he had made up his mind, Fang Ting felt that he would not regret it, nor should he regret it.He has nothing but acting, or in other words, he doesn't want anything.

But now Fang Ting has Mu Shen, he wants Mu Shen, he finally made up his mind, he wants to get close to this person.

In the past, he thought that he could build a steel armor for himself, and rumors and gossip did not catch his ears. He just needed to climb up by any means, act in more plays, and get a moment of enjoyment in the life of more roles... Ever since he met When he fell in love with Mu Shen, he always had more expectations for his life.

He didn't want to, he regretted it.

However, there is no so-called regret medicine in the world, people always have to hang on to the past.

Mu Shen squatted at his feet at some point, and wiped away the tears on Fang Ting's cheeks with his fingertips: "Xiao Ting, don't cry, be good."

Fang Ting raised his head blankly, and suddenly bumped into Mu Shen's arms, tears streaming down his face.

"Mu Shen, Mu Shen, I'm sorry."

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

This may not be the biggest melon this year, no matter what, it still can't compare with the popularity of first-line stars, but there were two waves of popularity in the past, Mu Shenyi and Shuang, followed by the documentary of the entertainment industry, this time, it has aroused many, many people's attention Pay attention, the number of views on Weibo hot searches alone has reached 6000 million, and it keeps rising.

Fang Ting stayed at home, sitting on the balcony, looking out of the window and outside the building, and the brilliance of the red sun folded back and forth on the glass curtain wall, reflecting a sense of magnificence.

Mu Shen has already left, and went to Huating to discuss the countermeasures with the director.

Fang Ting thought, he felt sorry for the director, since he joined the company, things have not stopped.He also felt that it was quite troublesome to pay Xue An. Following Mu Shen was originally doing serious things, but he always let him deal with some trivial matters about him.

It is Mu Shen who is most ashamed. He didn't make any money for him, and only caused trouble for him, causing his reputation to be damaged, and even in the family... The most important thing is that Mu Shen is sad and angry, but he Still have to deal with the aftermath for him.

Mu Shen must be very upset.

The corner of Fang Ting's mouth pulled a smile that didn't look like a smile at all.

It's already ugly outside.

It is said that the paparazzi found out about the hot spring manor somehow.

Fang Ting nestled in the rocking chair, thinking, maybe it will cause trouble for Mrs. Li's family to go in and out again, and Mrs. Li might think him even more unpleasant now.There was nothing to do, but Mrs. Li didn't like him in the first place, so there was nothing more.

The world around him has prepared wind knives, frost swords, and Mu Shen wants to keep him in the greenhouse.

How can this work?

Whoever the sword is facing, sooner or later it will pierce into whose chest.

I am waiting.