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Song Mingxuan was about to give a generous speech when the ringtone of the mobile phone in his bag played.

He looked at Shu Ling whose cell phone rang almost at the same time, and a trace of gloom crossed his heart inexplicably.

Intuition told him not to pick it up, but he couldn't control his curious hand.

When the phone was connected, there was a slightly distorted voice.

"Did you have a good time with Shu Ling recently?" Like a set dialogue, said sentence by sentence, "No one can resist Shu Ling's charm, I think you must have fallen, so let me wake up the stupid For you, remember to check your email, there are surprises~"

"Of course you can also expose it on the Internet, but I have to remind you that this is the least advisable approach. It won't affect us much, and it may even...not necessarily spread."

Song Mingxuan recognized who the other party was almost instantly, Zhao Qishu who had disappeared for a while.

Sure enough, he came to be a demon.

He glanced at Shu Ling who was also answering the phone, tsk tsk, terrible peach blossom.

Immediately after opening the mailbox, there was indeed a new email, which turned out to be a recording.

Song Mingxuan frowned, adjusted the playback volume to a suitable level, and then clicked on it.

【"You know exactly what relationship I have with Song Mingxuan." Zhao Qishu's voice was gloomy, "Shu Ling, why did you sign him, and you want to betray me?"

"When you see him, will you let him go?" Shu Ling's calm and indifferent voice made people listen more attentively.

"Don't be a fool." Zhao Qishu was impatient.

"Don't you want to know the appearance of a person who worked hard to reach the peak and then fell into the dust in an instant?" Shu Ling who spoke these words seemed to be an abyssal devil who tempted fallen angels, every word and every word was full of temptation. Danger.

Zhao Qishu: "You...what do I need to do?"

"Use your energy to push Song Mingxuan's black material to a wider area." Shu Ling, "I have collected a lot of black material here."

"Give me the black material." Zhao Qishu, "Because of your proposal, I have to endure my dislike for him. There is nothing to calm down. You know the consequences."

"Yes." Shu Ling. 】

After listening to the recording, Song Mingxuan found that he didn't feel very surprised. This is the Shu Ling he knew, the black-hearted protagonist in the book. He agreed to sign with Shu Ling's studio and was ready to be refrigerated. Now the album, There are TV dramas and variety shows, and he is very satisfied.

but……

Seeing Shu Ling's undisguised malice towards him, Song Mingxuan pressed his inexplicably heavy chest, but he couldn't be completely indifferent.

A trace of heat suddenly hit his ears.

"Whose phone number?" The words, full of domineering and exclusive meaning, got into his ears unquestionably.

Song Mingxuan looked at the ugly man, who expressed his dissatisfaction on his own.

"Who the hell is it?" Shu Ling couldn't restrain the crazily growing jealousy in her heart. Whose phone call could make Song Mingxuan so distraught.

"Whose call are you from?" Song Mingxuan asked back.

Shu Ling sensed the abnormality of the person in front of her, and suppressed her impatience and compulsion with her intuition: "Zhao Qishu made a move, and I just dealt with it."

Song Mingxuan: "Is it my black material?"

Shu Ling's eyes were firmly fixed on his face, staring at him until he lost his composure: "Zhao Qishu called you." His tone was very certain, "He told me about me."

Song Mingxuan turned his face and said angrily, "Don't use your micro-expression interpretation on me."

"You were not angry before." Shu Ling, "You are angry now, I'm sure."

Song Mingxuan: "..."

Shu Ling: "What can Zhao Qishu say about me, you basically know everything about me, except..."

Song Mingxuan pursed his lips, and he tugged at the corner of his clothes a little uneasy.

Shu Ling tilted her head slightly, seeing the tension in her eyes: "I just wanted you to treat me as your everything, and found that you don't care about me at all. I accidentally went too far, but I regret it, and I didn't continue to implement the plan. "Paused, "Zhao Qishu's knowledge is not complete, the things I gave him are all fake, my plan is to wait for you to ask me for help when you are at your lowest point, or I will take the initiative to help you solve the difficulties, Appearing by your side like a savior, you will always treat me..."

Perhaps Song Mingxuan's attitude was too weird, so Shuling stopped talking.

"You don't believe it?" Finally, Shu Ling asked.

Song Mingxuan raised his eyes, as if he was looking at the busy crew members in the distance: "I believe that you are such an unscrupulous person."

"...For you, I will restrain myself." Shu Ling softened her tone for the first time.

Song Mingxuan: "It's time for me to work."

Shu Ling watched silently as he brushed her shoulder away, leaving with that rare softness.

During the filming of the plot, Qi Zhiqiu and Chu Lizui got the news that the famous killer had arrived in Yangle County to take Chu Lizui's head.

Since there is no reason to guard against thieves from thousands of miles away, the two protagonists decided to take the initiative to attack.

In order to lure out the killer, Qi Zhiqiu and Chu Lizui resorted to tricks to keep Chu Lizui in a weak state.

In order to reflect the weakness, Song Mingxuan wore the thinnest clothes ever, the makeup on his face became more pitiful, and his snow-white lips were lightly pursed, which made people want to take care of her.

Yuanchou hugged the weak and sick young man tightly, and carried him into the bedroom step by step calmly. It seemed that it had just rained outside the house, and the ground was still slippery. There were a few drops of crystal dew hanging from the specially placed potted plants. Drops of water drip on thin branches.

A faint cough sounded.

Song Mingxuan leaned against Yuanchou's chest, and could even hear the other party's strong heartbeat and slightly heavy breathing from too close a distance. He couldn't help being a little confused. In order to perform this drama well, he should show the appearance of a sick and weak person , He even lost weight again, why did the other party act so hard?

Yuanchou lowered his head, his cheek brushed against the hair of the person in his arms, and his eyes happened to fall on the plump lips. His gaze faltered before he slowly moved away, and he gently put the person in the soft place, his fingers almost Instinctively touched the face of the lying person, and immediately left.

Song Mingxuan, who had his eyes closed, felt the itching around his face, and slightly trembled his eyelashes.

Shu Ling, who watched the whole process, suddenly turned black, and the storm in her eyes seemed to disturb the new actors standing in the debris field.

The next main shot is Qi Zhiqiu, Song Mingxuan quietly opened his eyes in limpness, originally wanting to watch the professional performance of the students in the class, but the sight of ** from the other end distracted him.

He didn't need to guess and knew who the owner of the line of sight was, but right now he really didn't want to talk to him.

Shu Ling naturally noticed his avoidance, and slightly clenched the hand hanging by her side, and the fingertips with neatly manicured nails turned white.

The filming of this scene made everyone suffer.

Finally, during the intermission, Song Mingxuan returned to the old place to take a rest. The scene after the rain in the camera was deliberately faked by the previous staff. The weather was still hot, and the headgear and ancient costume were stuffy. He was sweating all over in a short while.

Next to him was Leng Shashen, who was like a door god, and he was actually angry, and it was obviously him who was angry.

But he is a foster child, how can he push his nose and face and ask the benefactor to coax him.

It's not a problem to be in such a stalemate, Song Mingxuan was about to say something, when the big ice cube that had been emitting a chill turned his head to meet his eyes.

"you promise

passed. "

Song Mingxuan suddenly discovered that the pupils of the black-hearted hero's eyes were very dark, so deep that he could suck a person's soul in. At this moment, his own figure was reflected, like a vortex circling in circles.

"You won't run away from me."

Song Mingxuan suddenly realized that the promise that threatened him back then, was it this?

"I..." Shu Ling.

Song Mingxuan: "Wait." He sighed, "There are so many people around, why don't I talk slowly after work?"

Shu Ling stopped talking, unexpectedly feeling cute in Song Mingxuan's eyes.

Song Mingxuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he boldly thought that he could handle the male lead too?

Shu Ling, who didn't know where the brain circuit of the person who was thinking about how to seek forgiveness flew, decided to retreat for the time being. She used to be too persuasive, but now she knows that the mistakes she made should not be forced... He passed the seat calmly. Yuanchou, who was resting in the distance, has been too busy recently. In order to deal with the moths that Zhao Qishu did, and because of the deep background of the Zhao family, he didn't want to make any mistakes. He basically used most of his staff to deal with it. The matter about Yuanchou has been postponed a bit, and it seems that it has to be put on the agenda in advance.

The cold light in Shu Ling's eyes flickered for a moment, and it turned into a gesture of self-awareness and introspection.

Song Mingxuan, who originally wanted to chat with the heroine about Yuanchou, Pei Chen, and Zhao Qishu, couldn't take the initiative to talk because he was having trouble with others, otherwise he would have to climb up the pole and make progress.

So, I just continued to work, and when I was about to finish work, I found that the person who should be waiting next to me had disappeared.

After Song Mingxuan was stunned for a while, he took the water handed by his assistant as if nothing had happened: "Shu... Where did Shu Ling go?"

Zhang Yang: "The boss left with Brother You."

Song Mingxuan was puzzled: "Is there something urgent?"

Zhang Yang glanced at him carefully: "I don't know."

"Forget it." Song Mingxuan shook his head, "Let's go back."

hotel.

Song Mingxuan almost fell asleep in the nanny's car. If Zhang Yang hadn't woken him up, he would probably wake up in the morning with sore body aches.

It's late at night, one o'clock in the morning.

Song Mingxuan put on a hat to cover her tired face after removing makeup.

Thanks to the fact that he is not popular at the moment and doesn’t have many illegitimate children, otherwise the hotel and room he stayed in would be stared at countless times, and he would have to change hotels and rooms every so often, but his main followers in the future are probably chasing actors Fan, not as crazy as Aidou Fan.

Zhang Yang returned to his room, Song Mingxuan opened the door alone, the room was pitch black, only the soft moonlight shining through the glass windows remained.

The evening wind blows gently, blowing the thin curtains, letting them swing a beautiful arc in the air.

Song Mingxuan just put the room card on the shoe cabinet, and was about to turn on the light.

In the dark and quiet environment, he suddenly heard a breathing sound that did not belong to him.

Almost instantly, his body tensed up.

The warm palm was pressed on the back of his hand that was about to turn on the light, and a light and cold scent enveloped him from behind, and the moist and hot breath invaded his exposed neck.