The Chronicle of the Sea Emperor of Another World

After all, Liang Xin still kept the young man, knowing that he was definitely looking for trouble for himself.

The boy's name is Yuasa. He is just 17 years old this year. He was admitted to university. When he went out to school, he was tricked by those people and followed him accidentally.

Tang Qian didn't talk about the life of these four or five months, but how could Liang Xin, who had been in trouble before, not know the tricks of those people, Liang Xin looked at Tang Qian's scars with pity, "Then I will take you home tomorrow. "

Sitting at the desk, looking at the script that Liang Xin had received not long ago, Tang Qian turned her head. The young man who had cleaned up was very attractive, especially the clear eyes, like the clear water accumulated on the bluestone, cool and penetrating. polluted.

"No need, there is no one at home. I sold the house to pay for the first semester's tuition." Yuasa said calmly, as if she didn't complain about her experience at all.

Liang Xin sat next to Yuqian, "Then what are your plans? If you want to go to college, I can subsidize you. Of course, it will be considered as a loan from me, and you will be charged interest."

Liang Xin smiled slightly, with a gentleness that had never been shown in front of others. He liked this boy, but he didn't intend to get his hands on this boy. Maybe he also liked men, but such a clear boy deserves better.

There is a piece of pure land in my heart, and there is a person I once liked on it.

Love is a colorful paint. If it is applied carefully, the friendship between two people will turn into a peerless painting;

Not enough lovers, more than friends, this scale is the most appropriate.

Tang Qian smiled slightly, showing two small canine teeth, "Sure, but I don't plan to study anymore, can you lend me some money?"

Liang Xin lay down, looking at the spotless ceiling, "Yes, how much?"

Yuasa thought for a while, "[-]."

Liang Xin's heart moved slightly. Fifty thousand was not a big amount to him now, but to a person who had only met a few times, it was only so much money to borrow...

Liang Xin closed her eyes and buried her body on the soft bed. Money is the best thing to test a friend. If the [-] can test whether a person is worthy of dating, then it is worthwhile.

"I'll go to the bank to help you set up an account later, and I'll transfer it there."

Tang Qian smiled again, and the little Huya looked extremely cute, "Thank you Brother Xin."

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In the current unfavorable situation, if one of the reporters held a press conference to clarify, if the newspaper helped, they would naturally try their best to reverse this unfavorable situation, but now those reporters are obviously trying to blackmail themselves, even if they clarified themselves, I will also find new places to pick my own faults.

Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief and dialed the manager's phone number.

"Su Mu...you finally showed up. Why didn't you answer the phone calls yesterday?"

Su Mu pinched his head, the manager's voice was too loud.I was just thinking about something yesterday, Lao Jin, can I apply to study abroad? "

"Further study? You are already a Ph.D. from Harvard Business School, and you still want to study further?" Lao Jin knows how sharp he is in business as an artist. He may not be able to grasp some subtleties very well, but he is The economy as a whole moves with an almost ghostly sensitivity.

He is a natural investor, but not a rational money manager.

Su Mu chuckled, "I'm an artist now, and I plan to travel abroad to improve my artistic accomplishment. I want to go to the Vatican, Italy, France, and many other places. I can apply for two years." Is it fake?"

"Two years!" Lao Jin shouted, "Su Mu, are you crazy? Two years will make the audience forget you, and at this moment, do you think the boss will let you go?"

Su Mu said with certainty, "If the boss is sensible enough, he will."

Lao Jin paused for a while, "Well, I'll ask the boss."

Su Mu put down the phone with a smile. Now the media is called the fourth agency, which shows how powerful it is. They can use some ambiguous words to make readers have some associations.

And these "things thought up by the audience" are the media's biggest reliance. Well-written, you will appreciate the movie star, but if those reporters vaguely point out the behind-the-scenes of the movie star, it is very likely that it will make you feel uncomfortable. The viewer develops a feeling of disgust towards the person.

Su Mu looked out the window, it was almost the Spring Festival, and the mansions were already being decorated, and the bright red was sparsely scattered in the house, which felt a bit dilapidated.

Su Mu breathed out on the glass, a layer of white mist covered the glass, blurring the vision, just like this layer of weapons, if you keep explaining, it will only make the audience feel that you are worthless, but it’s okay if you don’t explain impossible.

The best way is to fade out after the explanation, attend some evening parties occasionally, let those reporters report from time to time, and maintain a moderate exposure rate.

Time can't erase the scars on my heart, but it can erase those memories.

Talk about a vigorous love, let the new memories cover the old ones.

One day, when I think of your name, it will only be a blur. There is a vague smile on Su Mu's face. It is so vague that I almost don't think it is a smile. The original infatuation, completely, only Because the world sees very little.

Qiao Tong, go to hell.

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When he learned that Su Mu held a press conference and explained some recent events, he announced that he would temporarily leave the entertainment industry. Under Uncle Zhang's nervous gaze, Qiao Tong didn't even get angry, and didn't even tear off the mask in his hand. newspaper.

"Su Mu, are you leaving now because of a guilty conscience?" On the TV, a reporter asked sharply.

The man smiled lightly, and that smile seemed to travel through time and space, across the silver screen, through numerous barriers, and flew in front of Qiao Tong, "Guilty? Maybe, but even if you have a guilty conscience, it's not for you, let alone for those who are splashing. For the dirty water on my body, I just want to say sorry to those who have always supported me, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold on, I'm sorry, the water is too deep, I can't afford it, I'm sorry, Prince Jing, whom you once liked, also It's just a weak person who succumbed to the camera," the handsome man faced the camera, "but I will come back, when I am strong enough, I will come back."

Prince Jing is Su Mu's famous character, a strong and unyielding hero who is famous for his country.

Su Mu said a long series of words, but it felt a little cloudy, and the reporter was also confused. Could there be such an artist who doesn't know the rules?

When they came to their senses, Su Mu had already got into the nanny's car and disappeared among the guns and short cannons in the hands of reporters.

"Come back?" Qiao Tong chewed on what Su Mu said, and his eyebrows moved slightly.

Standing aside, Uncle Zhang looked at the changing expression on his young master's face, and sighed in his heart, Master Tong must still have Su Mu in his heart.

"Uncle Zhang, help me prepare a visa, I want to go abroad."

Uncle Zhang bowed, "I don't know if the young master is going to..."

Qiao Tong's eyes shone with confidence, "Germany."

He will definitely go there, even if you have made some unavoidable deals for your superior position, as long as you are willing to return to my side, I will definitely accept you.

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The next day, when Liang Xin came back from the audition and stood in front of the door, she felt a little apprehensive, how would she feel if she opened the door and he wasn't inside?

The key was slowly inserted, turned, and the door opened. The house was deserted, and it didn't look like there was anyone at all.

Sure enough... I still left.

Liang Xin lay casually on the sofa, and she didn't seem too disappointed. The 5 yuan should be used as a lesson.

The door that was closed just now was opened again, Liang Xin forcibly restrained the desire to turn around, listening to the footsteps of that person.

Calm, yet a little nimble, it should be the footsteps of a young man.

"Brother Xin, are you back?" A young man's voice came from behind, and in an instant, all the dark clouds in Liang Xin's heart that he refused to admit even after beating him to death were dispersed.

"En." Liang Xin pretended to be indifferent in response.

Tang Qian scratched his head, "I just went out to buy some things, by the way, Brother Xin, I received a call earlier from a man named Jimo Sheng, saying that he had recently accepted a play, and there was a character in it If it suits you, I ask you if you want to try it."

Jimo Sheng?Liang Xin was a little strange, how could that person think of himself?Although I asked Sister Yuan to be my manager, but it didn't work out in the end, so why would Jimo Sheng invite me?

Liang Xin hesitated, but decided to give it a try. Today's audition failed, so she must be looking for something to eat.

Tang Qian stood aside, looking at Liang Xin, a strange look flashed in those clear eyes.

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On New Year's Eve, in this nationally jubilant festival, there is not such a strong New Year flavor in Qingshan Sanatorium.

Room 231, an independent room, has a lot of books in it. On the plain bed, a woman is sitting there quietly reading a book.

The nurse glanced through the window, was satisfied with the patient's arrangement, and continued to inspect other wards.

After the nurse's temporary inspection, Situ Qingli raised her head, her unpainted face had a divine beauty.

Situ Qingli looked at the road map in her hand and smiled strangely.

Do you think sending me to a mental hospital is over?I, Situ Qingli, will not let you go so easily, Liang Xin, Jimo Sheng, Fang Qitian, just wait.

Situ Qingli smiled quietly, like a flower with dew in the morning.

Poppies.