Why do you think I don't love you anymore

Walking out the door, Wen Qianhe's legs were shaking, afraid that He Shao would rush out and expose his lies, but he guessed it was right.

The relationship between He Shao and Zhou Tingyun is not very good.

The smell of copper from new clothes is smoky, but it smells really good.It fit him perfectly.

Zhou Tingyun also bought clothes for him before, but after being rejected by him several times, he didn't say anything again.

At that time, he sighed that falling in love burns money. If he didn't like it too much, he would never spend his money on a romantic relationship.

The more I got to know Zhou Tingyun, the more I felt that it was right for me to withdraw and leave. I also thank Zhou Tingyun for exposing his flamboyant nature in time. The two families are so different.

Buying a mobile phone at home is the latest Apple model that ordinary families can't reach. He has never used Apple, so he doesn't plan to use it.Before leaving, he picked up his old mobile phone in the trash can.

The clothes were not in the trash can, so I don't know where He Shao threw them.

The phone was out of battery and couldn't be turned on. He thought about it and went back to the hotel. It's not too late to rush to this hour.

When Wen Qianhe appeared in the hotel wearing an ordinary famous brand, everyone cast strangely complicated looks, including contempt, curiosity, sympathy, and indifference.

My head is still a little dizzy at the moment, the glass of wine yesterday was really choking.Never drink again in this life!Nearly half his life.

He went straight to the warehouse compartment and changed into work clothes. Fortunately, the restaurant gave everyone two sets of clothes.

"Wu Qiang, can you lend me the charger?" He had to charge it first, and send a message to Zhou Tingyun later.

Wu Qiang glanced at it strangely, lowered his head again, handed him the charger tremblingly,

"What's wrong with you? Is there something on my face?" Wen Qianhe always felt that Wu Qiang was weird, and there was no one else here, so why did he appear awkward.

"No,"

"I was drunk yesterday, who cleaned up the phoenix box?" Wen Qianhe asked while charging his phone.

"Managers and Supervisors,"

"Why... it's them!?" Wen Qianhe was a little surprised.

"You... and Xiaoqi are both drunk. It's too late, everyone else is off work, only the supervisor and Manager Xu are left."

"Oh, that……"

Suddenly the locker room door was pushed open, Manager Xu's complexion was not good, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, he could see that he didn't sleep well last night, he said lightly: "Wen Qianhe, the financial side will settle the salary in advance and send it to you .”

Wen Qianhe looked at it with a vague understanding, and suddenly thought that He Shao said he resigned from his job in the morning, but he didn't expect it to be true!

"Manager, I'm sorry about what happened last night. I haven't drunk and delayed my work, but I can do it for free for a day,"

Manager Xu gave Wu Qiang a slight signal, and he went out knowingly.

Wen Qianhe stood in embarrassment, and said eagerly: "Manager, if President He resigns, please take it back, I don't know him."

The dressing room is small, hidden in the compartment of the building, without sunlight, and the dim light makes the manager's face sallow. He is gentle and personable, and he can do everything with ease. Wen Qianhe respects him very much.

At this time, Manager Xu sighed, and said in a deep and deep voice: "I don't blame you for what happened yesterday, it's my fault. I don't know why Director Wang arranged for that kind of banquet, let alone Mr. He... "He didn't continue, just looked at Wen Qianhe.

After pausing for a while, he said again: "Don't come to this kind of place to work in the future, study hard. If you need money, I can lend it to you. It doesn't cost you much to go to university, so don't work so hard," his eyes stayed on On those white, tender and slender hands: "Your hand is only suitable for holding a pen, not for working. Since you can endure the hardships in society, I believe you will be successful in the future. You can do things at any age and do everything." You have to pay attention to step by step, you are so young, don't,"

Wen Qianhe interrupted in a low voice: "Manager Xu, I have nothing to do with Mr. He. He is the brother of my college friend. He may often hear his brother mention me, so he recognizes me."

"But he has no younger brother, only an older sister named He Zhiyi."

Wen Qianhe stuttered in shock: "Yes, but he looks so young, it turned out to be him, uncle," and he looks somewhat similar.

It turned out to be uncle.The surname is He, and he should be able to guess it.

"Young and promising, but you still have to rely on the backstage, otherwise who will pay for him."

Wen Qianhe nodded in agreement, and Manager Xu had a long talk with him that day.

He has always thought that Manager Xu is unsmiling and meticulous in his work.No matter how well he did, he would not praise him.Even sternly frowning.They all agreed that Manager Xu didn't want to see him.

Today he understood that it was just that Manager Xu had watched too much and became numb, but he couldn't help feeling pity for a moment.

At the final parting, Manager Xu said with a smile for the first time, "Actually, I also graduated from University A. I failed to show my mother the principal. The future of University A still depends on you."

Wen Qianhe was stunned. Manager Xu turned around and entered the restaurant without giving him a chance to speak.

When he just said that sentence, Manager Xu's face was full of helplessness and bitterness, as if saying that he was a college student of A made him hard to say.

Every year, University A's provincial undergraduate scores are above 590 regardless of arts and sciences, and other provinces' scores are higher than 600+.

Just as the teacher told him back then, as long as you pass the exam, one foot has already stepped into the hall of high salary.

He clenched his phone tightly and stood at the door of the restaurant. His pupils printed the endless street in front of him in dark gray, and his heart was burning.

On the surface, I have always focused on my studies, but the part-time job really distracted me too much. Every job has its own characteristics and requirements. I must master all of them proficiently, which virtually caused him to deviate from the original Track, learning gradually powerless, no energy and time.

He got on the bus, turned on his phone with anticipation, and refreshed it several times, but there was not a single message from him.Only Guo Yi shared some funny jokes.

That year Neihan Duanzi hadn't been blocked yet, and it was so popular that Guo Yi opened an account on Neihan Duanzi, which had a lot of fans, and they joined it as soon as the holiday was over.

Wen Qianhe didn't open it, didn't send a message to Zhou Tingyun, and leaned against the window in a daze. He was busy with work these days and didn't say a few words to Zhou Tingyun. He always lied to him that he was busy studying and had no time.

Zhou Tingyun is also very obedient and doesn't bother him, occasionally sending WeChat messages, just caring.

There is an illusion of a prodigal son returning.

In fact, when they were in a relationship before, he thought Zhou Tingyun was a warm man with a full sense of romance. How could he meet such a person and take advantage of it.

When this person is not cheap, he is also like a dog.

I don't know who can cure him in the future.

Wen Qianhe shook his head and signaled himself not to think about it anymore. After the new year, there is only less than a year to prepare for the exam. Since there is a lot of free time left if you don't go to a part-time job, why don't you pass the judicial exam that law students must pass by the way.

Originally, he wanted to concentrate on studying for postgraduate exams, but now he has enough time. He can save food and money, donate all the bursaries and scholarships to his family, borrow part of the student’s place of origin to pay the tuition, and the rest can barely make ends meet.

This year, I will concentrate on preparing for the exam without distraction.

I hope that one day I can hold my head high, be generous, and become a decent person.

When he got home, he started to cook for himself. From morning to afternoon, he didn't eat a drop of food.

Halfway through the work, the phone rang, an unfamiliar number.

He didn't hesitate and accepted.

A man's voice with a strong accent came from inside.

"Is Zhou Tingyun your family?"

"Um…?"

He was confused, but the other party seemed anxious.

"Zhou Tingyun just shot an explosion scene and passed out."

He has been playing a show recently, why is there still an explosion, and how did the crew take safety measures.

"so what?"

"Hospitalization requires funds. He is unconscious now. Your number is filled in the column for relatives."

Wen Qianhe froze for a moment, and it took a long time to squeeze out the words: "Actors injured while filming on the set are considered work-related injuries, and should be compensated by the unit where they work. You have found the wrong person."

He hung up the phone directly.