After breaking up, I was entangled by slag Gong again.

Without lifting his eyelids, Fu Shenghe gently shook the red wine glass in his hand. His deep eyes were reflected on the wall of the glass, and the emotions inside could not be seen.

After a while, Fu Chenghe sneered, got up and left, and only opened his mouth when he reached the door.

"well done."

An Ran's tense nerves immediately relaxed, and a look of malice flashed in his eyes.

Heh, Qi Yan, you offended Boss Fu, I see how you still pretend to be aloof!

……

Qi Yan scrolled through the phone's address book, looking at the names that were swiped past, Director Zhao, Sister Li...

In the end, her slender and pale fingers rested on a name, and after a few minutes of hesitation, Qi Yan still dialed the phone.

This time the call was quickly picked up, and a mellow voice with a big tongue came from the other side.

"Hey, Xiaoyan, why did you remember to call me, hehe, have you figured it out?"

"Brother Zheng," Qi Yan's eyes were flushed, and her throat felt extremely dry, "Let me... see, do you still have a suitable role for me?"

"Oh, Xiaoyan, your acting skills are so aura, as long as you figure it out, there are a lot of notebooks waiting for you here, brother, should you think about that suggestion again."

Listening to Zheng Jian's greasy words, the veins on the back of Qi Yan's hands bulged, and he firmly grasped the bed sheet under him, barely enduring the nausea that surged up in his heart.

"Don't think about it, Brother Zheng, I've already thought about it...when will I have time." Qi Yan heard his own hollow voice without a trace of soul.

"It's fine if you think about it, haha, Xiaoyan, I have time at any time, who made you the one I put on top of my heart, at 808 o'clock tomorrow night in the Pearl Hotel, room [-], it's up to you .”

The other party hung up the phone with a full face, Qi Yan's hand holding the phone slowly slid down, the phone fell to the ground with a bang, making a loud noise.

Qi Yan was motionless, her eyes were empty...

The next day, Qi Yan tidied herself up and went to the hospital to see Mu Ling. Mu Ling was lying on the hospital bed, still in a coma, with an infusion in her hand, and her face was even paler than the white quilt covering her body. After Qi Yan saw it, her eyes turned red in an instant, knowing that grandma became like this because of the troubles of the past few days, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Qi Yan put the fruit she bought on the cabinet next to her, picked up an apple and began to peel it, and then put the apples into small pieces on the plate.

"Grandma, no matter what I do, you will forgive me, right? I know, you love me the most. Grandma, I finally became the person I hate the most."

Qi Yan sat beside the hospital bed with Mu Ling until the afternoon with empty eyes, and then slowly got up and left the hospital.

Sitting on the bus that backed up several times, Qi Yan arrived at the Pearl Hotel at [-]:[-].

The resplendent decoration, the crystal lamp with bright lights above the head, the bewilderment and embarrassment on Qi Yan's face can be seen at a glance.

Qi Yan stood at the door of room 808, the door was not closed, leaving a gap, as if waiting for someone specially, the second hand on Qi Yan's wrist moved little by little, with a click, and finally reached the position of twelve.

it's eight o'clock...

Qi Yan straightened her back, took a deep breath, stretched out her hand and pushed open the door in front of her. There was no light inside, and it was pitch black. Zheng Jian was like a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness, biting him bit by bit. Finally, Qi Yan hesitated for a moment, and finally walked in, his back gradually disappeared into the darkness inside the door.