After reading through the book, big attacks and small attacks are jealous for me

Um?Why is there still something about Yao Zhengxin?

Shang Tian recalled the horrific scene of the original owner's mother crying on his bedside, and was startled: What does Sang Lin mean by that?So Yao Zhengxin wasn't properly buried?

No wonder entrusted him with a dream!

After just a few words, Shang Tian broke into a cold sweat, not because he was threatened by Sang Lin, but because he began to doubt whether the world advocates prosperity, democracy and harmony.

"Xiao Tian, ​​our fate is not good. No one in the family can be relied on. This road is so difficult, why do we have to make things difficult for each other?" Shuang always blinked his tearful eyes, "Mr. He's this matter is my fault, I shouldn't submit obediently, just forgive me for once, okay? Movie Emperor Mu, can you intercede for me?"

If it wasn't for the sake of Yao Zhengxin who didn't even know where the ashes were, Shang Tian really wanted to ask Sang Lin in front of him, who was also born as a human being, why he had such a thick skin.

Shang Tian sighed, lowered his eyes slightly, his expression was very forbearing, he seemed to have compromised, "The relationship between me and Emperor Mu is not as good as you imagined, I don't know if I can help you."

Hearing this, Sang Lin's heart that had been hanging high finally fell.

"Reshooting the scene will not only waste the funds of the crew and the time of other actors, but also waste all the resources that Xingyi won for me. If you don't harvest it, you will die. This is not what the businessman wants to see, so I can Get the company to help me issue a clarification statement, as long as the crew insists on not changing people, and those who clean up will clear themselves, sooner or later the black fans who spread false rumors will dissipate. Besides, there is King Mu, who has a large fan base. The movie king and defend me."

Shang Tian rolled his eyes inwardly, but nodded in a daze on his face.

"I know you don't know much about this." Sang Lin put his arm around Shang Tian's shoulder and squeezed it lightly, "You just need to help me stabilize King Mu for the time being and don't speak out about this matter for now. I like to collect tea leaves, let me think of a way for a few days."

It has to be said that Sang Lin has a really delicate mind, and there are endless ways to manipulate a person. The entire entertainment industry knows that Mu Cheng, who is fearless and fearless, is most afraid of his grandfather, and he can use this immediately.

Shang Tian nodded: "Okay, I will try my best."

At this time, Sang Lin's expression had completely softened, and his vigilance should not be so high.

Shang Tian took the opportunity to say: "I dreamed about my mother last night, Xiao Lin, when are you free? Can you accompany me to redeem my mother's ashes?"

Sang Lin agreed: "I want to go to Jiang City first, there are many old tea people there, maybe you can find rare tea in the market, and I will accompany you when I come back, okay?"

Shang Tian nodded.

After the two reached an agreement, Sang Lin left quickly. Shang Tian watched the other party's back, slowly took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and pressed the recording button that had been turned on to turn off.

Although the method of recording may not be very clever, but fortunately it is effective, and it is also the best way to expose a white lotus who likes to pretend to be stupid and sweet.It stands to reason that just the material that the paparazzi named Kim dug up is enough to make Sang Lin's image plummet, but Shang Tian is still fighting for the original owner because of the previous incident.

Sang Lin is not only willing to be supported by others for the sake of resources, but also uses his friends to achieve his own goals. He is just a villain with no bottom line and no heart.

But don't worry, maybe only Sang Lin knows where Yao Zhengxin's ashes are.

After thinking about it, Shang Tian felt worried again. Most of Yao Zhengxin's ashes were in the hands of a certain creditor, and the ransom must not be a small sum. Where would he get the money?

The first half of a billionaire's life turned out to be so miserable!

While worrying, Shang Tian skillfully opened the food delivery app. Saving 100 yuan temporarily can't solve the urgent need, so it's better to make a serious meal first.

When Shang Tian was eating takeaway live in the hotel, Meng Zexuan looked at the four dishes and one soup on the desk expressionlessly.

Perhaps Zhu Bo saw that he was in a bad mood today, so he spent a lot of time preparing lunch. All the dishes he had liked since childhood were spicy in taste and rich in color. All of them were prepared by top private chefs. He didn't deserve to be treated coldly.

But Meng Zexuan just has no appetite, and the inexplicable dream last night is always lingering in his mind.

He has been fond of mathematics since he was a child, and has a high sensitivity to numbers. He was able to memorize the following decimal point of pi to five digits in middle school, which made it easy for him to remember the date when something happened, but he could not remember much. Find out exactly what happened on that date.

The date that appeared in his dream last night were those four simple numbers, 0923, which also appeared in his mind not long ago without warning.

He dreamed that he was participating in a memorial ceremony. The autumn cemetery was covered with crimson maple leaves, and the grass and trees beside the bluestone slabs under his feet were no longer green. Under the clear sky, the small cemetery looked particularly lonely.

There is a photo pasted on the black tombstone, showing Shang Tian's obedient smile, a dimple on his lips is faintly visible, and the light in his eyes seems to have not been extinguished.

Meng Zexuan vaguely heard the sound of crying, but there were no wet tears in the corners of his eyes, he just felt that his chest was extremely stuffy, he was clearly awake, but inexplicably lost the ability to think, and felt a little helpless and bewildered that he had never felt before. overwhelmed him.

What happened next, Meng Zexuan couldn't remember clearly, but he was very sure in the dream that this day was September 23rd, Shang Tian's birthday, and also the death day of Shang Tian in the dream.

At 37:[-] in the morning, he woke up suddenly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that Shang Tian was sleeping crookedly beside him, his hands and feet were placed in a disheveled manner, his fine eyelashes were drooping, and his little face was flushed from sleep.

He is obviously a healthy young man in his early twenties, why would he have such a dream?

Meng Zexuan was lost in thought again, until Zhu Bo reminded him in a low voice, "Sir, Mr. Shang has started the live broadcast, would you like to watch it?"

"Ah."

Meng Zexuan responded, and clicked on the live broadcast platform. In the dream, the young man with only a handful of ashes left was still alive and kicking. At this time, he was eating a bowl of steaming Malatang, feeling the empty feeling in his heart. Feeling finally back to normal.

Zhu Bo saw that his husband's complexion had improved visible to the naked eye, and asked carefully, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Meng Zexuan's gaze fell on the screen intently, and it took a while before he spoke: "Can people predict the future?"

Zhu Bo was taken aback: "?"

"I dreamed about some bad things, and it felt very real," Meng Zexuan said with a serious expression, his sharp eyebrows frowned, "I heard that some people can predict the future, and then change the future."

Uncle Zhu was completely dumbfounded: "Who did you listen to?"

Meng Zexuan was still serious: "Fan Chen."

Zhu Bo: "..."

As far as he knows, Young Master Fan spends most of his time away from work. He was addicted to online novels some time ago and often talked about rebirth time travel. His husband may have been poisoned by him.

Zhu Bo carefully worded his words, thinking about how to express it without affecting the image of Young Master Fan, and let Meng Zexuan realize that having the superpower to predict the future is simply nonsense.

Before Zhu Bo could speak, Meng Zexuan curled his fingers on the table and lowered his voice, "Shang Tian in the dream passed away on his birthday."

Zhu Bo opened his eyes slightly.

Fortunately, when my husband said this, Mr. Shang was not around, otherwise no matter who heard such curse-like words, they would feel uncomfortable in their hearts. According to Shang Tian's personality, they might just get angry and leave.

"Sir, since you said that after predicting the future, you can change the future," Zhu Bo stuffed the words back into his stomach, and changed his mind again, "Do you want to change?"

Meng Zexuan's expression remained unchanged, and he did not answer Zhu Bo's question.

But Uncle Zhu smiled, "In this case, you should treat Mr. Shang well and let him live with you in good health until old age."

Meng Zexuan nodded thoughtfully, and his eyes once again fell on Shang Tian's bowl of Malatang.

"I asked my assistant to open an account for Shang Tian before, so you go and get it to him," the man's eyes began to show disgust, "he is not allowed to eat junk food like Malatang."

Uncle Zhu nodded: "Good sir."

After Uncle Zhu left, Shang Tian on the screen had already eaten and drank enough, and he lazily wiped his mouth with a tissue, like a satiated cat after eating.

[ok today's malatang is finished]

[I ate so low-key today, the gooey is still the same gooey]

[Isn’t the little brother with a particularly supple voice that day not there? ]

[Yes, yes, why didn't you come to give you cherries? ]

[Can you ask him to record a good night audio for us? ]

[Minister seconded!One-person blood letter begging Xiaofubi to give us benefits! ]

[Good night audio is not very friendly to voice control?Can you fall asleep after listening to it? ]

[Have you seen Xiao Mubi? ]

[Don't sneer at us, you pervert]

Shang Tian looked at the fast-moving barrage, with a sneer on his face: "You call each other with a black name, and you still expect me to give you benefits, why?"

[Then let’s not call it Xiaomubi, shall we]

[Lick the fields!Lick the field!Lick the field! ]

[You directly contributed half a month's salary to Licking Tian, ​​is your sincerity enough? ]

[Damn it, I took out all the milk tea money for next month]

Shang Tian was watching with great interest the group of netizens fawning over him one after another, his whole body was about to float, and the special effect sound of rewarding the whole botanical garden sounded again in his ears.

[Hey, there's another rich woman here]

[Five botanical gardens in a row? ]

[The previous ranking number one was topped hahahaha]

[Interview with this rich woman, are you also a fan of the sound of nature? ]

[It seems that the little brother is still valuable, how can my little muddy be worth five botanical gardens hhhhhh]

Shang Tian was still in the joy of receiving a huge sum of money, when he saw the new fan post a barrage——

Ting Tingzi vvvip: I don’t know who Tian Lai you are talking about, but this is just a gift from me to Sweet Cub, just kidding~

[Damn it, that tilde made me mad]

[The rich woman is not only rich, but also a bking]

[I hope there is such a rich young lady pretending to be b for me hahahahaha]

Shang Tian stared at the ID, and suddenly remembered that he had followed a fan of the original owner on Weibo before, and the ID was Ting Tingzi.

"I recognize you," Shang Tian smiled sweetly at the camera, "We have locked up with each other just now."

Meng Zexuan watched Shang Tian interacting with Ting Tingzi in the barrage without blinking, and suddenly felt a little irritable.

Maybe it's because the competitive spirit from childhood came out to make trouble again, the more Meng Zexuan looked at Shang Tian's tipping list, the more he disliked it.

I moved my finger, and clicked twenty times in a row.

The special effects of the botanical garden dominated the screen for a full minute, and if the screams in the barrage had substance, it would be enough to pierce a person's eardrum.

[Fuck the battle for the number one list begins! ]

[A full twenty botanical gardens, I am stupid]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

[The old mother shed sour tears]

Meng Zexuan looked at Shang Tian's dumbfounded face on the screen, and slightly licked the corner of his lower lip.

This time it's me again.

The author has something to say: Where does the sour taste come from?

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