After confessing to being top-notch, I went crazy

At last it was just the two of them in the room again.

Song Ding looked at Bo Ziming's pale face, frowned and said, "Is this how you have lived all these years?"

Bo Ziming didn't speak, but lowered his head and ate the apple he handed over.

Song Ding was still holding the fork in his hand, lowered his head, and took another cut fork. Just as he was about to hand it over, Bo Ziming lay down again and said, "I don't want to eat."

Song Ding put the piece of apple into his mouth, the apple was a bit sweet and sour.

He couldn't eat sour food very well, and his face was wrinkled into a ball.

After eating, he put the remaining apples aside, and said: "I will follow this matter to the end. If what Ji Zhenzhen said is true, I will not let them go!"

Bo Ziming nodded and said, "If I'm not wrong, it should be Gu Chen's fault. He should be targeting you and me." After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Song Ding and said, "I didn't succeed here. I'm afraid that the next one will be you."

Song Ding squinted his eyes, and said with a funny face: "I really want it. Come on, it will save me going straight to my nest!"

Bozi twitched his Adam's apple and said in a hoarse voice, "Today is different from the past."

Song Ding turned his head and was very interested in what he said that today is different from the past.

He pursed his lips and asked, "Are you talking about... Which one is different now? Yours and mine? Or, my current combat power, no?"

Bo Ziming blushed slightly and didn't want to talk to him.

But Song Ding got excited and climbed onto the bed, almost his whole body climbed onto his body, looked down at him and asked, "What is different now? Tell me more clearly!"

With such a posture, such ambiguity, Bo Ziming's neck and earlobe were all red.

But his lips were still pursed tightly, and he didn't say a word.

Song Ding saw that he was almost forced today, so he planned to let him go first and take his time.

So he stepped back again, lightly touched his finger with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, today is indeed different from the past, and I am not the reckless boy I was back then!"

For some reason, Bo Ziming heard a different confidence from Song Ding's tone.

It's not the impulsive, reckless, self-confidence that only relies on fists, but a kind of majesty from a high-ranking person looking down, a tone that he has only heard from Song Ding's father Song Wenyuan!

Therefore, at this moment, his heart trembled slightly, and then he became a little weak.

The sense of security is very mysterious, and sometimes it is given inadvertently.At this moment, it seems that there is something like this fermenting.

That night, Bo Ziming and Song Ding stayed overnight.

Early the next morning, media reporters blocked the entrance of the hospital.

They asked Ji Zhenzhen to show Bo Ziming's video.

In the end, when they were furious, Bo Ziming came out by himself.

No broken arm or broken leg, except for his complexion, there is nothing wrong with it!

The reporters had really waited for Ji Zhenzhen to hand over no one, and then they could unscrupulously report how Bo Ziming was injured and hospitalized, fell into a coma, and a generation of superstars fell from there.

Other people's tragedies are nothing more than a news point in their eyes, and it depends on who writes the headlines more bloody and attractive.

But this time, instead of getting big news, they were actually slapped in the face!

Especially Ji Zhenzhen's high-spirited look at the side, it even more set off how despicable they were last night!

Seeing that there was no big news, a group of people could only settle for the next best thing and report why Bo Ziming was injured and hospitalized.

So, one of the media outlets came up to him, blocked Bo Ziming's way, and asked, "Mr. Bo, why did you suddenly fall ill and be hospitalized?"

It's very impolite to ask like this. Celebrities also have privacy. This way of asking is simply scolding!

Ji Zhenzhen wanted to stab this man out with a stick!

But the person involved was not angry at the moment.Bo Ziming glanced at him and said lightly, "I'm not sick."

When the media heard it, they quickly swarmed up!

"I was murdered by someone cutting the rope." Although the voice was not loud, it was like thunder on the ground, and all the media instantly snapped photos of Bo Ziming!

I really didn't expect that before the truth of the matter was fully revealed, Bo Ziming would actually expose this matter by himself!

Now it's all right, I'm afraid it will be the headlines, hot searches, and various media highlights in the next month, all of which will be the murder of his big actor Bo!

In a low-key luxury car not far away, Song Ding sat with a middle-aged man.

Song Wenyuan looked at Song Ding's tired face and said, "You made trouble for me as soon as you came back! What? I slapped you, and you didn't even go home?"

Song Ding rubbed his eyes and said, "No...I'm going to participate in the trainee competition!"

Song Wenyuan said with a look of resentment: "The trainee is to train the reserve talents of the company in the future, and also to build a cash cow to cater to the market! What are you going to do? You are the one who collects money!"

Song Ding pursed his lips, leaned forward, put his elbows on his thighs, and said, "I know what I'm doing. Dad, I've already told you about my situation. Do you still want to object now?"

Song Wenyuan frowned, crossed his hands, sighed and said: "Your mother and I, after thinking about it for the past two days, think that maybe we were really wrong before! However, I have also heard that people don't treat you right now. Friendship! It's always been your hot face sticking to other people's cold ass! You are like this, why bother?"