She became the white moonlight of the black lotus

The sun hangs high in the sky, and the red-orange light is neither covered by clouds nor blocked by trees. It spreads straight down, making the whole theater warm and warm. On the same dark red brick wall, a kind of royal splendor is reflected.

The hotel booked by the crew of "Song of the Sea" was in the film and television city. Lin Junruo struggled to get up from the quilt, opened the curtains, squinted his eyes and could see which crew was in the distance, and the filming had already started.

Looking at the opening of the Meridian Gate in the distance, all the dignified officials with pythons, dragons, aristocrats and crane robes sat in sedan chairs and came out in a line. The guards on both sides stood up straight with swords in hand.

Lin Junruo stretched, quickly got into the bathroom and began to tidy herself up.

She had an appointment with Miss Xiangxiang yesterday!

Ning Xiangxiang still has to sit in a wheelchair, which is inconvenient for her activities. She doesn't have an assistant with her, and Sister Luo has to take care of other artists.

So when she went to the set this morning, she pushed Ning Xiangxiang there by the way.

Lin Junruo randomly patted his face with lotion, looked at himself in the mirror, rubbed his face, and made a few expressions.

Youyuan's face is bulging, like a soft white bun.

For a while, he grinned in anger, and for a while he frowned and felt wronged.

This is the method of self-reflection in the mirror that her favorite actress Deng Yanxin mentioned in her autobiography.

It is said that getting up every morning and practicing various facial expressions in front of the mirror will be very effective in improving acting skills.

Although Lin Junruo hasn't seen any results yet, she firmly believes that with Deng Yanxin's status, she will never deceive anyone.

Since the film crew and the hotel were too close, Lin Junruo and the rest of the film crew usually walked alone.

The assistant had already gone to the set to prepare in advance. She wiped her face dry and tied her hair behind her head indiscriminately.

The current look is not important, and she has to do makeup for several hours when she arrives on the set.

Before going out, Lin Junruo stuffed a large bag of snacks into his bag, happily locked the door, and walked towards the end of the hotel corridor.

Through the corridor separated by transparent glass, you can also see various ancient scenes of different styles built in this film and television city.

As soon as you pass through, you will arrive at room 1106 where Ning Xiangxiang lives.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, she saw Ning Xiangxiang sitting in a wheelchair waiting for her in the rest area not far away.

Looking from a distance, Ning Xiangxiang's waterfall-like black hair is scattered behind his head, and he can vaguely see his delicate white chin.

Her originally thin body, because she was wearing a large plaid shirt, did not look so thin.

Sitting there alone by herself, the warm orange light outside the window shone on her, which actually gave her a sense of loneliness from her back.

An inexplicable sadness welled up in Lin Junruo's heart, she sighed slowly, and walked over.

Maybe it's because I'm too young, everyone seems to default her as a child who can't take care of herself, Lin Junruo is always taken care of by others.

Finally, I finally had a chance to take care of others by myself.

She thought she could help a little more.

Although it's not a big deal, Sister Xiangxiang's legs are not easy to walk, so I just took her to the set along the way.

Such an easy job, but Ning Xiangxiang packed it up so early and sat there waiting for her.

Thinking of Ning Xiangxiang crying in Huo Xingyu's car yesterday until the tip of his nose turned red, Huo Xingyu was still standing aside and watching with nothing to do.

There is even a little dissatisfaction in the expression?

Lin Junruo felt sympathy for Ning Xiangxiang.

Huo Xingyu has such a bad temper, and he seems to be a very difficult person to get along with.

It must be a lot of suffering to be friends with such a person.

Thinking about it, Lin Junruo trotted up.

She hurriedly ran to Ning Xiangxiang who was quietly sitting in the rest area waiting for her, and shouted as she ran, "Sister, I'm coming! I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, I got up a bit late."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ning Xiangxiang's response, she pushed the handle of the wheelchair with both hands, and walked to the elevator not far ahead.

While walking, he said with a smile: "If you didn't eat breakfast, I have a lot of sugar in my bag, and I don't know which one you like, sister, you can choose by yourself."

Lin Junruo stuffed the small backpack on her back into her hand.

When I arrive on the set in a while, Miss Xiangxiang doesn't have an assistant, so I can always help out a bit, right?

Thinking of this, Lin Junruo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, his brows and eyes were curved, and he walked briskly, walking faster and faster.

"Boss Huo?"

Vaguely, Huo Xingyu seemed to hear someone calling himself from a distance;

She wanted to open her mouth to respond, but she couldn't speak, the syllables seemed to disappear in the chaotic darkness immediately when they vibrated, and she was silent in this darkness, unable to move.

Then, she vaguely heard someone sobbing softly in her ear, choked up and cried: "I don't dare... I really don't dare, I can't do it..."

"Forget it, forget it..."

Is this talking to her?

Is it a dream?

What to do next?

The voices in the dream were all indistinct, Huo Xingyu tried his best to listen, but only heard a few words without beginning or end.

It must be a dream, she thought.

But she clearly knew that all of this was a dream, but she could only float in this darkness.

No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't wake up.

After these weak cries.

A woman suddenly leaned close to her ear and sneered in a low voice, and the warm breath from the close distance fell behind her ear.

It was so real that she felt a sensitive tingling behind her ears because of the air current.

Huo Xingyu felt a strange sense of trembling slowly crawling from the back of his head towards her face.

She wanted to dodge, but her limbs were heavy and she couldn't move.

She heard the voice right next to her ear, speaking softly with a mocking smile.

"Put down the knife, she's bleeding so much, what are we going to do about it?"

"That's it, yes, yes!"

"Squeeze tight. Don't let her have any breathing space, yes, well done..."

What does she mean by this.

Are you... killing people?

Is the woman instructing herself to kill?

Just when she felt that the dream was a bit inexplicable and ridiculous, the trembling and cowardly voice responded with a choked voice, mournfully:

"She's not moving..."

"Is she dead? She's not breathing."

It turned out that he was not talking to himself.

Huo Xingyu suddenly felt that her body was floating upwards. She wanted to struggle out of this chaos, but there was no way.

She suddenly realized that in this dream, her eyes were pitch black, and there was no picture except that empty blackness.

In this silent darkness, it is cold all around,

Only the whispering conversation of the two men could be heard.

just like……

It was as if in this dream she was not their accomplice, but an outsider who eavesdropped on them in a dark room through a wall.

Her heart was beating violently, and she felt inexplicably increasingly panicked.

"Boss Huo?"

"Boss Huo!"

In the chaos, confusion and panic floating in the darkness, she heard someone calling her again;

Suddenly, the upward feeling of floating stopped, and she felt that she was suspended in the air.Then came a sudden plunge.

In an instant, the sky and the earth spun, and Huo Xingyu suddenly opened his eyes.

——It was the panicked face of Secretary Song——

Seeing Huo Xingyu's bluish complexion and those cold eyes rubbed into a bit of uncommon confusion, Secretary Song asked hesitantly:

"Mr. Huo, what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay." Huo Xingyu lowered his head and reached out to rub Wuxin, the forehead touched by his fingertips was covered with cold sweat.

"Your complexion is so bad, do you want to call a doctor?"

"No need." She casually opened the document in front of her eyes: "Have all the people for the meeting arrived?"

"Yes, Minister Yang and the others are already waiting outside, shall I call them in?"

Huo Xingyu nodded.

Seeing Secretary Song close the door smoothly, she seemed to let go of her guard, panting for air, Huo Xingyu reached out to pick up the porcelain cup that was placed aside, and took a sip;

It was the astringent taste of the bitter strong tea that spread in her mouth that woke her up.

She doesn't think she is a person who is afraid of ordinary things, but now she has panic for no reason because of a dream.

This is too inexplicable.

The heavy wooden door was knocked twice, and Secretary Song led several men in suits and leather shoes to walk in.

The one in the lead had a thick greasy back, and when he saw Huo Xingyu, he smiled so that his squinted eyes became a line.

"Xingyu..." He grinned, and the mouthful of cigarettes and alcohol showed yellow and white teeth in the air: "Why is your complexion so bad, you can go back to rest if you are really uncomfortable, and the second uncle will take care of the company's affairs for you It's on."

Without even raising his head, Huo Xingyu took the stack of documents handed over by Secretary Song, opened one casually, and said, "Minister Yang, tell me about your plan first."

Seeing that she didn't respond to his words at all, the wrinkled smile on Yang Pei's face disappeared instantly.

Yang Pei was already annoyed by her fake appearance.

No one in the company knew that he was Huo Xingyu's uncle.

But Huo Xingyu himself just put on the official look of the formula, and didn't even give any extra glances.

The eyes of people are also full of disdain.

I am her elder.

Who can show this arrogant and disdainful face?

Yang Pei lowered his head and said in a low voice, "That's right, for the charity foundation in the second quarter, as usual, we still plan to invite celebrities as ambassadors of love. On the one hand, through the influence of celebrities, we can attract more..."

"Did anyone choose?"

"Some..." Yang Pei took out one of the photos from the back of the folder, placed one on the large sandalwood table, and said:

"The first choice among these people should be Ms. Huo Qiyun, from her appearance to..."

"Change to another one." Huo Xingyu interrupted with a wave of his hand before he could finish speaking;

"However, Ms. Huo San and many businesses of the Huo Corporation are deeply bound up, and her image in all aspects is very good, and she is also our own member of the Huo Corporation, Mr. Huo..."

"I don't want her to earn the easy money."

"Uh..." Looking at Huo Xingyu's appearance that he didn't let his fat and water flow to his wife, Yang Pei was silent for a while, and continued:

"Chen Yuan is quite old, and he is also the host of the main station. He is well-known, and his image is stable and suitable for public welfare."

"Young and energetic."

"Liu Xiaohong, a well-known dancer and a national first-class gymnast, is very energetic and has the experience of dancing for seven or eight hours in a row." Yang Pei turned another page;

"Is there any artist who has been injured recently?" Huo Xingyu raised his head and glanced at him