She became the white moonlight of the black lotus

"Is that so? But I clearly think that my sister meets my requirements. Wen Ran can't tell you a lie..."

Wen Ran maintained a sweet smile, stood beside her, looked at the painting she was looking at, and continued:

"Then what kind of painting does Miss Xiangxiang like? You may not know, she and I have a lot in common."

"Xiangxiang, your leg is injured like this, so the crew...will not be going for a while?"

Ning Xiangxiang raised his face and looked at the woman with short hair and a slightly square face in front of him.

This is her manager, Sister Luo.

Sister Luo also said this sentence in her previous life.

After Ning Xiangxiang nodded in agreement, even after recovering from his injury, he never received any film invitations, and he didn't even have a chance to add some topics by walking on the red carpet.

At first she thought it was because the entertainment industry was changing too fast, and she was confused after not showing up for a few months. Later, she realized that it was because she wanted to be a perfect wife for Miss Huo Si, so there should be no gossip or gossip lace.

As for Sister Luo, after marrying Huo Xingyu, Ning Xiangxiang never saw her again.

Sister Luo's eyes were flickering, and she didn't dare to look directly at herself when she spoke. Ning Xiangxiang watched her busy up and down in the ward, peeling fruit for a while and putting a pillow under her waist for a while, and couldn't help sighing inwardly.

In her previous life, when she and Sister Luo said they had hatred, they also had hatred, and when they said they had revolutionary friendship, they also had revolutionary friendship.

Ning Xiangxiang's economic contract is completely in the hands of her stepmother Liu Si. Sister Luo and Liu Si come and go and cooperate with each other, which directly leads to the amount of money earned and what endorsements they sign. There is no room for her to know.

In the end, under her repeated lobbying, I let go of my worries, married that money-making machine Huo Xingyu, and lived in a wealthy prison for ten years.

At the same time, Sister Luo's kindness is something she cannot deny.

Ning Xiangxiang's scenes are almost all vase roles. The three women and four women in idol dramas hardly need much acting skills, but they have to be used as background boards for the protagonists, and let the story go forward. Unless they get a box lunch in advance, they are all filming The cycle is long and the completion is slow.

Because Liu Si is unwilling to spend money, Ning Xiangxiang has no assistants. In the crew, Sister Luo, a manager, has to take care of the assistant's work. She did everything right.

"Xianxiang? Why don't you talk?" Sister Luo cut the peeled apple in half and handed it over.

Ning Xiangxiang took it over, only thinking in her heart that her kindness to him is not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that after she married Huo Xingyu in her previous life, Sister Luo took Liu Si's money and ran away.

It was only when Liu Siwu whimpered and complained to her that she knew that Sister Luo was short of money.

Adhering to the concept that an enemy's enemy is a friend, she slowly said, "I don't want to..."

Ning Xiangxiang lowered his head, looked at the half of the apple and said sadly, "Sister Luo, I have already entered the group and started filming. Is it going to cause trouble for the director by changing people temporarily and reshooting?"

She racked her brains for an excuse.

This time, she must not be led away by Liu Si again.

She worked hard to earn five years of money for Liu Si and her daughter to enjoy, and her mother's life was still in their hands.

How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?

"No, I read the script that you don't have many shots, and you can find a substitute for the rest." Sister Luo thoughtfully enlightened: "It's been a hundred days of pain."

"I am very short of money, and my salary cannot let the identity go."

"Your substitutes are all substitutes, 300 a day, do you still lack this money?"

"Lack..." Ning Xiangxiang was silent for a while, then continued: "You know what I'm missing."

"Okay, I'll discuss it with Mrs. Liu..." The smile on Sister Luo's face was a little stiff, she picked up her handbag and packed some things before going out the door: "I'll go back and deal with other things first, you have a good rest , Sometimes you don’t have to be so obsessed with work, maybe there will be noble people to help you when you turn your head? I see you, you are born to be rich and honored.”

"Sister Luo!" Ning Xiangxiang looked at her back: "I think, you must also be short of money, right?"

At this time, Sister Luo must have gotten along with Ning Huaiai and Liu Si, and what she said about being noble and wealthy was Huo Xingyu.

But this kind of wealth was locked up and tied up, making her breathless;

During those ten years, Ning Xiangxiang had acquaintance with countless wealthy wives, and the first lesson he learned was that other people's money belonged to others, and only what was firmly in his own hands belonged to him.

Just like Mrs. Huang, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, her husband cheated on her, and she cried and cried in front of her sisters. Just when everyone thought it was another "I forgive you", Mrs. Huang went to Xiaosan's house and knocked on Xiaosan's house together with Xiaosan. President Huang made a fortune.

Afterwards, Mrs. Huang uttered some wise words among the ladies;

"Do you think that marrying a wealthy family is a happy life? Shit! Only when you have money in your hands can you live a happy life."

"Those who rob me of my money are my enemies, and those who rob me of my enemy's money are all my friends."

Just before Ning Xiangxiang was knocked to death, she was still basking in the sun in Europe, and she could be called an independent lady in the new era.

Seeing Sister Luo stop, Ning Xiangxiang continued: "I must have made a lot of money these years, right? Liu Si is so stingy, how much can she share with you?"

"Xiangxiang, what do you want to say?"

"I want to get back what belongs to me, I want to save my mother..." She gritted her teeth and said, "Sister Luo, no matter how much you need, I will do my best to help you, as long as, as long as you are willing." help me."

Ning Xiangxiang no longer thought of any excuses, and she couldn't think of any other excuses either.

Apart from her, Ning Xiangxiang couldn't think of anyone who would be willing to give her a hand for any reason.

Sister Luo turned her head in amazement, and looked at Ning Xiangxiang who was half lying on the hospital bed.

The delicate and small face, pale complexion and thin body made her feel fragile.

It's no different than before.

Those deer-like eyes looked straight over.

But Ning Xiangxiang in the past absolutely did not dare to say such a thing, and it was absolutely impossible for her to say such a thing. She has always been the most obedient and the most manipulated beautiful doll.

... Rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry?

This sentence suddenly appeared in Sister Luo's mind. She looked at Ning Xiangxiang's eyes, and there was a kind of straightforwardness in those evasive and timid eyes in the past.

"What do you want me to do? You are still a child, how can I trust you?"

She smiled, and looked at Ning Xiangxiang calmly: "I will think about what happened today before I reply to you. I won't tell Mrs. Liu."

"Then I, then I'm going to the set now!" Ning Xiangxiang reached out to pull the charging cable on the bedside.

She knew that this matter must not be delayed, if it was too late, Ning Huaiai and Liu Si would directly reject the film with the director on behalf of her agency, then she would really have no room to speak.

"What's wrong with your leg?"

"Didn't Sister Luo come by car?" She held the charging cable and looked at it eagerly;

Sister Luo raised her eyebrows: "We are not in the same camp yet, I won't help you."

"I still have Aunt Chen!"

As he said that, Ning Xiangxiang opened WeChat and clicked into the dialog with the black profile picture.

"Is that so? But I clearly think that my sister meets my requirements. Wen Ran can't tell you a lie..."

Wen Ran maintained a sweet smile, stood beside her, looked at the painting she was looking at, and continued:

"Then what kind of painting does Miss Xiangxiang like? You may not know, she and I have a lot in common."

Huo Xingyu looked down at her.

The lights in the exhibition hall were shining brightly on Wen Ran's face. Her round face and drooping eyebrows gave her a pitiful sense of innocence.

It's very different from Ning Xiangxiang, Huo Xingyu commented in his heart.

Ning Xiangxiang is good.

How do you behave?

No matter how far or near Huo Xingyu was, she was always in place, at their home, obediently waiting for her to go back.

It's better to be good.

She was lost in thought, but her heart softened, and a smile appeared on her face.

Wen Ran looked at Huo Xingyu in front of her. The dim environment in the exhibition hall and the blazing lights around the exhibits separated her face into light and dark sides. She suddenly remembered the sculptures she referenced when she was learning painting many years ago.

The beauty of Huo Xingyu is undeniably gorgeous, especially,

Especially when her sharp eyes softened and she looked at him with a smile.

Wen Ran suddenly felt her face burn, she lowered her head and called softly, "Sister?"

Huo Xingyu was stunned, turned his gaze back to the exhibits, and said, "She can't read paintings."

Ning Xiangxiang really doesn't know how to paint, he can only distinguish between beautiful and not beautiful.

She lowered her eyes, thinking of those abstract paintings she took back in the past, and Ning Xiangxiang's ignorant eyes.

"Don't understand painting?" Wen Ran smiled as if he was relieved.

What kind of wife does Huo Xingyu need?

Family background, appearance, taste, and knowledge are all indispensable, and I have already surpassed that fourth- and fifth-tier starlet in these aspects.

She wanted to continue to say something, but when she turned around, she saw Huo Xingyu frowning and staring at the phone. She didn't know what she was looking at. Huo Xingyu silently looked at the red dot that jumped out.

The portrait on the opposite side of the n chat is a girl holding a Samoyed, her face is half buried on top of the dog's head, only showing a pair of smiling deer eyes.

——The message that popped up read——

[Are you free, can you pick me up? 】

Followed by a poor little pig expression pack sitting on the ground;

She replied subconsciously: [Where are you going? 】

A message popped up, Huo Xingyu held up his mobile phone and waited for the other party to reply, swiped the chat box up, and saw the sentence that the other party sent earlier;

【Especially the lead one, he's so handsome, a standard Korean drama male lead! ! 】

In an instant, her face darkened, and without waiting for a reply from the other party, Huo Xingyu quickly sent another message;

【No time. 】

Ning Xiangxiang watched Aunt Chen's brief rejection in WeChat, and fell silent.

The aunt Chen she met since she was a child was always smiling and kind. No matter what she said or what she wanted, Aunt Chen would always stand by her side and agree with all her ideas.

How come you are so cold and capable on the Internet? ?

What happened to make Aunt Chen feel so bad?

She sighed and typed;

[Ning Xiangxiang: You're busy, I'll just go by myself! 】

[Ning Xiangxiang: You can tell me if you are in a bad mood, don't always keep it alone in your heart, I love you the most! 】

Looking at the words on the screen, she felt that something was missing, so she sent a few more kiss and heart emoticons.

Sister Luo looked at the disappointed expression on her face and said with a smile, "What? Can't Aunt Chen come?"

"Aren't there many taxis outside the hospital?" Ning Xiangxiang gritted his teeth: "Push me down, and I will go to the set by myself."

"Okay..." Sister Luo nodded, agreeing quite a bit: "I'll arrange some more paparazzi to come over and fry your down-to-earth and hard-working bitter lover, Ning Xiangxiang, you really have become smarter."

Seeing her puzzled expression, Sister Luo raised her eyebrows and said, "Otherwise, you think, given that nine of your ten plays are bad movies, and seven of which are female fourth, how did you get so many endorsements?"

With a hype target, Sister Luo became alive and well. She packed Ning Xiangxiang's few pieces of luggage in one roll, and went out to buy a wheelchair while going through the formalities.

After tossing and tossing for an hour, when she was finally about to push Ning Xiangxiang out, Sister Luo stopped her pace again. She squatted down and held Ning Xiangxiang's face, looked left and right, and asked, "What did you eat just now?" ? Why is your face so rosy?"

"Uh, the chicken soup from Aunt Chen?"

Sister Luo rolled her eyes, took out the air cushion and eye shadow from her bag, and transformed Ning Xiangxiang's face into a pale and weak post-injury fragility. The wronged and weak.

Seeing Ning Xiangxiang's appearance, Sister Luo said with satisfaction: "The paparazzi is downstairs, you can go down later and be softer, don't open the car door and rush in like usual, understand? Weak. "

Ning Xiangxiang nodded, pressed down the wide brim of her hat, and Sister Luo pushed her out the door.

Everything went according to Sister Luo's expectation. As soon as they were discharged from the hospital, Ning Xiangxiang felt a camera not far away. As a female star, she could even sense where the paparazzi was and the frequency of the shutter.

Sister Luo pushed her to the front of the taxi, and just as she stretched out her hand to open the door, she heard another car parked next to the taxi honking its horn.

Sister Luo was stunned, and turned her head to look, a white Aston Martin Rapied was parked behind, thinking it was a taxi blocking her way, Sister Luo just wanted to speed up her movements, and gracefully stuffed Ning Xiangxiang into the car , I saw the window of the Rapided rolled down;

Huo Xingyu was sitting in the driver's seat, looking at Sister Luo coldly with thick bright eyes, and Ning Xiangxiang looked at Huo Xingyu who suddenly appeared, and was stunned.

She couldn't tell whether the sudden coldness was brought by Huo Xingyu's gaze like ice skates, or it was blown from the sports car.

I just feel that the paparazzi hiding in the grass behind them are raising their camera cannons to shoot at them.