Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

When Sang Jiuqing heard this, he stopped at least, wrapped the man in the quilt, and looked back at Song Ci with playful eyes.

"It's up to you next time, wake up early tomorrow, don't let this guy catch you."

Song Ci nodded, and waited for Sang Jiuqing to leave before closing the door. Looking at the man on the bed, his eyes deepened, and his fingertips stretched out to the buttons of his clothes, one, two...until they were all unbuttoned.

Clothes fell on the floor, she slowly lifted the quilt, and nestled herself into the man's arms, enduring the repulsion in her heart, she thought she would not care, but she did not expect that at this time, she found out I feel a little repelled in my heart.

He took out the other party's mobile phone, saw that there was a password, paused his hand, and seduced the other party's ear.

"Master Zhu, what's your mobile phone password?"

"Master Zhu..."

Song Ci yelled a few times, and said in a low voice to Convenience: "643521."

Song Ci raised her eyebrows, and slowly entered these numbers, the phone was unlocked immediately, she nestled into the other party's arms, made an intimate look, closed her eyes, took a photo with the other party's mobile phone, and then carefully Carefully picked out a flawless one.

When I found the Weibo software on his phone, there was no need to log in, it opened Zhu Yang's own Weibo.

Song Ci used Zhu Yang's Weibo to edit two words - good night.

And attached this bed photo and sent it out.

Zhu Yang is a popular fried chicken, needless to say the number of fans, and it is also quite topical on Weibo, and it is such an explicit photo, which immediately exploded on the Internet.

"This is... a bed photo? After rubbing my eyes three times, I found out that it's true."

"Who is this woman? She doesn't seem to be an insider."

"It's the first time I've seen this kind of publicity."

Discussions started immediately on the Internet. Although Zhu Yang usually flirts, it is nothing more than gossip to netizens, and there is no real hammer, but now this bed photo was posted by someone himself.

Everyone started a discussion about the identity of Song Ci in a short while, but the discussion went on and on, but there was no result.

Of course Zhu Yang didn't know that the world was turned upside down when he woke up, he looked at the bed in a daze, thinking about the wine he drank with Sang Jiuqing last night, and didn't know what happened afterwards.

Having a headache, he took out his phone and looked, only to find that his assistant Li Feng had made more than forty missed calls. He frowned, and turned back when he pressed his thumb.

"what happened?"

"Brother Yang, I still want to ask you, what's going on, why are those photos posted on the Internet, and who is that woman?"

Zhu Yang frowned even more, what kind of photo, what is this person talking about.

"Look at the Internet, it's all upside down."

Zhu Yang hung up the phone and opened Weibo, only to find that the topic of "Zhu Yang's Mysterious Girlfriend" was the most popular topic, and it became petrified as soon as he entered it.

How could there be such a photo, and who was that woman? After discovering what was posted on her Weibo, she frowned even more. Now it was too late to delete it, and various screenshots had already been flying all over the Internet.

Didn't he drink with Sang Jiuqing last night? How could he sleep with other women?
Zhu Yang gritted his teeth, and called Sang Jiuqing in one phone call. Before he could ask the question, he was completely softened by the other party's lazy tone.

"Master Zhu, you dragged that woman away last night. I thought she was your new love."

Well, it turned out that he was the one who dumped Sang Jiuqing last night. In this way, he couldn't say anything more. As for the Internet, let them make trouble, anyway, it will stop after a while.

Zhu Yang didn't go out to clarify, and even deleted Weibo, which made netizens even more curious, and a new round of speculation about Song Ci's identity started on the Internet.

But it didn't take long before Song Ci's identity seemed to have some signs.

I actually saw her figure in Dynasty's audition. She turned out to be a newcomer in the entertainment industry. Because of her relationship with Zhu Yang, Song Ci has been receiving attention since she just participated in the audition, and because of her good looks, Zhu Yang Fans of her did not object, but instead canvassed for her online.

Zhu Yang didn't know what to say about this matter. Could it be that the two of us are okay, but the bed photos have been posted, so how could it be okay, so he can only shut his mouth aggrieved.

And Song Ci, relying on his enthusiasm and good performance, got a pass all the way.

Sang Jiuqing watched the video of Song Ci on the Internet, and answered the reporter's questions unhurriedly. She didn't admit her relationship with Zhu Yang, and of course she didn't need to deny it. .

"Tsk, this woman's debut method is more ruthless than yours."

An Hong's body seemed to be getting fatter again, and the fat on her face kept shaking when she spoke.

"Sister An, you have to lose weight."

An Hong gave the hand holding the snack a meal.

"I lost a lot of fat. If I lose weight and look ugly, I have no excuse to comfort myself."

After all, when you are fat, you can tell yourself that you are ugly because you are fat, and if you are thin and ugly, then you are really ugly, and then it will be heartbreaking again.

""Deep Palace" has already finished, and your legs are almost healed. Shouldn't it be time to find a new script?"

Sang Jiuqing has gained a certain reputation now, and every time she will take the initiative to hand over the scripts, but she doesn't like them. She only has one requirement for filming. The role she plays must be liked by herself, otherwise she will never accept the film. .

"It's not urgent."

Sang Jiuqing took out a cigarette, smoked lightly with lowered brows and eyes, her wrist rested casually on the sofa, and the tails of her eyes were slightly raised.

Once Sang Qi's Sangyun International collapsed, she took the position of actress, left the imperial capital, and never came back. At that time, she should have enough money to support her little boy.

Sang Jiuqing had plans of his own long ago, but there was no such person as Boluo City in these plans. If he found out, he would probably tear this woman up and eat her right away.

Since Zhu Jun saw Sang Jiuqing last time, his heart has been itching unbearably. He was really unwilling to eat such a beauty, and seeing that his son didn't succeed, his eyes became even hotter.

Sang Qi's daughter, heh, let's start with Sang Qi.

Sang Qi's hair has turned gray recently, and his property has been frozen before it can be transferred. He will not be able to go abroad. This son has been very thoughtful since he was a child, and he will definitely not give him so much money.

Shen Shaoqiu was brought back by Sang Mo. The original Sang family had already become an empty shell. Sang Mo had been living in his own villa, and rarely went back after moving out.

Sang Qi felt that he was really aggrieved now, he had to rely on his son to support him, and he had to hide with his son. The once glorious days would be gone, how could he bear it.

In the evening, I received a call from an old friend. Those people who were in the officialdom together chose to be wise and protect themselves when he was down. It is really ironic. When he was the deputy mayor, these people followed him every day The back of his ass is spinning all the time.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Jun would take the initiative to call, saying that it had been a long time since they had seen each other, and that they would go out to get together.

This Zhu Jun was like a grandson in front of him back then, but now he speaks confidently.

Sang Qi snorted disdainfully, and was about to hang up the phone when the other party spoke again.

"Deputy Mayor Sang, these days must be very difficult. I fell from the clouds to the valley. I want to give you a chance today. Although you can't go back to the position of deputy mayor, come and be my subordinate." Minister or something, no problem at all."

Zhu Jun is good at seduction, but he doesn't believe that Sang Qi won't take the bait.

Sure enough, Sang Qi paused when he hung up the phone, his eyes were deep, and he said in a low voice: "Where do we meet?"

"Nine o'clock, come to my house, you know the address, we used to play mahjong together."

Zhu Jun's voice was a little smug, and he was not in a hurry after hanging up the phone. Thinking of Sang Jiuqing, the beauty in the world, he felt his whole body burn badly.

When he looked up, he saw Wen Yan walking down the stairs. He and Sang Qi got together because they had common hobbies and took care of all kinds of mistresses in different ways.

As soon as Wen Yan sat down, he was pulled into his arms by the other party.

Zhu Jun was already a little old, his skin was very loose, there was no difference between sitting on him and sitting on a pile of flesh.

Wen Yan resisted the urge to push him away, with a flattering smile on his face.

"I wish the director a very happy day. Did something happen?"

Zhu Jun's hands touched Wen Yan's body everywhere, and he felt a little dry mouth when he touched it. As soon as he imagined Sang Jiuqing's graceful body in his mind, he couldn't hold back anymore. Wen Yan's skirt was lifted up.

"Where is there any happy thing, but meeting an old friend."

Wen Yan felt his movements without struggling. Anyway, she was used to it. After every time, she would get a card with a considerable amount in it, enough for her to buy various luxury goods.

Zhu Jun is indeed old and can't hold on for long, so she can only rely on props, often making gentle words, embarrassment and depression, but for money, to have money to support the scene, she endured it.

After Zhu Jun was satisfied, he saw that it was almost nine o'clock, and looked at Wen Yan with a smile.

"Baby, let's play later, there are guests coming, you go up first."

Wen Yan nodded, and when she got upstairs, she felt disgusting as hell. Sang Mo hid her in the snow, and now no script will be in her hands. It seems that she has to find a way out by herself.

While taking a bath, he looked at himself in the mirror. There were deep and shallow bite marks, which were from bites, not kisses. When he thought that these were all because of Sang Jiuqing, he felt that he wanted to kill that bitch!

But killing her is far from enough, what she wants is her ruin!

Wen Yan slowly clenched her fists. Her misfortune was all caused by Sang Jiuqing, so she won't let her go. There is always a chance to deal with that bitch!

The warm water dripped on her body, resentment was revealed in her eyes, and she forbeared, but thinking of the card given by Zhu Jun in the drawer, at least she calmed down a little.