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Fu Shiwan laughed, but Lu Ya's heart felt numb. She watched Fu Shiwan's figure in the mirror gradually merge with the ghost in the play.

"If you want the position of heroine, I'll give it to you. If you want to be famous, I can give it to you too, but you've used the wrong method, so you shouldn't be sloppy." Fu Shiwan slowly approached her, showing a shallow smile. Smile, "You should beg me."

That smile was exactly the same as that of a ghost.

"Don't come here." Lu Ya broke down and pushed Fu Shiwan away, and rushed out in a stumbling manner.

The water was rushing, and Fu Shiwan stood in front of the pool, looking at the face in the mirror expressionlessly, familiar yet unfamiliar, she stretched out a hand to touch the mirror, and said quietly: "The pain you suffered, I I will ask for it back for you one by one."

Fu Shiwan finished her makeup and walked out of the bathroom.

The banquet hall was in a mess, and several waiters were cleaning up the mess quickly with bitter faces.

"Is that Lu Ya crazy? She was fine at the beginning, but suddenly she went crazy, knocked down the wine tower and overturned the table. If Director Li hadn't got someone to control him, I don't know what would happen trouble."

"I heard that I was too involved in the drama. I even asked a psychiatrist to see it on the night of the finale."

"I think she loses control of her emotions because the drama is not popular. I think it is true. If the heroine has such a low sense of existence, I can't stand it."

"Yeah, I also think she wants to be popular and crazy, so she may be hyping her up."

Several new actors in the play were whispering to each other and discussing the group enthusiastically. Fu Shiwan sat not far away drinking champagne, with a smile on his lips.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Li Chuan asked while holding a wine glass.

Fu Shiwan nodded slightly.

"Lu Ya's condition seems to be getting worse, but before, she was quite normal. What did you say to her in the bathroom?" Li Chuan suddenly turned his head to look at her.

"Director Li is also interested in topics between women?" Fu Shiwan laughed.

"Not interested." Li Chuan said, "I just don't want a murder to happen right under my nose."

Fu Shiwan was surprised, "Murder? As expected of Director Li, Director Li has a big brain. What do you mean I want to murder Lu Ya? Is it crushed by IQ?"

Li Chuan shook his head slightly.

He said: "You hate her, I don't know why, but I can see that Lu Ya's current situation is easy to gradually collapse due to psychological hints, and in the end she may go crazy or commit suicide. I don't know what you want ?”

Li Chuan looked directly into Fu Shiwan's eyes, and said seriously: "But I don't want to cause bad results because of my movie. Compared with Lu Ya, I think you need the counseling of a psychiatrist more."

Psychological counseling?Fu Shiwan seemed to have heard a big joke, and she couldn't help laughing out loud, "Director Li, you're overthinking."

I don't want to murder her, I just want to make her fear, suffer, and get what she wants. Death is really too simple, Fu Shiwan thought silently in his heart.

"I hope so." Li Chuan said.

When the banquet ended, it was already around eleven o'clock in the evening, and there was a heavy rain outside. Fu Shiwan stood at the door and waited for the driver to come.

She was slightly drunk, and two red clouds crept up on both sides of her cheeks, which was really lovely.

A Bentley stopped in front of her, the windows were lowered, and a middle-aged man was sitting in the car, wearing sunglasses. Behind the sunglasses was a face that often appeared on the covers of financial magazines.

"Miss Fu, can I have the honor to send you home?"