Quick Wear: Crazy beauties always plot against me

During the filming, this episode didn't go very well, but it was passable. Xia Anan withstood the pressure and finished filming in one go, but fortunately, it passed.

The next scene is that Fu An handed the Peacock Token to Xie Rong.

Xie Rong said goodbye to Fu An gratefully.

Fu An looked at Xie Rong's leaving figure, covered his heart, and leaned against the side powerlessly, with blood streaming down the corners of his lips, his eyes were full of reluctance, and he said, "In the name of the 175 generation Patriarch of the Mohist family, I wish A Rong forever peace and happiness..."

A woman in a black robe came out from behind him, looking at his weak appearance, a trace of distress flashed in her eyes, "Why are you bothering?"

She picked up the pale and fragile man from the ground, and no one knew her grief and indignation: "Is it worth it for you to break into the pavilion and take the key and make a wedding dress for another man?"

"It's worth it, as long as it's what she wants, I'll give her whatever..." The corners of Fu An's lips curled up, his pale face was bloodless, only the love overflowing from those eyes was blown by the wind.

It burned A snake's eyes.

"Ah Snake, do you still remember what your husband said?"

Ah Snake said these six words a little stiffly: "The ink is unknown, there is no turning point."

Fu An laughed when she heard her talk: "So I follow my mother's surname Fu."

"I know I won't live to be 20 years old, it's destined by God." There was a bit of a sigh in his words.

Ah Snake's voice was a bit bitter: "You... heard..."

Fu An curled his lips and did not answer her.

"If I die, you will be free." He reached out and touched her cheek, and there was a gentle smile in those beautiful eyes: "Aren't you happy?"

It was the first time that Ah Snake didn't want to leave the Mo family so much. For the sake of this person in front of her, when she thought that he would die and disappear completely, her tears rolled down at some point.

It fell on Fu An's face, it was a little cold, Fu An reached out and touched the drop of water on his face, his eyes felt helpless, and his voice was very gentle: "Snake, you are crying."

"No."

Ah Snake endured so hard to keep herself from crying.

……

The people watching below were all attracted by Song Ci's acting skills, and unconsciously entered the play.

The thought of Fu An committing suicide in the city tower next time made his heart ache, and he couldn't breathe out of pain.

Chen Huanhuan watched most seriously from below, with tears all over his face.

"Wipe it."

A tissue was handed over, and Chen Huanhuan took it and thanked her.

The chubby girl sat by the side and looked at Song Ci's performance direction with some anticipation in her eyes.

That kind of brightness seemed a little dazzling, but it was fleeting, and it became dim again.

"They did a great job."

Chen Huanhuan agreed, feeling a little proud: "My male god has great acting skills! And he is super gentle!"

The chubby girl with bun face turned to look at Chen Huanhuan, "You like that boy very much."

"The male god is really super nice!" Chen Huanhuan's eyes were full of little stars, and his words were full of admiration for Song Ci.

"Hi, my name is He Tian."

He Tian smiled at Chen Huanhuan, stretched out his hand to him, Chen Huanhuan shook hands politely, and blinked at her, "My name is Chen Huanhuan, and He Tian, ​​you are so cute!"

"Have you?" He Tian was a little embarrassed to be praised by others for the first time.

"Of course." Chen Huanhuan suddenly thought of something and looked sad again.

"what happened to you?"

Chen Huanhuan's eyes were a little sad, and her eyes were very low. She moved her fingers, "I did something that I'm sorry to the male god."

Chen Huanhuan tightened her grip on the hem of her clothes.

He Tian could see that she was very sad, and wanted to comfort her: "Is it serious?"

"I don't know, but I think things are going badly..."

Chen Huanhuan looked at the group messages on her mobile phone. Although there were those little sisters who followed her to support Song Ci, they were too weak to stop those keyboard warriors on the Internet.

Chen Huanhuan was very afraid that letting this matter develop would ruin the popularity of the male god.

"The male god has just entered the entertainment industry, and I almost ruined his stardom. I don't know what to do now..."

He Tian patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, "Is your male god Song Ci? You can tell him about it, so that you can feel better, and maybe he has a solution to the problem himself."

"I'm going to tell him."

Chen Huanhuan continued: "Do you also know the male god?"

"Recently, it has occupied three trending searches. It's hard to know." He Tian smiled helplessly.

Chen Huanhuan's voice trembled unconsciously, and he raised his eyelashes to look at her, his eyes were full of seriousness: "Do you also think that the male god is such an unbearable person like everyone else?"

"I don't think so. I don't believe the rumors on the Internet." He Tian patted Chen Huanhuan's back with her fat hand.

"I know what you want to say. I don't know him well, and I don't know why he was maliciously attacked. But with just a photo, without knowing him personally or getting in touch with him, how can he have a reason to judge others?"

"Whether a person is good or bad, I think it is more intuitive to look at the person who contacts him. I can feel that you are very gentle, and the person you like must not be bad."

Chen Huanhuan was moved by the words of saying goodbye to He Tian, ​​tears flickered in her eyes: "Thank you, He Tian."

He Tian scratched her head and smiled a bit naturally, "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at comforting people. Usually, there are very few people who are willing to talk to me. You are the first person who is willing to sit down and chat with me. I am a little excited."

Chen Huan laughed: "We will be friends from now on, and I am willing to talk to you for as long as I want!"

He Tiantian nodded, feeling a little warm in his heart, even the tip of his nose was sour, and his eye sockets were already wet.