After breaking up, he panicked

Zhang Shuyi pinched the fingers of the book, turned to look at the man who was very close to him, and said in a low voice: "People are always different in the world, you think heroism is ridiculous, I think your behavior of mocking heroism is even more funny .”

.......

The air froze instantly, but Zhang Shuyi didn't care, he continued to read the book with his head down.

It was not until two hours later that he put down the notebook in his hand and entered the bedroom, intending to change his clothes before going out.

He knew that Li Jingchi was leaning against the door, and it was difficult for people to ignore his tall figure.

Zhang Shuyi raised his fingers at the corner of his clothes and paused, then continued to act as if nothing had happened.

Li Jingchi walked slowly, but his legs were too long, and he walked behind Zhang Shuyi in a few steps.

"do not be angry."

Li Jingchi's voice sounded casual.

Zhang Shuyi turned his head slightly in surprise. The man's expression was not as casual as his tone, but a little tense. His eyes were fixed on Zhang Shuyi, as if he was really afraid that he would get angry.

Zhang Shuyi's long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his eyes, avoiding Li Jingchi's sight.

"I'm not angry."

After Zhang Shuyi said this, he changed his clothes and planned to go out.

"why?"

Li Jingchi was like a clingy big dog, he followed behind and asked, "You were always angry with me because of these things before."

Zhang Shuyi was wearing a simple t-shirt, a pair of washed jeans, and a pair of simple sneakers. He looked youthful and handsome.

"Because it's unnecessary."

Leaving this sentence, the door opened and closed.

Only Li Jingchi was left alone in the suddenly quiet room, and a needle could be heard.

. . . . . .

"What are you looking at?" Li Jingchi came out of the bathroom, simply wrapped around a towel, and the water droplets on the short hair stubble flowed down the sharp neck line.

Hearing this, Zhang Shuyi raised his head. It was a simple glance at first, but now he couldn't move it away. He stared at Li Jingchi as he walked in step by step.

He handed over the notebook in his hand and said, "A general who died fighting for his country."

"Not the protagonist?" Li Jingchi raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"No." Zhang Shuyi took the veil, knelt behind the man and wiped the man's stubble.

"Ridiculous heroism." Li Jingchi turned two pages and threw the notebook aside impatiently.

"You are not allowed to say that!" Zhang Shuyi's voice sounded a bit serious.

The man who was enjoying the service with his eyes closed opened his eyes in surprise, and turned his head slightly to look at Zhang Shuyi who had stopped his movements.

Sure enough, those usually warm eyes were full of seriousness at the moment.

"doing what?"

Li Jingchi raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone was indifferent.

Zhang Shuyi seemed to be even more angry because of his attitude, and said in a slightly questioning tone: "Why do you want to dictate my work?"

"Pointing fingers?" Li Jingchi, as an extremely young CEO, has always said that the person below a sentence will carry it out. Even in a romantic relationship, Zhang Shuyi is the more tolerant one.

This was the first time that Zhang Shuyi spoke coldly to him because of a character, and even accused him of pointing fingers.

Immediately, Li Jingchi became unhappy, and the two turned from a sweet atmosphere to a confrontation in an instant.

"A fictional character in a notebook, why do you have to be so indifferent to me?" Li Jingchi asked with a sneer.

"This fictional character is what I will interpret, and the interpretation comes from life. There are indeed many heroes who sacrificed themselves for righteousness." Zhang Shuyi said without flinching.

Li Jingchi's tone was always cold and hard, and now he poked at Zhang Shuyi's heart like ice: "So, Zhang Shuyi, are you amazing?"

That night, Zhang Shuyi left the house directly and returned to the house he hadn't lived in for a long time.

That was the first time the two quarreled.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Shuyi looked at the buildings in Kyoto that were much more prosperous than three years ago, and thought to herself, it was because I loved you and thought you were a very important person, that's why I cared so much about your evaluation of my career.

Thinking about it now, it's simply sensitive and fragile.

He even went back to his room with an aggrieved face, even when he was sleeping, he was thinking about how Li Jingchi would come to apologize and how high his shelf should be placed.

How ridiculous.

Compared with the palace-like house of the Li family, the Zhang family's villa is much more low-key and simple.

The houses in the suburbs are also spacious. The small yard in front of the house is divided into a small module with a fence, which is full of various seasonal vegetables.

Zhang Shuyi's originally heavy heart immediately relaxed a lot. He got out of the car and trotted in the door.

In the room, I saw my father reading the newspaper in his hand with rimless gold-rimmed glasses, and my mother sitting beside Camellia.

It was old man Zhang who didn't see anyone, but the old man's spirited voice came from the kitchen.

"Oh, go away quickly, I want to fry small yellow croakers for my good grandson, don't get in the way here."

Then came the nanny's voice: "Old man, it's the same if I blow it up. It's also very good that you are directing by the side."

“…”

"Hurry up and go away. My dear grandson said that he wants to eat my own frying. What's the matter with you frying it? Let's go."

The nanny wearing an apron was kicked out, and she immediately saw Zhang Shuyi standing at the door.

"Yo, the young master is back."

The couple who were sitting in the living room also turned their heads.

Leng Yuyan recently led a tour group across the country. During this period of time, she just took a break. First, she spent her first honeymoon this year with her husband Zhang Shuhua as usual. It was only in the last two days that she came to the old man to show her filial piety.

Apart from achievements, her dancing career has brought her a graceful figure everywhere.

"Son, you've been working hard lately." Leng Yuyan walked like a fairy, and passed the words in her hand to her son with a fairy air.

Zhang Shuhua also stood up, gave his son a moderate hug, and patted his back, before saying, "I wanted to call you tomorrow, but your grandpa said that today you are going to eat small yellow croakers. It made me drive to the market to choose fish for you before I finished the meeting."

Zhang Shuyi made a proud face, and said to the old man who ran out with a shovel, "That's not true, I'm our old man's grandson."

The family was in harmony, Zhang Shuyi dressed in colorful clothes to entertain relatives, and happily ate a family reunion meal.

Although the three parents in the family didn't say anything, it didn't mean they didn't know Zhang Shuyi's grievances. When he entered the door, his mother hugged him and said, "Thank you." Zhang Shuyi knew that his parents and grandpa must all know about it.

But the three of them didn't say a word to Li Jingchi, they just talked about how to solve this matter.

After the meal, several people moved to the sun room upstairs, and the four sat on a sofa each, soaking up the sunshine.

Of course, only Zhang Shuhua and Mr. Zhang are in the sun, Leng Yuyan will never expose her fair skin to the eyes for a long time.

And Zhang Shuyi is also for the needs of the role. Recently, he has been paying special attention to protecting his skin color.

Zhang Shuhua took a sip of tea, turning a blind eye to the two mother and son's behavior of avoiding the sun.

"Planning to go through the legal process?" Zhang Shuhua was an extremely outstanding old lawyer, and he never dragged his mouth when he spoke.

"Yes." Zhang Shuyi also took a sip of light tea and said.

"It's good to follow the legal procedure. You won't be wronged, and you won't wrong others." Mr. Zhang has the traditional thinking of the old era in his bones.

Having been a literary artist all his life, he doesn't even bother to quarrel on the Internet, and as far as he knows, those who scold him and his good grandson online are mostly young, and most of them are young and inexperienced students.

"Nowadays, people can do anything because they can't see their true faces on the Internet." Leng Yuyan sighed.

"Lack of basic upbringing." Zhang Shuhua said coldly.

"I haven't returned to the entertainment circle for a few years, and the previous few years were too smooth. This time, I have paid back everything." Zhang Shuyi sighed.

Zhang Shuhua and Leng Yuyan looked at each other, both slightly hesitant.

But Master Zhang shook his head and gave the couple a warning look.

Zhang Shuyi looked ignorant, and was still holding the small biscuits that the nanny specially baked for him on the plate, eating bit by bit.

The sun gradually slanted to the west, dyeing the sun room light yellow, just like an oil painting.

Sitting in the office, Li Jingchi watched the dance artist Leng Yuyan on her mobile phone being dragged off stage by a group of college students by her hair at the curtain call of a performance, and was then doused with swill that had been prepared long ago.

There was chaos in the video.

Those college students were also turned over to the police station.

In the video, it can be clearly seen that even though the college students saw the police, they were not afraid, and even yelled at them.

"The son of a bitch raised by a bitch!"

"Why don't you die? Take your son's injustice and die!!"

"To be a dancer, the whole family should commit suicide and atone for their sins. To be a dancer, stop showing off your coquettishness everywhere!"

Deng Meng sat on the chair opposite the desk, with a serious expression: "Fortunately, I saw it first, and no one posted it on the Internet, or the meaning of this book will go crazy, right?"

It's really disgusting that things have come to this point.

Even if he had known Hong Wei a long time ago, and even had a good relationship, it was hard to speak at this moment.

Everyone is a veteran in the mall, and Deng Meng in the entertainment industry has also figured it out. He doesn't believe that there is no Hong Wei's handwriting here.

There can be means to compete for resources and men, and even Deng Meng himself is not a good person, but the means are also divided into high and low.

This way of involving other people's parents and giving countless shame and insults in public is simply unbearable.

"This Hong Wei was not like this before."

Deng Meng said with emotion that when he got along with Hongwei before, he didn't say it was very comfortable, but at least he looked like a normal person. It's not like he is going crazy on the Internet now, and he privately directs his fans to tear up Forced to beat people.

Hearing this, Li Jingchi twitched the corner of his mouth indifferently.

"is it?"

The author has something to say:

That is to say, I was working hard in the early morning.