Has the scumbag actor confessed?

Since the last message, there has been no news from Zhong Minhua for more than two weeks.

After so many years, Zhong Yi has long since ceased to have hope in him. She is used to living without a father and mother, and she doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

Occasionally, at the moment when the street lights are turned on, or amidst the deafening sound of firecrackers all over the city, the frozen inner shell will show signs of cracking.

But that is really a small emotion that appears very occasionally, like a small deviation within the set range of a machine that is running stably, and it is harmless.

But the machine didn't get a chance to think for long.

On Wednesday afternoon, just as Zhong Yi was walking on campus with his group members to watch a basketball game, his cell phone rang.

It was the WW who disappeared for three days.

Zhong Yi paused, then walked to the side of the road and picked up the phone.

"Come and have dinner with me tonight, you said you'll be free today." Shen Xifeng should be outside, and there was some noise in the background.

Zhong Yi frowned and asked, "When did I say I would be free today? I just said that I wouldn't be free until Wednesday."

"I didn't have time before, so I'm free today. It doesn't matter, if you agree, I'll come and arrest you myself. I don't know if the glasses girl next to you recognizes me, do you need to sign her?" Shen Xifeng His tone sounded surprisingly confident.

Zhong Yi raised his head and looked around: "Are you at B University?"

"Yeah! Do you want to be on the trending search with me again?"

I don't want to, I don't want to in this life.

Zhong Yi raised his forehead and gave up: "...Where are you, I will find you."

The time for the master is running out, it's time for the dog trainer to play!

"...You are not familiar with the Jing family, so you must have heard of the 'Ruohe' Group, right? It is their family business. Mr. Jing is kind to me, and Grandma Jing is half a taro, so every time When I come to Beijing, I try to spare time to meet his elder brother."

Although he caught Zhong Yi by coaxing and deceiving, Shen Xifeng was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he hurriedly explained to him the reason for going to Jing's family banquet tonight as soon as he got in the car.

Zhong Yi listened silently for a while, then asked: "Then you can go by yourself, why do you let me go too?"

"Didn't you save Jing Mingchu? Their kind of people would not owe others favors. I have to thank you very much. In addition, Mr. Jing is the honorary principal of your school, a three-star general. If you cough, there will be a storm in Beijing. There's no harm in showing your face." Shen Xifeng said.

Zhong Yi didn't answer any more, and frowned with a serious face.

Shen Xifeng saw that he was still wearing his coat in the heated car, so he stretched out his hand and pulled it, "A new one? I still have a coat at my place, so I don't know how to ask for it."

Zhong Yi refused to answer, moved his arms, and wrapped his clothes tighter.

Shen Xifeng was a little puzzled when he saw it. The heater in the car was 25 degrees. Wouldn't it be hot for him to wear such a thick coat?

"Do you have a fever again?"

Regardless of the other party's resistance, he forcibly reached out and touched Tan Zhongyi's forehead, "You are sweating from the heat, why don't you take off your coat?"

Zhong Yi glared at him angrily, reluctantly unzipped the zipper slowly, and took off the jacket.

puff--

Shen Xifeng smiled, no matter from which angle he looked at it, he looked photogenic.

He said: "It's pretty good-looking, really, no one can wear it better than you."

No wonder Zhong Yi refused to take off his clothes, he put on a short-sleeved cultural shirt over his close-fitting long T!

The four bright red characters "I love B University" on the front, and the mascot evolved from the B University badge on the back, holding a torch and smiling happily, and there is a long string of words underneath, either the school motto or the school song.

Shen Xifeng's common favorite is a young boy with a western style who can wear a school uniform with a trendy style, and change into a private clothes to become an aristocrat immediately.

Now wrapped in this "couture" T-shirt that is at least two sizes too small, with a red cloud on the cheek that I don't know whether it is hot or embarrassing, how cute it looks, it makes people laugh.

"In the evening, there was a breakup meal, so they were required to dress uniformly and take a group photo after the meal."

Zhong Yi hurriedly explained something, and pulled the hem of the T-shirt to take it off.

The clothes were really small, and when Zhong Yi exerted some strength, the tightly packed long sleeves inside rolled up, revealing a large flat waist.

The brightness in the carriage is limited, and Shen Xifeng can only see the outline of the waist and abdomen—the back waist extends from top to bottom, extending under the jeans in a very beautiful arc, which looks flexible and powerful, which is indeed a rare good figure.

Shen Xifeng swallowed suddenly, suppressing the tension that came from nowhere.

Zhong Yi was stumped by the two rolled up clothes, she raised her hands and shook her hands, asking for help in a muffled voice: "Take it off, I can't take it off..."

Only then did Shen Xifeng hurried over and carefully peeled off the one inside.

In a panic, he brushed Zhong Yi's waist and abdomen with his hands, feeling the firm muscles under the smooth skin, adding a little more tension.

The cultural shirt finally came off.

Zhong Yi tossed her hair, exhaled, squinted and thanked in a low voice.

Shen Xifeng pulled out a stiff smile, turned his head and didn't dare to look at him again.

Damn, if this is a woman, don't sue him for molestation!

Shen Xifeng, who has been single for 18 years by his ability, is a little confused about what happened in the past few days.

He can only rejoice over and over again, fortunately Zhong Yi is a man!

Fortunately, I like the size!

Fortunately, I met Zhong Yi...

so far so good.

The two sat in silence for a long time, and Zhong Yi seemed to inadvertently raised the topic: "The school wants us to decide on a major. There are too many choices and we don't know how to start. Why do you want to learn acting? Don't fool the director. Take it out and say it."

Shen Xifeng was a little flattered, "You, you ask me? I can only learn acting, and I can't pass the exam at the conservatory of music. If I don't transform into an actor, what will I do in the future?"

He chewed his favorite words carefully, and realized that his real intention was not to care about him as a scumbag.

Shen Xifeng deliberated for a long time before he spoke again: "However, for a top student like you, you should choose a major that you really like. Your future will definitely be smooth sailing, and you will have no worries about food and clothing. If you do what you like every day, That's the perfect life."

Favorite major, perfect life?

Zhong Yi lowered her eyelids and said nothing more.

Shen Xifeng suddenly remembered Zhong Yi's family situation, and his heart felt sour. No wonder he came to ask himself, there is no one to discuss such a big matter.

He turned his head and saw Zhong Yi huddled in the dark of the car with his arms folded, his body in a natural defensive posture.

Zhong Yi may not even realize it, but he likes to hide himself very much.

He seldom speaks first, always takes a corner position, and behaves quietly and concisely. He is the kind of person who will avoid the spotlight when he is on stage.

How could such an outstanding person have such a character?

Shen Xifeng didn't want to delve into it, but only felt distressed. Such a good Zhongyi should be able to shine even in the dark!

The Jing family's old house was in a compound of a certain military region. It was a three-story gray building, unremarkable from a distance.

Jing Mingchu was waiting for the two of them at the gate of the compound, and he told them in a rambling manner: "You have to applaud everyone when you see them. The old people in the family are the old-fashioned patriarchal style, and they like sweet-talking ones. Whoever, just talk to you, listen Hurry up!"

Zhong Yi turned his head expressionlessly, stared at Jing Mingchu indifferently, staring at him until his heart trembled, and looked at Shen Xifeng as if asking for help.

"My name is Zhong Yi."

Shen Xifeng looked coldly at the usually majestic young master, who was repeatedly defeated by Zhong Yi's aura, and he felt refreshed for a while, before walking to Jing's house with one in his arms.

"In a few months, we'll be brothers from the same city. When I turn eighteen, I'll treat you to a good drink!" Shen Xifeng said.

Before entering the door, Shen Xifeng still worriedly pressed against Zhong Yi's ear and said: "Grandma is still young, so I don't like to hear people say that she has a strong body."

Fu Mian had been waiting at the door early, and when she saw Shen Xifeng coming, she immediately beamed with joy: "Grandma has been down several times in the afternoon, I'm afraid you won't be in time for dinner."

Shen Xifeng entered the door with Zhong Yi in his arms, and replied with a smile: "How come, I have to be there on time for the dumplings, today are fennel stuffing?"

"Is Xiao Yu here?" The old lady's trembling voice came from the second floor, followed by the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor, Shen Xifeng hurriedly responded, and walked straight to the second floor.

Fu Mian took the coats of the three of them, and pointed to the chair in the living room for Zhong Yi, "Grandma will be down soon, you go and wait first, I'll pour you a glass of water."

Zhong Yi had a good impression of this kind girl, thanking her while looking up at the general's house.

There are not many furnishings in the house, and the furniture is also vintage. It is no different from the families in military movies on TV. It is simple, tough, and clean.

Before Zhong Yi's butt was hot, he heard Shen Xifeng and Grandma Shen walking down from the second floor with a smile.

Jing Mingchu was sitting opposite Zhong Yi drinking water, when he heard the sound, he quickly winked at Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi stood up and turned her head away.

"Grandma, my name is Zhong Yi. I'm Shen Yu's classmate. I'm here to eat with him today. Excuse me."

Zhong Yi smiled and showed his top four white teeth, and bowed slightly after speaking.

Don't say that Jing Ming's jaw dropped in shock at first, and even Shen Xifeng was stunned.

Zhong Yi's aura is cold and often a little alienated.When she is happiest, she only bends the corners of her lips, and even smiling gives people a sense of intelligence and restraint.

However, that smile just now was as bright as a hundred flowers blooming, it was so beautiful that it was a bit dazzling.

"Oh, it's Xiaoyu's classmate! Another handsome kid, so good! Sit, sit!"

Grandma Jing smiled from ear to ear, pointed at Jing Mingchu, and asked, "Is this child the one who saved Xiaochu?"

"It's him. He is the monitor of our class. He was escorted to University B and came to visit the campus. Fortunately, he was there that day."

Shen Xifeng supported Grandma Jing and introduced, his tone full of pride.

"Well, it's not bad, he's a good boy. Come on, call your grandpa and dad out for dinner, and all the guests are here." Grandma Jing said.

At the beginning of Jing Ming led Yi Zhi to go upstairs, Shen Xifeng helped Grandma Jing sit next to Zhong Yi, and the two accompanied the old man to chat about homework.

Grandma Jing's silver hair was meticulously groomed, she was talkative and loved to laugh, and in a few minutes she asked about Zhong Yi's wealth and background.

After learning that he was young and had no parents by his side, Grandma Jing suddenly felt pity, and clapped Zhong Yi's hand again and again, "Don't be afraid of the child, I will ask the old man to find you a good dormitory. There are still privileges! In the future, I will often come to the house to play, and grandma will make dumplings for you!"

Here they are chatting cheerfully, while over there Mr. Jing and Jingyan have gone downstairs.

The three-star general's demeanor is indeed unusual. He is still vigorous at the age of nearly eighty, and he is still dressed in military uniform at home. When looking at people, his eyes are like hooks.

In contrast, Jing Yan, the CEO of "Ruohe" Group, seems much more approachable.

His slender face does not reveal his age, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses further accentuates his elegance and refinement.

"Do you like it?"

Before he got close, Jingyan stretched out his hand: "Thank you for saving me that day. The Jing family will remember this kindness."

"Where, it's just a matter of raising one's hands, Uncle Jing's words are serious."

Zhong Yi was not used to such etiquette, and his body was a little stiff.

Fortunately, Shen Xifeng walked over immediately, started talking with Jingyan, and relieved him.

Grandma Jing urged everyone to start dinner, and a whole room of people sat around the big round table and began to serve dumplings on the floor.

I like an authentic southerner, and I have never been a guest at a northerner's house.

Unexpectedly, the Jing family eats dumplings, they really eat dumplings, except for a bowl of dumpling soup, they don't even have vegetables.

He ate a few, but he didn't like the taste of fennel, and he was too embarrassed to put down his chopsticks, so he took one and chewed slowly.

Old Master Jing didn't talk much, he nodded after asking Zhong Yi a few words, pointed at Jing Mingchu and said, "From now on, learn more from others, don't fool around all day long, at least you are worthy of your reputation as a university."

Jing Mingchu had a shy face outside, but at home he pretended to be more obedient than anyone else, sitting upright, smiling properly, with the words "filial sons and worthy grandchildren" engraved on his forehead.

After the meal, Shen Xifeng was called away by Jingyan for a while, and when he came back, he made Grandma Jing laugh as usual, and actually sang a new song to them with the guitar that Fumian brought.

Granny Jing was fascinated by what she heard, and waved a fluorescent stick she got somewhere, calling Shen Xifeng.

Grandma Jing's slightly flushed cheeks were full of the expression of a little girl, and Zhong Yi wanted to laugh when she saw it.

Shen Yu is really a killer of women of all ages, from an 80-year-old grandmother to a three-year-old girl, they can take it all!

What kind of girl would be worthy of such a national idol?

The question that suddenly popped up in his mind made Zhong Yi's heart sink for no reason.

Immediately, he skipped the question coldly, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

A scumbag is not worthy of a relationship.