My Blind Actor [Entertainment]

Jiang Zhaochen's life was not as easy as He Lingsheng's. He Lingsheng really couldn't take any extra notices, but Jiang Zhaochen still had to be beaten by his manager in the gaps of these few days.

Jiang Zhaochen, who was so busy that his feet barely touched the ground, just entered the parking lot at night, when his phone ding-dong, and the screen was turned on with a message from WeChat.

Yu Jianqing: Brother Zhaochen, do you have time tonight?

Jiang Zhaochen leaned back, wondering what Yu Jianqing wanted to do.

"What's up"

Yu Jianqing replied in seconds: "I have something I want you to see."

Jiang Zhaochen was a little puzzled: "What?"

But this time, Yu Jianqing didn't reply in seconds, and sent a park address after almost half a minute.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Zhaochen was inexplicably nervous, not knowing what she wanted to do.

Jiang Zhaochen could tell that Yu Jianqing had a crush on him, but many of this girl's thoughts were too deep, making it difficult to control.It is often difficult for a woman who is too smart to be liked by a man, let alone this kind of woman who pretends to be innocent but is deeper than a well.

Yu Jianqing was able to win the title of "Popular Little Goddess" in the last issue of "Yuzhen" based on audience votes alone when she was competing with a queen-level goddess, which was enough to make Jiang Zhaochen wary of her—after all, he also I haven't participated in many variety shows, so I don't know what the tricks are.

Yu Jianqing replied briefly: "U disk"

Jiang Zhaochen's face darkened. Although he didn't know what Yu Jianqing got, □□[-]% of them were videos, which could be fatal.

He quickly recalled the people he had dealt with recently and had personal acquaintances, and there was only one person who could get close to him in the circle——Wei Xianxiao, the young master of Mr. Wei's family, Wei Yuxiao.

Jiang Zhaochen felt headaches when he thought of this name.

It couldn't be that the oolong was photographed that day... right?

Jiang Zhaochen slapped his forehead with a "baji".

"Bad luck, bad luck... Driver, go to Xishan Wuhu Road Park..."

On the exhausting first night of the trip to Hangzhou, the news that broke out under the undercurrent was not about Jiang Zhaochen.

At one o'clock in the morning, Yuan Xiaojing's office phone rang like a frying pan poured in from all directions, and the "clicks" and urging sounds of answering and hanging up the phone all around made her drink three mouthfuls of water.

The phone number of the public relations department is like the hotline of China Mobile, and the phone line can be used as a heating wire to warm hands.

Yuan Xiaojing buried herself on the messy desk and calmed down for a second or two, before sweeping all the paper documents and folders on the desk to the ground with a "crash".

The young people working overtime with dark circles in the cubicle suddenly fell silent, and the only thing left in the huge office room was the ringing of the phone.

Yuan Xiaojing stepped on her high-heeled shoes and walked quickly to the corner with a "cluck-cluck-clack"—stretching out her hand to unplug the phone line.

"Don't pick up! Don't explain, don't respond, from now on, get the hell out of here and go to bed! There is no need to deal with this matter again—Xiao Wang, draw up a contract for me to terminate the contract tomorrow. That's it... !"

There was the rustling sound of packing things up, and everyone was too frightened to speak.So far, the matter has become almost irreparable.

Yuan Xiaojing waited for the last person to trot out of the office with a bag on his back, took a deep breath, and let it out intermittently after a long time.

She pushed open the glass door of the balcony, and the cold wind from outside rushed in. She put on her coat and stood on the balcony, and called Wang Ze for the first time.

As soon as Wang Ze looked at the caller ID, he knew what she wanted to say.

"Boss Wang, good evening, did you ask someone to release the video?" Yuan Xiaojing's tone was gentle, but her words were as sharp as a knife.

"Hahaha... I did it. It's nothing. He said it himself. I'll take care of everything. Now I don't need him anymore. Of course it's time to take care of it." Wang Ze sounded like he was in a nightclub or something. , Yuan Xiaojing shivered when the sound of persuading the young girl to drink and the sound of toasting chips came from there.

She gathered her coat and sneered: "Boss Wang is really good at tricks, this time he is not just ruined."

"how?"

"You don't know? He... committed suicide." When this sentence was actually said, Yuan Xiaojing felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she had been stabbed with a blunt object.

This time Wang Ze remained silent for a little longer: "...is he dead?"

Yuan Xiaojing's voice sounded as if she had fallen into an ice cellar after nine cold days: "...It's no different from being dead."

"Sorry..." Yuan Xiaojing hung up before finishing speaking.

Yuan Xiaojing touched her face, only to find that the tentacles were cold.

She called He Lingsheng again: "...I'm Sister Jing. Are you in the hospital now?"

He Lingsheng's voice was still calm and steady: "Well, he's still inside."

"Do you have a dog with you?"

"Take it."

"Take the dog and leave the hospital. Find a safe place to stay within an hour. If you are not allowed to appear, you are not allowed to appear. Do you hear me clearly?"

"Sister Jing?"

"Do it, or you won't even be able to keep you." Suddenly feeling a little stiff in his tone, he added another sentence: "Be obedient."

He Lingsheng tightened his grip on the leash: "...Okay."

He knows very few people in this city, one person and one dog don't know the way, so that [-] to [-]% of the people on the street are familiar with his blind man, and he has to find a safe in a strange city within an hour. The hiding place is almost incomparable to heaven.

But he had no choice.

Zhang Mi'er stood at the door of the operating room anxiously. She has such a temperament. Although Xu Hui is not a very good person, it is difficult for anyone to stand by and watch such a big incident happen.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Mi'er knew that when He Lingsheng answered the phone at this time, it must be from Sister Jing.

"...I want you to do me a favor..." He Lingsheng looked up in her direction.

But when He Lingsheng's nose was filled with the sour and spicy taste of the food stall, it was too late to turn around.

"...Zhang..." He Lingsheng hadn't finished hesitating for a surname, but Zhang Mi'er had already rushed towards the alley, pulling Xiao Ai's dog on a leash.

"us……"

"Don't talk, take off the mask, don't wear sunglasses, no one will recognize it, it's so dark here, there are so many people, and only when they are fully armed will they be discovered." Zhang Mi'er was confident, until He Lingsheng took off the equipment with great hesitation .

"There are too many people, if they are discovered, they will not be able to escape at all..." He Lingsheng pulled Xiao Ai's dog leash.

Xiao Ai said "woo" twice, and Zhang Mier rolled her eyes: "Impossible, you go in carelessly, and I'm to blame for the accident!"

He Lingsheng had no power to fight against this Sanda | black belt heroine, so he could only be obediently dragged by her into the noisy night market.

After a turbid journey of taste and hearing, Zhang Mier finally stopped.

She knocked on the table three times with "bang bang bang", and the aunt who was wiping her sweat and making hot and sour noodles yelled without raising her head, "Old Zhang—he's here—what do you want to eat..."

Zhang Mi'er dragged He Lingsheng in, He Lingsheng followed silently, the little boy holding the plastic car saw the golden retriever, stared and yelled "Wow", Xiao Ai let out a breath from his nose arrogantly.

The aunt flexibly used the black stove that had accumulated deep oil for nearly a decade, and the place where she often let go was polished to a shiny shine, reflecting Mier's harmless little face.

"Hey!" The aunt raised her eyes in shock, "Ming'er! Hey, the second mom was still watching you on TV yesterday!"

Zhang Mier hurriedly covered her second mother's accented mouth, "Second mother, you can't shout this! I have a friend who wants to eat hot and sour noodles, can you bring them in for us?"

The second mother took a closer look, and He Lingsheng touched the direction of the voice and smiled at her. The incandescent lamp was weakly lit and not very good. The boy lowered his eyebrows, as if he came out of a painting, in this greasy environment The place is as clean as washing.

"...Hey, Ming'er..." The aunt's short and strong arms embraced Zhang Mi'er vigorously, and whispered: "Boyfriend? My second mother told you that such a handsome man is unreliable." , like your second uncle, tsk tsk, you have been poor all your life, and you just used your face to kill your second mother for the rest of your life... How are you, you just brought your second mother here?"

He Lingsheng was at a loss when he heard it, and Xiao Ai rubbed his trousers.

Zhang Mier twitched her brain and refuted her: "You are a very nice person!"

The second mother exploded: "This little brat! Go, go, take him to the back room, and the second mother will interrogate him later..."

He Lingsheng wanted to explain: "I'm not..."

Zhang Mier yelled "ahhh" twice, "Let's go, let's eat hot and sour noodles!"

He Lingsheng was held by her sweaty hand by the wrist, as if he understood something.

There are stalls on the outside and snail houses on the inside. A group of dilapidated buildings are connected. In the middle of the street, there is a clothesline. The key that smelled of hot and sour powder opened the door on the first floor on the left. The air was filled with the smell of night market smoke, and the corridor was cold and humid.

He Lingsheng entered the door and let Zhang Mi'er drag him to sit on the old sofa that was somewhat collapsed. There was a hole where the tentacles were hot from cigarettes.

Zhang Mi'er is a very sunny and beautiful girl, and even has a bit of a fierce "princess look". If she hadn't experienced it herself, it would be hard for He Lingsheng to believe that she was familiar with this kind of place.

A middle-aged man's voice came from the room mixed with the sound of boiling water in the pot, with a Chuan tone: "Xiu Fen, what did you just say you want more?"

Zhang Mier went in: "Second Uncle!"

He Lingsheng sat in the living room waiting for them to reunite happily, and let Xiao Ai nestle behind his calf, for fear of soiling the floor of other people's homes.

The second uncle came out of the back room very quickly, asked a few words and found out that He Lingsheng was a friend of her celebrity niece, before he could say a few words, he was called back to the kitchen by the second mother's loud voice.

The air suddenly became silent, only the "rustling" sound of the inferior wall clock on the wall.

Zhang Mier was sitting on the other side of the sofa, feeling a little nervous. She took it upon herself to hide He Lingsheng at her second mother's house in Hangzhou. Although it was considered a solution to his urgent needs, she took advantage of him in a flash of her brain.

"That... I'll explain it to my second mother later... Don't mind... I know you and Ruan Zhe are very close... I didn't mean it..." The more I said it, the more embarrassing it became, Zhang Mier was even a little thankful He Lingsheng couldn't see, so he took the opportunity to touch his hot face.

"...It's okay." He Lingsheng shook his head.

"Ah, that..." Zhang Mi'er was about to change the subject, but suddenly she was speechless and didn't know what to change, so she could only stop at the same place and get stuck in a PPT.

"Zhang Mier," He Lingsheng tightened his grip on the dog's leash. He always dealt with feelings cleanly. Zhang Mier is a good girl. She has flaws and has a heart, so it's better to talk about it earlier.

Zhang Mi'er's waist tensed, and she sat up straight in fright, as if a primary school student was suddenly called upon.

The author has something to say:

Although my QAQ was successful, I only wrote one chapter...the other four thousand were for the school's essay competition...and the "ideal and belief" speech requested by Teacher Sixiu...crying to death in front of the computer...read it tomorrow Let's see if I can update everyone every day... oh...