deliberate kiss

Chapter 453
"Zhong Qing didn't give me anything, and I never hoped to get anything from her." Cheng Weiyue paused slightly, turned and walked out.

But Chu Manxiao stood where he was, and this time, he didn't stop him again.

Is she about to lose everything soon?
But how could she be willing?For so many years, how could everything she worked so hard for be destroyed so easily?
Chu Manxiao's eyes were scarlet, burning with unwillingness and anger.

After all, Cheng Weiyue thinks her too weak, she is not Zhong Qing, she will never let herself be reduced to this step of being slaughtered by others!
When Cheng Weiyue walked out of Chu Manxiao's crew, it was a desolate and deserted evening outside.

Lin Miaoyu was sitting in the car, beside Lan Rong who looked impatient.

When Lan Rong saw Cheng Weiyue coming out, the impatient expression on his face restrained, and he asked seriously: "What do you say?"

"As we expected, Chu Manxiao refused to admit it." Cheng Weiyue got into the car, took the hot tea from Lan Rong, and took a shallow sip.

Lan Rong couldn't help laughing at her calm expression.

"Cheng Weiyue, you really look more and more like Zhou Jingwei." Lan Rong smiled and sighed: "What's the matter? You already have a countermeasure."

"If I don't have a countermeasure, I won't go to Chu Manxiao today."

Cheng Weiyue glanced at Lin Miaoyu, who had an ugly face and hadn't reacted yet, and lowered her voice: "You live in the place I arranged first, and then you leave after the matter is over."

These words made Lin Miaoyu's eyes brighten, she looked at Cheng Weiyue nervously, and said in a hoarse voice: "Cheng Weiyue, can I trust you?"

"The grievances between us can be discussed after the matter is over, at least at this moment, you can trust me." Cheng Weiyue made a promise: "I can guarantee the personal safety of you and Ding Aoer."

Lin Miaoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She leaned on the seat slumped, and smiled bitterly: "I have been working so hard for so many years, and I don't know why."

Lan Rong couldn't bear her self-pitying look, said 'tsk', and said coolly: "Isn't this the retribution of you wanting to take a shortcut? Lin Miaoyu, who is it that you put on this look now? Will pity you?"

People's hearts are complicated, that's what it is.

And Cheng Weiyue looked down at her watch, and said in a low voice: "Tonight we worked overtime together and filmed the main scene of "Walking Behind the Fog", and when I come back from Xuancheng, we can finish filming the scene. "

Lan Rong was taken aback for a moment, his ugly face along the way became even uglier now.

He stared at Cheng Weiyue, and said coldly: "Have you forgotten that you are pregnant? Cheng Weiyue, you go to Xuancheng alone, you are not afraid of accidents!"

"I didn't go alone," Cheng Weiyue corrected him, "Zhou Jingwei went with me, I'm safe."

Lan Rong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but his voice was still stiff, "What are you doing in Xuancheng?"

"Before Lin Miaoyu told me that Chu Manxiao hired murderers to kill people, and the man named Shao Gao died for no reason. Now I suspect that Fang Qing's sudden death was also inseparable from Chu Manxiao."

Cheng Weiyue's words made Lin Miaoyu tremble at the side.

Her face turned blue, she suddenly shook her head vigorously, her eyes were deep, she looked at Cheng Weiyue, "it's been so long, you can't find evidence, Cheng Weiyue, give up this idea, Chu The family is not vegetarian."

The Zhou family is indeed prominent, but the relationship between the aristocratic families is intricate. It is impossible for Zhou Jingwei to completely turn against the Chu family for Cheng Weiyue's sake, right?

Lin Miaoyu thought about it like this, and it was rare for her to show some sincere concern for Cheng Weiyue, "Listen to me, you already have the manuscript, exposing Chu Manxiao is worthy of Zhong Qing's spirit in heaven."

"Exposure is just one of them." Cheng Weiyue shook her head with a firm expression, "If Chu Manxiao really killed Zhong Qing, she must pay the due price for her actions."

Lin Miaoyu has never seen someone like Cheng Weiyue, stubborn, stubborn, black and white.

She didn't know what to say for a while, she was silent for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice: "You just need to figure it out yourself, Cheng Weiyue, I hope you can really find the answer you want."

Lan Rong and Yang Jiao have a good relationship, facing such Lin Miaoyu, they just feel that the other party is hypocritical.

He pursed his lips in disgust, and said, "Lin Miaoyu, do you know how to be good now? Let me tell you, it's too late!"

Lin Miaoyu's face was pale.

And Cheng Weiyue looked at the undercurrent between the two, and said indifferently: "If a person wants to correct himself and make up for his mistakes, then he should be qualified to make up for it. But as for whether the victim is willing to forgive , everyone can’t control it.”

"How is it possible to forgive?" Lan Rong just thought it was funny, "If I were Yang Jiao, I would never forgive her in my whole life."

Cheng Weiyue didn't speak, just looked at the retreating scenery outside the window.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

Cheng Weiyue is not Yang Jiao, and the slaps that fell on Yang Jiao's face were not for her.She didn't know what Yang Jiao was thinking, and she was not qualified to forgive or forgive anything on her behalf.

The view from the car window recedes at an increasing speed, like a train with no end in sight, carrying everyone to a future with no end in sight
"Walking Behind the Fog," scene seven.

Players: Ning Xiaoshuang, Ji Lingfeng, Song Ming, Jiang Gu, Chen Meimei.

"Love letter? Who sent the love letter?"

In the classroom, dim and flickering lights reflected Ning Xiaoshuang's pale face.

The white letter paper in her hand was taken away, like a silent farce, the piece of paper jumped in the air several times, and it was unknown whose hand it fell into.

"I'm dying of laughter. There are still people writing love letters. What year is it?"

"Let me see what was written."

There were girls booing non-stop, and everyone's faces were filled with excitement.

They were both young and young, and they were naturally curious about things like love letters.

"Ning Xiaoshuang, hello, I'm Wang Xun from Class One, Senior Three"

When the girl who read the letter read this, her face froze, her mouth was long, and she looked astonished.

And Chen Meimei in the last row raised her head, her eyes were fierce.

She twitched the corners of her lips, her smile was very stiff: "Who's in Class [-], Senior Three?"

"Did you misread the name?"

Someone called the original field in a low voice.

But Ning Xiaoshuang lowered her head and did not speak from the beginning to the end.

She is like an outsider who does not belong to this farce, even if this is a love letter that belongs to her.

This is not the first time Ning Xiaoshuang has received a love letter, and her beautiful appearance has attracted a lot of attention.

After all, she is so beautiful and so poor.

(End of this chapter)