After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 217
This was the first time Yan Cheng saw Zhong Jiuyin cry.

She usually has a chic and unrestrained personality, always smiling, and it is difficult to be serious.

When publishing the diary and mentioning the suicide, he was still able to discuss dating with him glibly.

It's hard to imagine what it would be like for her to cry.

Seeing her now, hearing her say that she only had the diary by her side back then, Yan Cheng's heart felt sore with pain.

"I'm sorry." He kissed the tears off her cheeks and took her into his arms.

Embracing is a hotbed of emotional venting, Zhong Jiuyin could no longer stabilize her state by swallowing and taking deep breaths, she leaned her cheek against his chest, and borrowed his clothes to wipe away her tears.

"You really should say sorry, why ask this suddenly."

It broke her mood to kiss.

Yan Cheng said in a low voice: "You can't ignore it, and you can't never talk about it forever. Maybe you need someone other than the diary to accompany you, and I want to be that person."

She was stunned.

It seems that a romantic relationship has entered a stage that I have never thought of. It is a sign that I am gradually sinking into it.

Zhong Jiuyin suddenly felt a strange resistance.

The person who is only accompanied by the diary is not her at all, and it is not her who should be crying, so is the person Yan Cheng cares about really her?
"I said a word on the show in the afternoon, did you hear it?" She withdrew from the hug and asked him with a straight face, "I said, 'It's a pity that the victim is dead'."

Yan Cheng probably knew what she meant, nodded and said, "I heard it. Is there any special meaning?"

For example, cutting off seats with yourself who suffered in the past, most people who have experienced a bad past will have this kind of mentality.

But just as Zhong Jiuyin was about to speak, she frowned and remained silent for a moment, and finally said, "No, the victim still exists."

She inherited the original owner's body, and she should also inherit the past, the injuries she suffered, and the tortures inflicted by others still exist in this body and memory.

And if the perpetrator is still there, the crime will always exist.

She no longer had the desire to kiss, so she took two steps back, walked back and forth for half a minute with arms folded, and said, "Guo Mingli and Feng Qing should be rewarded for their evil. How can they sleep? They must have insomnia tonight."

Yan Cheng: "?"

Isn't it a step forward to embrace each other affectionately?Why did he suddenly jump to the point where he was about to transform into a late-night sleep killer?

Zhong Jiuyin ignored him, looking for his mobile phone everywhere, then Da Ma Jindao sat on the sofa, and called Guo Mingli without saying a word.

Yan Cheng could only adjust his mood by himself, walked over to straighten her open bathrobe, and sat beside her silently.

The phone didn't get through, Zhong Jiuyin dialed the second and third, and the third time, the ring rang for more than ten seconds, in time for the last time, the connection was finally made.

Guo Mingli didn't expect that she would call in the middle of the night, because he was too guilty to answer.

But looking at the calls one after another like a ghost urging her to die, she was afraid that if she couldn't get through the phone, she would do something else, so she got through.

Before he could say anything dryly, Zhong Jiuyin laughed first.

"Brother Guo, it's been a long time since I contacted you. I have nothing to do in the middle of the night, so I just want to call you and chat."

Yan Cheng squinted at her, are you alright in the middle of the night?What were they doing just now?Others are still here.

Guo Mingli laughed dryly: "There is no need to contact us in this relationship, right?"

"It's true, but I felt a little uncomfortable when I saw the scars on my hands just now. I had to find someone to talk to before I could sleep. After you were fired by the company, did you find a job? Is the hundreds of thousands of compensation a one-off Sex paid off?"

It's really like a good friend chatting about life late at night, Guo Mingli wanted to scold his mother, and said in a bad tone: "You don't need to care about these things."

"How can you say that? We have been working partners for more than a year. Although you killed me, I still care about whether you have been punished."

The other side of the phone didn't hold back half a word for a while, and finally Guo Mingli faked a smile and said: "What killed me, I was just incompetent at work at the beginning, I have no grievances with you, how could it be aimed at killing you to take over you."

"But you just killed me." Her voice was light and light, like a ghost asking for her life in the middle of the night.

"It made me slit my wrist to commit suicide, and the blood on my wrist flowed all over the bathtub. It made me lose my mind, and I was hit by a car when I went out. Do you know how painful it is when I was hit? Oh, you don't know, you Is it more painful than not getting enough money from that person?"

Yan Cheng frowned upon hearing this, and touched her hand, but was suppressed by Zhong Jiuyin's raised hand, stroking along the veins on the back of his hand.

She happily listened to Guo Mingli's rapid breathing, then Guo Mingli gritted his teeth and said:

"Zhong Jiuyin, even if I was incompetent and did some wrong things at the beginning, can I still be worthy of you? At least I didn't ask you to drink and sleep with you, and I didn't say anything bad about you. You blame all the dissatisfaction on your own. I don't want to refute, I just leave, but there's no need to go crazy and threaten me in the middle of the night, right?"

"Of course I can't sleep because you can't sleep, and you still have the face to say sorry to me. Ask yourself, did I blame you? Didn't you do those things?" She said while making strange things, her fingers crawled onto Yan Cheng's thigh superior.

Yan Cheng was speechless and helpless, and moved her hand away, but she touched it again the next second.

What is the difference between this and touching the secretary's stockings while driving?Fortunately, he was worried about her emotions just now.

After crying, she starts to look lewd, and Jumping Candy is not as free as she is.

Zhong Jiuyin took his refusal as a refusal, and touched it even more vigorously, and soon became a little distracted, and was not in the mood to continue to break up with Guo Mingli.

"Forget it, I still have entertainment activities, I don't want to bother with you about those facts. Finally, I want to tell you a piece of good news. I plan to sue you for murder. Suicide is not easy to convict, but the car accident is quite..."

"What does the car accident have to do with me?!" Guo Mingli suddenly raised his voice, "That was an accident, you accidentally ran into it!"

"Who knows if it was an accident? You can force me to commit suicide for money, and a car accident seems to be in line with your plan. Since you did the first 99 things, the last thing is 90.00% ninety-nine It's probably you too, right?"

Guo Mingli was furious: "Then you should investigate! If I haven't done it, then I haven't done it. Don't try to put shit on my head!"

She was noncommittal, and while stroking Yan Cheng, said lazily: "You don't have too many shit pots on your head? Even if you didn't do it, it has something to do with you, for example, you designed this coincidence, or someone gave you a big A sum of money for you to buy a murder..."

Guo Mingli suddenly stopped talking, like a chicken being strangled by the neck, and after a few seconds, he hung up the phone hastily.

Zhong Jiuyin took down her phone and looked at it, then shook her head.

"Looks like he can't sleep."

Yan Cheng pressed her hand that was crawling around, and asked her, "Are you in a better mood?"

"It's much better." The tears dried without wiping away, and her mood stabilized.

"Then take your hands away." Yan Cheng then said expressionlessly.

Zhong Jiuyin: "..."

mean.

(End of this chapter)