After the Internet was hacked, she did not talk about martial arts on variety shows

"I want to be a beauty blogger or endorsement, what do you think?"

As soon as Lin Mizi put down his chopsticks, he said this sentence.

Shen Sirong sat across from her, about one meter away. He sized her up with wanton eyes, as if he was looking at something: "Don't want to make a movie?" He thought her acting skills were good, especially when she played a villain with a double appearance. woman.

That's his true nature.

"Filming?" Her eyes lit up, "Do you have any filming for me?" If he was the director, she would definitely be popular.

He asked this question, as if he signed her in just to appear in variety shows.

"Well," he likes to smoke after dinner, put his hand on the armrest of the chair, the smoke is lingering between his fingers, "anytime."

Lin Mizi was eager to try: "Then when will we shoot?"

This is a good question. He took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke ring, and looked at people lazily: "When Lin Misen comes to my side."

The expectation on Lin Mizi's face disappeared instantly: "..."

"What's so good about her?" She couldn't figure out why everyone liked Lin Misen. They both looked similar, so it must not be a matter of appearance. She asked herself that this face was not inferior to Lin Misen's.

After smoking a cigarette, he brought the soda water in front of him and took a sip: "I only give you a month. If you can't get her back by my side, I have plenty of evidence."

Lin Mizi's expression changed suddenly, and he clenched his hands under the table: "I know, I know."

The content of the live broadcast in the afternoon was still painting and picking puzzles. Lin Mizi suddenly played very seriously, concentrating on it, and didn't say a word the whole time.

Team Huang had no distractions.

Seeing that Lin Mizi was so focused, the remaining two groups also began to work harder.

After the evening meal, Lin Misen went back to his room to pack his luggage, but the door was left open, and Lin Mizi stood at the door.

"Sister," she said, "let's talk."

Lin Misen didn't stop the movement of his hands, turned his back to her, and didn't look back: "Speak, what do you want to talk about?"

"Are you afraid?"

Her folded clothes paused: "What are you afraid of?"

Lin Mizi walked in and approached her: "I'm afraid I will snatch Chen Congye away."

The suitcase was already full, Lin Misen closed the zipper, lifted the suitcase off the bed, took another empty one, and continued to pack.

"It's nothing." She didn't feel for Chen Congye to the extent that she was afraid of losing him, "Don't you really know why I left?"

Lin Mizi sat down on the edge of the bed, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at her expression: "Sister, can you promise me to stay as long as I confess everything?"

Lin Misen was stunned for a moment, put down the clothes in his hands, looked at her seriously, and said, "Talk first, and I will decide whether to stay or not."

"I can say," she lowered her eyelids, then raised them again, her eyes changed, becoming sad and sad, as if she could say a thousand words, "Sister, believe it or not, Chen Congye and I have known each other for a long time."

Lin Misen listened.

Lin Mizi tilted his head and asked, "Why didn't you ask how long ago?"

Because she knows.

Lin Misen: "How long?"

Lin Mizi replied: "In the previous life," she smiled slightly, but her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were red. "He was a general, and I was an oiran. We met in Lishengju, and he said he would take me away..."

Her voice started to choke, and two lines of tears fell from the corner of her eyes, and she looked at Lin Misen with tears in her eyes: "Sister, I love him very much, no matter what I do, I do it for him."

Lin Misen said: "Mizi——"

"But," she interrupted her when the subject changed, "but if the person he likes is you, I'll make it happen for you, really."

She reached out and hugged Lin Misen's waist, sobbing softly: "I admit that in order to get him, I did bad things, sister, I was wrong, I just don't want to be reconciled, I want to try, but now I know that love cannot be forced , I really know I was wrong, can you forgive me?"

Lin Misen lowered his head, put his hands on her shoulders, and asked, "What evil did you do?"

"I," Lin Mizi let go of her waist and looked up at her, "I asked her to find you and Shen Sirong the woman who kidnapped me. I want to match you and him so that I can I'm with Brother Cong Ye."

The room fell silent.

It took Lin Misen a long time to ask her: "Did you cause her death?"

Lin Mizi nodded, but she immediately explained: "I went to her secretly once afterwards, but I just hoped that she wouldn't tell the truth, but she forced me to take her to see Shen Sirong, so I just, "She hesitated to speak, with guilt, regret and bewilderment on her face, "I just said it right away, saying that it is impossible for Shen Sirong to see her unless she dies for him."

"Then she died?" Lin Misen felt that the reason was unreasonable, "Mizi, is what you said true?"

Lin Mizi nodded sharply: "It's true, you've seen it too, she's just crazy, I just said something casually, how do I know she's going to die?" She grabbed her hand, "Sister, I know I'm This is wrong, I really know, if you don't forgive me, then I will turn myself in, okay?"

In this case, it is actually useless to surrender yourself.

"Sister," she sobbed, unable to stop her tears, "Why don't I pay her with my life."

After finishing speaking, Lin Mizi stood up and took out a small knife from his pocket: "I hope you and Brother Congye are happy."

She closed her eyes, and the knife was up and down——

towards the heart——

Lin Misen grabbed the blade with his bare hands at the last moment.

Lin Mizi opened her eyes, looked down, her eyes were full of blood, she immediately let go of the handle of the knife: "Sister, why are you doing this?"

Lin Misen threw the knife out and fell directly into the trash can, turned around and took a few tissues from the bedside table and held them in his palms to stop the bleeding.

"Sister," Lin Mizi ran out crying, "I'll go find Brother Congye right away."

The study door was open, and there was no one inside. Lin Mizi went to his bedroom to look for him.

The door slammed twice and opened.

She cried and said, "My sister is hurt, go and see her."

With a white towel still hanging around Chen Congye's neck, he pushed her away and rushed out.

In the room, Lin Misen had already brought the medicine box by himself, and was just about to treat the wound when he flew in front of her like an arrow.

"What's going on?" Chen Congye pulled off the towel, pressed her wound, frowned, and spoke in a hurry, as if angry, "Lin Misen, what did you do again?"

Lin Mizi stood at the door, wiping away tears: "It's my fault, brother Congye, don't blame sister," she cried pitifully, "I'll wait outside, don't fight."

She stepped back and closed the door.

Chen Congye ignored her. He lowered his head and treated Lin Misen's wound, his movements were light but his expression was terrifying.

During the process, Lin Misen didn't say a word, just looked at him, and she saw his hands shaking.