Rebirth of the entertainment industry and the return of the queen

Chapter 192 Her Real Name
Feng Kun looked at her and smiled: "The new fruit wine has a good taste, I guess you will like it."

She closed her eyes and took another sip. The starlight in the sky became more dreamy and blurred, as if the whole world was covered with a hazy color.The soft music sounded in her ears, it was the melody she was familiar with in her previous life.

"Do you remember these songs?" Feng Kun said softly, "We used to make songs together."

"Hmm." She was slurred, and the alcohol seemed to be a bit high, which slowed down her thinking.

Feng Kun's eyelids twitched slightly, and the soft "hmm" sounded like thunder exploding in his ears.He clenched his hands unconsciously, trembling a little because he was too nervous, trying to calm down, and continued to call her tentatively in an extremely gentle voice: "Xiao Ling."

She didn't respond, and the familiar and charming melody surrounded her, as if she had returned to the past, so comfortable.

Feng Kun added some wine for her: "Drink more, the wine is made according to your taste. Do you still remember that one year we went to Bordeaux, France, you picked a very sweet grape, and you wanted to make wine yourself, but you almost missed it? Destroyed a family manor."

Recalling the past, the corners of Xia Ling's lips curled up slightly, "Remember, that time you dragged me and sneaked away."

The thunder exploded again.

Even if the self-control is as strong as Feng Kun, even his voice trembled this time: "Xiao Ling...Xiao Ling."

"Akun." Her mind was fuzzy, and she smirked under the influence of alcohol.

The familiar title made the corners of his eyes slightly moist. Is the person in front of him really her?Whether it's God's will or against common sense, it really seems like she's back!Feng Kun suppressed his excitement, and continued to carefully ask for confirmation: "I have missed you very much these years."

"Only you... miss me." Xia Ling smiled dizzily, dangling the bewitching liquid in the cup, "They are all... deceitful."

"Who are they?" he asked gently, taking a deep breath.

"Xia Yu, Chu Chen, and...and..." She couldn't continue.

He added another glass of wine for her, watched her drink it, and said in a gentler voice, "Who else?"

"Pei Ziheng," she muttered looking at the starry sky in a trance, "Pei Ziheng..." Before her eyes, the tall and handsome man appeared again, with a straight nose bridge and tight thin lips. When looking at people, she looked like a god. .His eyes were hot, his nose was sore: "Pei Ziheng, you bastard... liar, liar..."

"What did he lie to you?" Feng Kun said.

"He said that he would always treat me well, but he wanted to marry Wang Jingwan. He said that the butterfly...that butterfly was only our secret agreement, but he gave it to someone else! Liar, liar! "

Xia Ling was suddenly emotional and smashed the goblet against the glass wall.

The slag splashed and there was an ear-piercing crisp sound.

Feng Kun took her hand to keep her away from the fragments, and asked, "What butterfly?"

"The one on the card." She broke away from him and drank again.

"Who did he give the butterfly to?"

"I."

"Didn't you say he gave it to someone else?"

"He gave it to someone else! He gave it to Ye Xingling!" She said irritably, her mind turning very slowly, "Not to me!"

"Aren't you Ye Xingling?" Feng Kun held his breath, the truth was right in front of him.

"I'm not!"

"Then who are you?" The magnetic whisper whispered, full of temptation.

"I'm...I'm..." She always felt that something was wrong, she shook her head hard, looked at him, and smirked, "I won't tell you."

He reached out to get the wine, but he stopped him: "Xiao Ling, you can't drink anymore."

"I'm not drunk." She wanted to push him away and touch the wine not far away without giving up.

He sighed: "I shouldn't have made you drink so much."

"I want to drink!"

"No."

"Then..." She looked at him and continued to smirk, "Then let me tell you who I am."

"Such a big secret is worth a glass of wine?" He couldn't laugh or cry, "Xiao Ling, you can't drink any more."

"No...I want to drink." Xia Ling ignored his restraint and continued to try to break free, "Feng Kun, let me go, let me go...Give me the wine, give me the wine and I'll tell you who I am... "

"I already know who you are." With a gentle voice, he continued to suppress her, preventing her from getting the wine.

She forgot to struggle for a moment, and looked at him suspiciously: "Then tell me, I... who am I?"

He didn't answer for a while, and after a while, he stretched out his hand to caress her cheek: "Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling... I have known you for more than ten years, but I still can't believe that you would die so easily."

"Easy?" She chuckled, "It's not easy...it's not easy at all, Akun, do you know how much I want to live well, but they want to kill me and kill me..."

Feng Kun carried her into his arms.

"But, so what if you don't die, in his cage, to be an underground lover for the rest of your life, a puppet? Akun, do you know how scared I am? It's a puppet..." She choked up and shed tears.

Feng Kun hugged her like that for a long time, his voice hoarse: "Are you afraid when you fall off such a high stage?"

"I'm afraid..." she said, her consciousness gradually lost in his warm embrace, "I'm very scared, but... I'll be relieved when I jump down, and I can say goodbye to Ziheng... Let me remember, his love for me A little bit is good, not worn out in the last time..."

Her voice gradually lowered, and finally, she sank into a dark dreamland.

The dream is very long, sometimes it is an orphanage where irises are in full bloom, sometimes it is a large-scale concert with 10 people, barking mastiffs, a man with a whip in the dark, hugs, love, farewell...

Woke up the next day with a splitting headache.

Xia Ling sat up with her head that was about to explode, got out of bed, opened the door and looked around, and found that this was not a bar, nor was she and Li Lei's apartment.However, these layouts and furnishings always gave her a very familiar feeling. She walked around the living room, looked at the kitchen again, and then went upstairs, and finally remembered——

This is Feng Kun's residence.

Why is she here?And, what about the Fengkun people?
Xia Ling searched around and found that the door of the studio was ajar. She pushed it open and sure enough, he was inside.In the morning light, Feng Kun was dressed in light-colored home attire, sitting on a soft sofa chair, facing the room full of musical instruments, wondering what he was thinking.

Hearing the noise, he turned to look at her.

"Xiao Ling?" He said gently, "Come in, when did you become so polite?"

She was stunned: "Mr. Feng, we..." She wanted to say that they were not familiar with each other, but she caught a glimpse of his half-smiling eyes when she spoke, and felt that something was wrong, so she swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly.

"Stop pretending," he smiled at her, "I know it's you—Xia Ling."

He pronounced her real name clearly word by word.

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(End of this chapter)