Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 7 cynicism
"Isn't it?" Qin Yu smiled again, but Lin Siqi's eyes never looked back, but there was a wry smile of unknown meaning on the corner of her lips.

As the first brother of Huanya, Shangguan Ye's status in Huanya is self-evident. No matter in his previous life or in this life, Shao Zhengze seems to spare no effort to praise him. Presumably, these scandals between him and Yiyi should have already been reached within the company. Consensus is right.

Many things have already deviated from the original track, and it was originally caused by me, but she didn't realize it until today.

Lin Siqi suddenly laughed...

The big and bright black eyes were full of waves, and she couldn't help laughing out loud, tears burst out from the corners of the eyes where the water was gathered, and as she shrugged her shoulders, the tears naturally slid down her cheeks.

She likes to laugh very much, but when she laughs now, it only makes Qin Yu feel thrilled.

He remembered the first time the two met, the bar was dimly lit, she walked in from the door, met his gaze, and suddenly showed a polite and friendly smile.

She was very young at the time, only 15 years old, with ponytails showing a smooth forehead, and wearing an old white short-sleeved dress with some wrinkles.

He watched her walk from the dim light to the darkness in front of his eyes, stood still outside the bar, raised her head and smiled slightly: "Mr. Qin, I'm Lin Siqi."

He clearly looks like a child, taller than the bar counter, with his chin raised, his expression still a little calm, and he speaks like an adult in a serious manner.

He has seen her laugh many times, even holding a glass of wine, her drunken eyes are blurred and lonely, but she has never smiled like this, laughing until her shoulders shrug, laughing until tears are in the corners of her eyes, laughing until the whole person is slightly mad and Bitter pathos.

She has been in the capital for more than two months, and the number of times the two actually meet is limited.

He was naturally happy when she sent a text message so late, thinking that she finally remembered to have a good time with him, but she never thought about it, it was just to prove the things he deliberately concealed.

A Song Wang can make her cry and laugh, make her lose her mind, and even make her vomit blood and go crazy.

What's so good about that man?

Qin Yu just looked down at her like that, her eyes were dark, her long hair was scattered like seaweed, her beautiful face was pale and bloodless, her lips were chapped and bright red.

Just like her smile, she is really shockingly beautiful at this moment.

Qin Yu took a deep breath and was about to speak, but the person on the sofa stood up as if he had laughed enough.

Lin Siqi didn't wear shoes, and Yubai's feet stepped on the carpet. Because her calf was bruised, she walked slowly but steadily. The hem of her skirt fluttered on her straight, white calf. Keep your eyes open.

There was the sound of running water from the bathroom, and when she came out, she had already washed her face, rinsed her mouth, tied her hair, clean and fresh as usual, it was the Lin Siqi he was very familiar with.

"I'm sorry. Brother Qin, I made you worry." She was not as tall as him, and she didn't wear shoes. She raised her head to speak at this moment, revealing her slender and beautiful white neck, her chin slightly raised, like a swan.

Seeing that she was back to normal, Qin Yu felt relaxed, but also a little inexplicably lost, and his mood was complicated and unspeakable.

Lin Siqi went to the door to put on her slippers, pondered for a moment, and suggested: "It's getting late. Why don't you stay in the guest room and leave tomorrow morning? The sun was very good yesterday, and the quilts were just dried."

"Okay." Qin Yu responded directly, and said: "There is some dragon beard noodles in the kitchen, be careful it gets mushy."

"En. Thank you." Lin Siqi said with a smile, and seeing him stepping up the stairs, she turned and walked to the kitchen.

After leaving it for a while, the slender noodles were slightly mushy, but the green vegetables, small dried shrimps and beaten egg flowers floated on the clear soup, the color was clear, and it still looked very appetizing.

It was originally a simple method that Qin Yu learned from her.At this moment, looking at the noodles in clear soup in the white porcelain bowl, she couldn't swallow it.

When we met at the beginning of Qingcheng in the previous life, Song Wang was only in his early twenties, young and handsome, rebellious, and the corners of his lips were always evil when he smiled, but his eyes were as bright as glass, beautiful and charming.

She is seventeen, and she can only cook simple meals, together in private, for convenience, she cooks noodles for him nine out of ten times.

At those times, he would jump up from the bed, suddenly wrap his arms around her waist tightly from behind, rub her ears and neck with his warm lips, and joke in his laughter: "Hey, why is it noodles again?" ? Eating noodles is not as good as eating you."

The Song Wang she knew well was never a young boy.

In his teens, he witnessed his mother stabbing his father to death with scissors, followed by the whole process of suicide, so how could he not have any shadow in his heart.

Sitting on a lot of money overnight, he was reborn, from a handsome and shy boy to a gangster who fights and gambles on the streets of Qingcheng.

When we met for the first time, he was just hugging and hugging, and the scenery was infinite.

He didn't like the luxurious, heavy, cold and silent Song family. He nestled in her rented hut every day, and his favorite action was to suddenly pounce on her from behind, burying his handsome face in her neck and laughing.

She looks dissolute and unruly, but she is actually the most vulnerable and innocent, making trouble like a child.

The piles and piles of the past seemed to come from a distant dream, she felt illusory and illusory, but the joys and sorrows followed each other like a shadow, clearly as if it happened yesterday.

Communication University has a long history, and there are tall parasols covering the sky everywhere on the campus. Lin Siqi's eyes unconsciously followed a ray of dancing light, but someone kicked her foot under the table suddenly.

"The girl by the window?"

A majestic and calm voice came from the podium, Lin Siqi subconsciously looked up, and looked slightly angry at Professor Li who was giving the lecture.

Originally thought that Song Wang was in Qingcheng, she enrolled a year later than her previous life.

Right now, the freshman military training has just passed, and the official class is only half a month away, but Professor Li's name in the public class is very popular, and the students in the three classes majoring in acting are not afraid of it.

At this moment, he frowned, stared at Lin Siqi who had been in a daze for half the class, and said with a dark face: "The two sentences I read just now, translate and I will listen!"

(End of this chapter)