sadomasochism double

Chapter 53

Even if Zhuo Yang is idle every day, he still has so much money in his account, which is not at all different from a hard-working petty citizen like me.

If you stop working, everything you have is gone.

Because the big boss of the company came to inspect, all departments seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood.

Every department is jumping around, as if they want to present their best side to their superiors.

I think I am the laziest one, but the diligence and hard work of the actors also increased my work a lot.

I ran around with my clothes all afternoon.

In the end, I felt like I nearly broke both of my legs.

Fortunately--

I finally made it to the end of get off work.

The actors and directors have all left, and only a few assistants are left cleaning the venue.

And my task is also considered easy, tidy up today's actor's clothes, and I can get off work after tidying up the dirty and messy ones.

However, when I was in the locker room, I realized that this is not an easy job.

I searched indoors for a long time, but I only found the top, and I couldn't find the matching pants.

There was no other way, I could only get into the row of clothes hanging there, and frantically searched for them.

until--

Behind the row of clothes, I saw Zhuo Yang with a faint smile.

What's so funny, I murmured in my heart.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

I was in a bad mood and my tone was not polite.

Zhuo Yang still smiled, and seemed to pat me on the head at the same time.

"You look so funny."

That's right... I was sweating profusely, just to please the uncle in front of me.

I rolled my eyes angrily, and was about to retort unceremoniously.

At this moment, Zhuo Yang suddenly leaned over and kissed my lips in a pile of messy clothes.

To be honest, I don't understand Zhuo Yang a bit.

His actions, actions, words and deeds all accurately and clearly stated the fact that he has been a little abnormal lately.

Or, men are cheap, don't tell me, after the divorce he found out that I was his only true love?
hiss--

I shudder at the thought of the possibility.

It's really shocking, maybe one day I quit this job, and I can become a bloody and brain-dead screenwriter like Li Ruobing.

However, even though I have emphasized so many times, Zhuo Yang still came here every day.

I am very dissatisfied with this, but Zhuo Yang's reasons for coming every time are very clear and clear.

He's here to guide the work.

It has nothing to do with me.

but--

Will directing eat all the cookies and treats I bring to the director's cast?Still staring at me with a kind of "My dear, don't make trouble" in front of everyone all day long...

Over time, I knew something was bound to happen.

I've always kept a low profile.

But because of Zhuo Yang, my low-key life was disrupted.

As the number of Zhuo Yang's visits increased, not to mention the staff, even the director treated me with three points of courtesy.

The colleagues who usually talked and laughed with me gradually left me, and I even heard some unfamiliar assistants gossiping in the tea room about the stories that Zhuo Yang and I had to tell.

"You said Mr. Zhuo came here so often because he really fell in love with An Yue..."

"I don't know for sure...Maybe Mr. Zhuo's taste has changed...Suddenly fell in love with a married woman like An Yue..."

That's right... In order to avoid what happened to Director Liu last time, I consciously or unconsciously told the truth about my divorce.

In this society, a man may still be shining after a divorce, but a woman is different... It's like falling from heaven to hell.

I know this well, so I use it as an excuse when necessary.

"No... Didn't you say Mr. Zhuo likes that Hu Ling?"

"...Yes, yes... Some time ago, I often heard that Hu Ling went in and out of Mr. Zhuo's house on the mountain... By the way...you don't know...That Hu Ling also caused Mr. Zhuo to divorce his wife... ..."

"Ha... no... so cheap... how do you know..."

"I also heard it from my cousin who was assistant to Mr. Zhuo's secretary... My cousin also said that Mr. Zhuo actually likes his wife so much... I heard that he still wears a wedding ring around his neck after divorce?"

"That's right... such a loving man is really nice... I really envy his wife..."

"...Me too... I really want to know who his wife is... It's such a great blessing... To be in love with such a superb man all his life..."

The voice of gossip gradually faded away, and I slowly walked out from the dark place.

It was too late to wipe off the black lines all over her head, but she was even more puzzled, did these girls watch too many TV dramas of Li Ruobing?

Joo Young loves her wife?
what……

As the heroine of this matter, how could I not know?

However, when it comes to the things on Zhuo Yang's neck, I seem to have noticed that he didn't like to wear things around his neck before, not even the ring on his hand.

But when did he wear something around his neck... or a ring...

I suddenly became a little curious.

Because of this point of gossip, I looked at Zhuo Yang with more searching eyes.But because it is winter, even if Zhuo Yang is resistant to the cold, he still has to wear a shirt and a coat... For a while, I still can't see what is under his neck...

"Miss An, do you have any questions?"

Realizing that I was actually thinking about something and thinking about it in a daze, I shook my head and gave a dry laugh.

"No, no, nothing... Nothing... By the way... Today's work is over... I can get off work..."

"Wait..." Zhuo Yang packed up his things and stopped me, "You are going back with me today."

The memory of being forced is not good, so that I am full of panic about the place where I lived for seven years.

"Can you not go?"

I asked cautiously.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yang nodded, with a proud indifference, "You don't have to go... But what I should say is still to be clear... Mrs. Chen sprained her foot..."

I am torn.

Although I don't like to step into that place again, Mrs. Chen takes care of me and has a family after all.

Even the present job was found by Mrs. Chen for me.

She is also getting older, and her son is not up to date, even if she is sick, there is no one to take care of her...

The more I thought about it, the more miserable I became, so when I recovered, I was already in Zhuo Yang's car.

"I'm just going to see Mrs. Chen."

"Yeah." Zhuo Yang hoarse, speaking less as usual.

"I'll leave after watching."

"Hmm...cough cough..." This time, Zhuo Yang coughed twice.

It was only at this time that I realized that something was wrong with him. In the past, Zhuo Yang had always been a desperate person at work. He was fine in other areas, but he was prone to a little cold.

Especially when spring and summer alternate or winter is cold.

Even though I knew it was out of my business, I still couldn't help the itching in my throat and blurted out, "Are you sick?"

It was Zhuo Yang's cold voice that answered me.

"It's none of your business."

"..." I knew it, I was being a donkey with good intentions!

When I arrived at Zhuo Yang's house, I jumped out of the car and went to Mrs. Chen.

Similar to what Zhuo Yang said, after all, Mrs. Chen was old and fell down the stairs again. The condition was so serious that she couldn't move for a few days.

Seeing me coming, Mrs. Chen was obviously surprised, but at the same time understood, "Mister bullied you again?"

Obviously, what happened last time left a lot of shadows on Mrs. Chen, especially when I limped to go to work the next day. I know that these images undoubtedly gave Mrs. Chen a very bad impression. .

I shook my head apologetically, "No... I just came to see you..."

Mrs. Chen seemed to heave a sigh of relief, "I'm fine here...but you...how are you, Madam?"

I briefly talked about my busy work recently. Of course, I would like to praise Mrs. Chen's daughter-in-law, Ding Wei, who is really smart and strong.

It can be seen that Mrs. Chen really loves her daughter-in-law very much. When she saw me saying that she was so busy, she couldn't help but remind her for a long time.

Don't forget about your body, pay attention to rest...

In the rambling, Mrs. Chen talked a lot, and finally she felt that there was too much to say and stopped.

"Ma'am, am I going to talk too much?"

(End of this chapter)