After the rebirth, the actor fell in love with me

Chapter 207 Are you looking for me?

It was night, and the thick ink rendered the window extraordinarily deep.

Sitting in front of the computer without any details, he hit the send button hard, and he curled his lips proudly.

Raising his head, twisting his neck, and stretching his waist, he mockingly watched those netizens who were under the banner of justice attack the artists he described.

Hey, what kind of big star, how glamorous he is on the stage and how superior he is during the interview, as long as he taps the keyboard, makes up a few so-called black material, and sends a few unintelligible pictures, they don't care. Did it just fall off the cloud easily?

Satisfied, he swiped the mouse, watching the spit of trolls and netizens, and felt a distorted pleasure in his heart.

Ah, the feeling of pulling people into hell is so wonderful.

Why do they get the love of so many people just by crying, smiling, and singing a song? Isn't their money and reputation a bit too simple?
What professionalism, what acting skills, it's all bullshit, it's all just self-orgasm of those stupid fans.

So, as long as he casually posts so-called black material, or even maliciously cuts out a picture, or cuts out two paragraphs out of context, those fools on the Internet will start to criticize him.

He didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, so he just put his words there. Believe it or not, it was someone else's business.

In the final analysis, isn't this group of netizens too stupid to be easily led by him?

Turning off the computer and looking at the watch, it was three o'clock in the morning.The window was not closed, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in, and he shrank his neck from the cold.

Get up and prepare to close the window.

It was very dark, save for a dim tungsten lamp in the room.

This is his work habit, and only in such an extremely deep and depressing environment can he write devilish manuscripts one after another.

At this time, the wind was still blowing, blowing up the gauze curtains scattered beside the bed, the white gauze curtains were fluttering in the faint light.

For some reason, goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body.

He has never believed in ghosts and ghosts, but he suddenly superstitiously flashed the legend of three o'clock in the middle of the night.

And he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that there was a person standing behind the white gauze curtain.

When the wind blows, revealing the faint dark skirt.

Da da da…

He stepped on the wooden floor, making disturbing footsteps in the silent night.

For the first time, I resented why I bought such a big house, and it took me so long to walk to the window.

He seemed to see the dark skirt again, and his hairs stood up for a moment, and he shouted, "Who's there!"

He hurriedly walked and opened the curtains. There was no one, only a pink peach blossom.

He breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that he was wrong, as expected, he still loves his career too much, next time, he has to rest earlier.

He grabbed the branch of peach blossom and threw it out the window.

Suddenly, his body froze, and he smelled a cold fragrance, and then, a chill came from behind him.

The melodious and clear female voice was cold, "Are you looking for me?"

No matter the details, he just felt the cold spread all over his body. He trembled in fear and fell to the ground. Before he closed his eyes, he only saw a dark red skirt.

Tao Yao was wrapped in a dark red dress, she took off the hood on her head, and glanced indifferently at everything that fell to the ground with a pale face.

(End of this chapter)