Distance Between No Love And Deep Love

Wan Yi Shao doesn't think much of the hidden rules. The water in the entertainment circle is thousands of meters deeper than that in the Pacific Ocean. How many backstage people can make a big splash?

It's impossible.

There are few people like mu Ziqin who meet good resources as soon as she starts her career. She is the combination of all the lukewarm little stars in the entertainment industry.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the noise outside was getting louder and louder without any sign of abatement. Mu Ziqin frowned, shrunk in Wan Yishao's arms, rubbed, and found a comfortable place to continue to sleep.

Said to wait for half an hour, but mu Ziqin insisted not to leave, Wan Yi Shao also have no way, can only accompany her to continue to wait.

Lunch is from the car in a hurry to eat a lunch box, eat clean after mu Ziqin dissatisfied with the said, do not have ten thousand Shao to do delicious.

At that moment, Wan Yi Shao didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Mu Ziqin is quiet in her afternoon nap. Her whole face is buried in Wan Yi Shao's arms, and her beautiful side face can be seen by slightly lowering her head. After five years of tempering, mu Ziqin, who is 22 years old, has become mature and pure, but has a lingering unique charm. People can't help but be deeply fascinated by her.

Put the hair on her cheek behind her head, trim the tangled hair and give her a kiss on the forehead.

The picture is so beautiful.

Just at this time, a black BMW came from the opposite side. The BMW drove slowly to the cemetery. Looking at the group of people fighting for the tombstone, the BMW braked, and then an old voice came:

"Lao Liu, help me out of the car."

Hearing this, the driver immediately got off, went around to the other side, opened the door for the old man, and put his hand on the old man's head to avoid him hitting the car.

"How could you have this?" Mu Ziqin pinched the miniature radio earphone in his hand and pushed Wan Yishao, who listened very carefully.

Wan Yi Shao took off a radio headset, and then said: "I asked my staff to place it in advance, which is more convenient for us to understand each other's news here." Mouth said, Wan Yi Shao did not idle down in his hand, constantly debugging the voice, back and forth rotation twist, see mu Ziqin almost dizzy, this just let go.

"They are going to the cemetery. Shall we go and have a look?" Mu Ziqin looked at the old man with a crutch. With the help of the driver, he walked to the tombstone of Songqiao.

The old man who has to give his daughter the last ride even though it is difficult. Almost moved mu Ziqin to tears.

"Wait a minute, because there is no movement there. Let's not do anything rashly. If you feel tired, you can sleep again. It's still early anyway." What's more, I don't know what the old man is going to say or do. If I rush out at this time, if I let the old man be alert, wouldn't it not be worth the loss?

After all, it costs money to hold such a grand funeral for Songqiao. Although Wanyi Shaoyu has a lot of money, it's not like that. Even if he throws money on the street, Wanyi Shaoyu won't give Songjia a cent, so as not to raise a tiger.