Fast Transmute Female Supporting Role: Male Lead Strategy Manual

Jing Zizhe seemed to be drained of strength all over his body, he let go of his hand, and subconsciously stroked his forehead, which was covered with wet donated blood, and his eyes turned red immediately: "Mi Yijian!"

Mi Yijian was taken aback, and immediately stood up from Jing Zizhe.

Bei Qiu ran to Jing Zizhe's side, looked at the **** Jing Zizhe, panicked, quickly helped Jing Zizhe to the sofa, and immediately went to find the medicine box, and Mi Yijian also followed.

"Care so much what he does?" Mi Yijian sneered.

Bei Qiu ignored him, and searched for the medicine box. She remembered that she bought a medicine box and put it here, but she couldn't find it. A little sweat appeared on her forehead in a hurry.

Seeing that she ignored him, Mi Yijian grabbed Bei Qiu's shoulders with both hands, forcing Bei Qiu to face him squarely: "I ask you, why do you care so much about him!"

Bei Qiu looked at him coldly, "Don't get in the way, get out of the way."

Mi Yijian was pushed away directly.

Inertia took two steps back, but his heart was even more upset. He clenched his fists and directly straightened Bei Qiu. Regardless of her struggle, let her look directly at him, and continued to ask: "Have you taken a fancy to him? Are you just like that?" Do you like someone younger than you? Or do you value that he can act coquettishly and cute to you, so that you can satisfy all the cravings of your big woman?"

Bei Qiu was stunned by what he said, it turned out that this is a big woman's hobby.

Seeing Bei Qiu's thinking expression, his face sank, "Am I right?"

Hearing this, Bei Qiu came to his senses and said, "No matter what kind of answer you want, it has nothing to do with you. People who meddle in their own business don't have long lives."

"I'm nosy? We slept! Did you tell that idiot outside?" Mi Yijian said angrily, but his voice was not small. He obviously raised his voice on purpose to let people outside hear him.

Bei Qiu didn't care at all, "So?"

"What?" Mi Yijian frowned, puzzled.

"So, what identity are you using to talk to me? A man who had a one-night stand with me?" Bei Qiu looked at him sarcastically: "You have no identity at all to tell me this, Mi Yijian, I have nothing to do with Jing Zizhe relationship, and there will be no relationship."

Mi Yijian's hand loosened, and his excitement was relieved a little.

But Bei Qiu continued: "However, who I want to be with, who my pillow will be, is none of your business, be your artist, your actor, your star, don't worry too much. thing."

Bei Qiu wanted to push him away and continue looking for the medicine box.

But Mi Yijian tightened his hands, pinching her painfully: "Gong Beiqiu."

"Want to care?" Bei Qiu raised her head and looked directly into his eyes, "Then you should think about the relationship between the two of us, who do you think I am?"

Mi Yijian, who was originally burning with anger, now seemed to be directly enlightened by a pot of cold water.

He let go of his hand immediately, and took a few steps back with dodge eyes.

"You, you are my manager." Mi Yijian said stammeringly.

Bei Qiu's eyes darkened, and she smiled: "Since you know it, don't cross the line when doing things."

She finally saw the medicine box in the corner, picked it up and went out to bandage Jing Zizhe.

The wound on Jing Zizhe's head was not serious, it was just scratched a little bit, and happened to touch some small blood vessels, which caused the blood to stay on his head. When Bei Qiu found the medicine box and came back.

The blood on his head was no longer as terrifying as before.

Bei Qiu's workmanship was not good, and he bandaged his head like a mummy.

Mi Yijian was watching with his hands folded beside his chest, his face was not good-looking.

"It's over. I'm going to take a makeup photo tomorrow, so there's no way I can do it." Jing Zizhe lowered his head in frustration, and held Bei Qiu's hand tightly, as if he was aggrieved as if he would cry in the next second: " Sister Bei Qiu, what should I do?"

Bei Qiu glanced at Jing Zizhe, then looked up at Mi Yijian, who also had injuries on his face, and frowned slightly: "I'll call the company and ask the company to come forward and find a way to take the photos of the two of you with makeup later. .”

Jing Zizhe raised his head and looked at Bei Qiu, "Sister Bei Qiu, can you use the head lowering technique..."

"Do you still want her, unconscious because of this kind of shit?" Mi Yijian stood aside and said coldly.

Jing Zizhe froze and lowered his head: "I'm sorry, Miss Bei Qiu..."

"It's not a big deal, it's just a delay, don't think too much, go upstairs and have a good rest." Bei Qiu pulled her hand away, ready to tidy up.

Jing Zizhe, however, went further, holding Bei Qiu's arm and refusing to let it go, "Sister Bei Qiu, my head still hurts, can you stay with me, I'm so scared, if the blood vessels burst at night what to do."

"No." Bei Qiu wanted to withdraw his hand.

He said tightly: "How would Sister Bei Qiu know? What if I die?"

Mi Yijian took a step forward, pulled the two of them apart abruptly, looked at Jing Zizhe and said, "I made you like this, don't worry, I will be responsible to the end when you die, do you want someone to accompany you, do you want someone to accompany you today?" I will accompany you tonight."

Bei Qiu glanced at the two of them, put away the medicine box, and went upstairs, "Go to bed early."

There were only two people left downstairs.

Wide-eyed and small-eyed, no one is convinced.

"Why do you like to face me so much? Are you sick?" Jing Zizhe stood up and glared at Mi Yijian.

Mi Yijian gave him a blank look, and said: "I'm not that free, I warn you not to get Bei Qiu's idea, it's impossible for Bei Qiu to fall in love with someone like you, don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you've tried everything Didn’t you seduce Bei Qiu because you want to get more resources and make Bei Qiu more willing to help you? Do you think you’re doing it very covertly?”

"Don't be bloody, if you don't get Sister Bei Qiu's liking, you will deliberately drive a wedge between me and Sister Bei Qiu!" Jing Zizhe was furious, clenched his fists with both hands, and pursed his lips tightly.

"I spitting blood? I can see things, do you think Bei Qiu can't see it?" Mi Yijian sneered, "I remember the last time, Bei Qiu had already told you alone, put away your little thoughts , if you don't put away your little thoughts, don't blame me for being rude to you in the future."

Mi Yijian didn't even bother to take care of Jing Zizhe.

Go straight upstairs.

"Then let me tell you, sister Bei Qiu is definitely not that kind. After sleeping with someone, she will identify the person with her life. She seems to help you now, but in fact it is only because you are her first She's just an entertainer, and whoever Sister Bei Qiu belongs to in the end depends on her ability!" Jing Zizhe pursed his lips and said angrily.

Mi Yijian glanced back at Jing Zizhe, smiled sarcastically, mocking his overreaching.

Jing Zizhe was on the verge of falling, and fell down on the sofa, trembling with anger.

The two have been together since that night.

Even if it is completely tearing the face.