Rich Woman's Love

This season's clothes are all white, the theme is pure overflow. Murong Lifen doesn't understand how the production company can find her. But now as long as she gives money, she will not refuse. Although she hasn't had a good rest for several days in a row, she doesn't even go home. Murong Lifen takes the opportunity to make up and sits on her chair. After a while, she goes on a date with Duke Zhou.

Yu Shang stands and looks at the sleeping Murong Lifen. Wu sighs and puts her coat on her shoulder. She doesn't sleep soundly. His action is very light. Who would have thought that just putting it on her shoulder, Murong Lifen seems to wake up. Her eyes can't help looking at Yu Shang.

Rub the temples.

"I'm fine. You don't have to worry about it.

"I know. I want to tell you that the shooting team will have a party tonight.

"Murong Lifen, here we go.

Murong Lifen put her coat on the stool, got up and went to the shooting place. After just two steps, he turned around and said, "I'll go.

Yu Shang looks at her back. Always just keep her in mind, just keep her in mind. Her vulnerability, her strong disguised vulnerability, her weakness, her coldness, everything she knows, so she does not need to say what she thinks in her heart, he can understand. Understand her strong, understand her disguise.

This scene was shot in the outfield. It's cold in autumn. It's still a short skirt with a bra. Murong Lifen is standing in the cold wind. She feels numb. How long has she not felt warm? It's not the cold in her body, but the cold in her heart.

All of a sudden, I miss the man who is warm all over. He saw through everything so clearly that she was sentimentally attached to the days around him. Murong Lifen thinks she is selfish. She can't let go of Zhuge Mingjie, but she still wants Linghu Yuncheng to accompany her. I can't help frowning.

"Don't frown. To be melancholy, with a touch of missing.

Murong Lifen's heart seems to be hit for a while, light miss, that is not her now is really a portrayal of it? When I miss him, I don't want to be heartbroken. I just want to form a hot spring at the bottom of my heart with a bitter smile on my mouth.

The shooting didn't end until 5:30 p.m. Murong Lifen was very tired. From morning till now, she only nibbled a hamburger at noon. She was busy practicing her movements at other times. The photographer always felt that her movements were too stiff and didn't show the feeling of worrying about gain and loss when she was in love. She didn't want to be a vase in other people's eyes, so she had to practice as hard as she could.

There is still one and a half hours, and the shooting team will get together at seven o'clock. To be honest, that kind of venue is really a place she likes to go.

The voices are noisy and luxurious.

The bar is noisy. Young men and women are dancing in the middle of the dance floor. The enchanting figure and the hot music all show the vitality of youth. The strong smoke is winding in the air, and Yu Shang is following her.

"I thought sister Murong Lifen would not come.

The inside of the private room is isolated from the noise outside, but it seems that the people inside are sharp and mean. The cold eyes of Murong Lifen come directly from the room, and Murong Lifen feels chilly. But the corners of her mouth still keep the most perfect smile, black sleeveless skirt, strong makeup cover up her originally pale face, in the dark, her eyes like silk, apricot eyes slightly pick.

"Why. The shooting team is gathering today. Why can't I come here? What's the matter in the future.

"Well.

A cold hum.

Murong Lifen can't manage so much. People's words are formidable. How can she manage everyone's ideas? There are too many people and too many mouths. Even if she wants to argue, she doesn't have so many mouths to argue with her. Even if she does, she doesn't have so much energy.

A group of people are constantly toasting her, bottle after bottle of whisky is opened, and Murong Lifen drinks it cup after cup without frowning. The people nearby watched Murong Lifen drink cup after cup coldly, but no one said a word, as expected.

If you drink water, you know what's warm and what's cold.

One by one, her stomach was churning, and the smell of wine was shouting in her chest, filling her senses. She tried to suppress the nausea one by one, and said hello to the people next to her with a smile and went to the bathroom.

As soon as I came out of the private room, I felt a gust of wine coming up.

Stumbling to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror that face ruddy, but I do not know because drinking too much, eyes red, mouth as red as just finished drinking blood, long curly hair messy, black skirt more lining of the face red as a witch, self mockery smile.

Knowing that they were deliberately pouring wine, knowing that the party could not be used, knowing that the wine could not be drunk, she still did not refuse and drank it cup by cup, bottle by bottle. Some place in her heart is stinging. She grabs the place of her heart.

Zhuge Mingjie, is it still can't let you go after all, even if the mouth can't live to emphasize that you have no matter, but even if can't see you, the heart is still very hard to grasp. You call her hurt so deep, and finally only used for a gorgeous wedding banquet with others as the end, in those days he never said like, even if said so how, two people's identity gap is too big, like across thousands of ravines, can only choose to look far away.

Murong Lifen came out of the bathroom with her feet on the wall and ran into a man. She smelled the choking smell of wine coming from her face. Without lifting her head, she went around. But before she could step out, she fell into a solid embrace.

A strong masculinity enveloped her, even without looking up, she knew who it was.

Zhuge Mingjie.

How could she not know, how could she not know.

With a sneer, he pushed away and looked up at the man in front of him. Still elegant, still bright. However, his body wrapped in a luxurious suit, how can he feel like the outside and the inside, especially when he and Xuanyuan Jiezhen stand on that high stage.