The Villain’s Contract Lover - Chapter 31

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Chapter 1: Conscience

The charity party ended successfully. Xu Wanzhi just passed by Jiang Chenxi when he exited and naturally greeted him. Without Jiang Yuexian’s introduction, Xu Wanzhi consciously left a good impression on the great director, Jiang Chenxi also specifically instructed her to prepare for the audition and win the newcomer award.

After leaving the court, Xu Wanzhi sat in the back seat of the nanny’s car, and just opened Weibo, only to find that the grand situation of the red carpet army had almost occupied half of the hot search.

The speed of repairing pictures is too fast.

On the topic list, the hottest long Weibo is called “Three Movies Behind the Same Frame. The newcomer Xu Wanzhi is full of immortality, who won the red carpet tonight”.

At the beginning of the article, a long series of high-definition “blanket photos” were released, arranged almost from high to low, and the clothing and makeup of female celebrities were instantly visible.

Xu Wanzhi was placed in a relatively backward position, Madoka looked at it all the way, and soon found her. “Sister Wan, look, all the female stars in Yishui are as beautiful as flowers, but they are eye-catching! I can see you at a glance, and then look at others, alas, all are vulgar . “

Xu Wanzhi’s mind is still on Mu Zhenyu, and he hastily answered without much reaction.

Madoka checked her words and saw that she had something in mind, so she deliberately slowed down, and said, “I miss this comment for you. It said that Xu Wanzhi, who has been searching for a lot recently, appeared on the red carpet from the short spring and summer series of TiannaChou. The dress was well received. The long earrings and necklace accessories came from the B whisper series. It was full of immortality, which showed the charm of her first endorsement. In front of the red carpet, three people led by Shen Jin were in the same frame. , Attracted a lot of topical degree. But from the photos feedback from the scene, it seems that the three filmmakers are already the age of Royal Sister. In comparison, the collagen on the face of the newcomer seems to be even better. ” Looking at the past, the final summary of the class representatives was released: “Barabala later said that you and Jiang Yuexian had a scandal before, and they are in the same frame today. Sister Wan, look at the article, the length of the article is more exaggerated than the three. There are many more after the film. I think your audition for Wuhua should be stable. “

Seeing that Xu Wanzhi was not happy, Madoka added: “It was said above that when I saw the first line from the third line, the scene map was compared with the refined picture of his own po. It was the same as taking a deception. Just your photo, the scene map and even It looks better than refinement. They all say that you are a walking fairy with wind. Moreover, Tianna also reposted your photo, and also said that you helped her find the youthful and throbbing feeling of her design when she was young … … “Madoka was excited about herself for a long time and still couldn’t move Xu Wanzhi. At last she couldn’t help but asked, “Sister Wan, what do you want, so amazing?”

“Ah?” Xu Wanzhi froze for a moment, and then she looked back from the window.

In fact, she was thinking about what was in the original text. Feng Cun’s name, she really did not have any impression. Regarding the original text, all in her mind are Qin Sheng and Liang Yiquan’s love story.

As for Mu Zhenyu, his role in the article is more like a “functional villain”, creating frustrations for the smooth feelings of the male and female masters, and finally setting out their happiness with a tragic ending.

But on what basis did he rise again, and for what purpose did he end up in jail?

Is Feng Cunhui a key figure?

She had no clue.

Faced with Madoka’s expectant and curious eyes, she blinked and simply said, “I’m thinking of Mu Zhenyu.”

Madoka opened her eyes momentarily, and for a short while, her face turned red: “Oh, sister, you are so enviable.”

Xu Wanzhi reluctantly poked his lips and had no intention of resolving such a trivial misunderstanding, and then re-silented.

The river is gushing, and the cool evening wind blows into the narrow apartment. There is a chic ashtray on the coffee table in the living room, which has been covered with a layer of cigarette butts.

The hour hand was pointing at half past ten, Mu Zhenyu looked so frosty, stared at the second hand for a while, unbuttoned his shirt and prepared to take a shower—by the way, he should also rinse his head.

But at this moment, the door suddenly sounded at the entrance. He looked up and saw Xu Wanzhi’s look as usual and stepped in.

When kicking off her high heels and seeing Mu Zhenyu standing in the middle of the living room, Xu Wanzhi also froze, and then showed a happy expression: “Mr. Mu, are you back so early?”

She looked down naturally, and landed directly on his sharp-cut abs. Then, a little flustered, she avoided her gaze and turned to put her bag away: “Are you just home?”

Mu Zhenyu stood still and didn’t speak, only staring straight at her bright eyes.

The expectations and joy in those round eyes will not lie. She did not tempt him, and did not take advantage of him when he was “not at home”.

He was too lazy to ask her why she called him at night.

The moment the corner of her mouth raised, it seemed that the wait of the night became trivial. With this little girl, when he finishes what he is supposed to do, even if it is really broken and calculated, what can happen?

He nodded briefly: “Well, I’m going to take a shower.”

She ran forward barefoot and grabbed his arm. “Wait a while.”

“What?” He stopped and looked down at her with interest.

“I have something to tell you.” Xu Wanzhi took off the expensive pair of earrings from House B and put it on the coffee table, as if such precious and rare things were far less important to her than what he had to tell him. She had a straight face and a serious expression, but when she reached her lips, she didn’t know what to say.

How to start, so that it seems that she does not want to talk about his business affairs, but also to achieve the purpose of good intentions reminder?

She made trouble again.

Mu Zhenyu raised her lip corner and took two steps to the sofa near the center: “Sit down and say.”

Xu Wanzhi pursed her lips, and she was still embarrassed: It didn’t matter much whether she was standing or talking. But he urged with his eyes, and she nodded, trying to bypass the coffee table and sit on the spacious side.

Who knew that he was intentional, and patted the narrower sofa that he had deliberately left: “Wanwan, come.”

Sit over, thigh to thigh …

Xu Wanzhi felt a sense of being fooled, but still carefully seated her skirt.

“What do you want to say?” He was in a good mood, with a sincere look, and seemed to indicate that he was willing to listen.

“When I walked the red carpet today, I met Feng Cun. I didn’t know him, but the last time you were drunk, Mr. Bai called me and asked me to pick you up. I overheard Mr. Bai mention It’s this person. So … I’m just nosy and paying attention to him. “She said, watching her reaction. After ensuring that he was not half displeased, she went on to say, “Mr. Mu, don’t trust him too much. He told others today that he would add another round of investment to Qin’s. He also said that Mu Xiyuan’s I’m ill and want to join Qin Sheng to deal with you. “

After hearing that, Mu Zhenyu passed a long time before gently nodding: “I know.”

“Did you know?” Unexpectedly, reasonably, Xu Wanzhi nodded: “Also, Mu Xiyuan’s disease is your cure, and you must have your own plan … Anyway, you just know it . “

“You called me and asked if I was at home, or did you want to tell me this?” The tone of supremacy sounded unexpectedly not disgusting.

Xu Wanzhi bowed her head: “I think it’s better to talk about these things in person. After all, now that the screen of mobile phones is getting bigger and bigger, you can’t send text messages to anyone.”

Mu Zhenyu suddenly felt that the little girl in front of her was very interesting.

It was so late, the light outside the window was dim, and the atmosphere inside the room was ambiguous. She sat so close to him, her legs dangling white, and only a thin layer of trousers cloth from his legs.

Just now, she was still living on the red carpet step by step.

Half of the actresses in the entertainment industry are fighting there, and she is the most attractive.

But now, she can still talk to him seriously about the size of the mobile phone screen?

He stretched out his right arm and put it on the back of the sofa behind her-she was about to be caught in his arms by all of her: “Xu Wanzhi, if it wasn’t for your always dedicated service to customers, I would really think, You care about me. “

Xu Wanzhi leaned back slightly: “You are very good to me. Do n’t mention those 50 million … you must have a conscience.”

For thousands of years, the way the monsters have dealt with this way is clear. Therefore, the stories in those plays are always writing fairies.

Xu Wanzhi clearly remembers that in this book, the original owner has not been able to live as long as her.

So far, she has n’t been in the trunk.

Therefore, her “conscience” sounds magnificent, in fact, it is the truth.

But Mu Zhenyu finally converged his smile, and returned to the cold look: “You say that this sentence hurts, but I don’t feel it, you have a conscience.”

Xu Wanzhi froze for a while, but I don’t know how to refute.

Mu Zhenyu stood up, took off his shirt and tossed it aside, his developed back muscles slammed, and he looked like that strong and fierce, “I’m going to take a shower, you can go too. Go to bed early.”

“Oh.” Xu Wanzhi always didn’t know what was wrong with her, so she stood up and walked toward her bathroom while she untied the necklace around her neck.

Halfway through, she heard Mu Zhenyu’s footsteps suddenly stop.

The air seemed to freeze, and she couldn’t use magic, she could feel the glowing gaze behind him.

She sighed secretly and looked back at him: “What’s wrong?”

Mu Zhenyu didn’t answer. She only strode over, raised her hands, and gently lifted her long fingers to untie her necklace and handed it to her: “Hold it.”

Then he put his hands on the zipper on the back of her dress: “Put your own skirt.”

“What?” Before Xu Wanzhi responded, the zipper was easily opened.

His knuckles swept across her spine and twitched. She held on to the skirt in a panic, and didn’t even dare to return. She dropped a “thank you” and ran into the bathroom.

There was a sound of a lock from the bathroom door. He stood there for a long time, and finally sighed with ridicule.

The cold water smashed down with coldness, but his brain was full of her smooth back and fair skin.

Delicate and soft.

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