Gossip King

Chapter 1142: Mu Xiaolen, who knows his parents' sente

A "The Founding of the Empire" and a film with a high degree of similarity to the "Empire" are silly and unclear.

It's okay for Starlight Group to lose to Huantai Group, but if Director Zhang loses to Director Lu, then Director Zhang will be slapped too hard. Although Dao Lu is also a well-known director in China, he is quite a junior compared to Dao Zhang.

Director Zhang is not in the same position.

Let's put it this way, there are only two or three major domestic directors who can take their films to the world. Director Zhang is one of them, and he is considered a super god. And Dao Lu can only be regarded as a rising god.

Su Su’s four films this time have invited two directors at the level of great gods, one is Director Lu and the other is Director Gu. Although the other two directors are rookies, they are more than enough to make that kind of love movie with small flesh, the most important. The thing is that these two rookies have strong backgrounds and have a good deal with radio and television.

But Gao Leng is only Director Zhang.

Director Zhang stretched out his hand again anxiously and grabbed his hair. The pile of media resources in his hand wanted to use it now, but Gao Leng repeatedly emphasized that he waited, so he could only look at Su Su anxiously. A bunch of insiders leaned forward, and his own agent who came to strike up a conversation in twos and threes just waited.

And the worst is behind.

Once the two dramas are online, such a similar drama, depending on the influence of the Huantai Group, the radio and television will definitely make concessions. How to make concessions? The online date is delayed. Let Huantai’s online first, and then yours.

If you are an audience, after watching Huantai's play, would you still watch another play exactly the same?

This will be a devastating blow.

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Gao Leng felt free after a lap of socializing, and left the crowd and walked quickly towards Mu Xiao Leng. He was a little worried that Xiao Leng knew about Mu Zhengtang's situation now, after all, some people who had been favored by Mu Zhengtang before still secretly took care of Mu Xiao Leng.

A message is unstoppable.

The dinner was in the front yard, and the back yard was where you stayed. A five-story exquisite hall, Xiao Leng lived in one of the presidential suites in the innermost corner. As soon as he opened the door, Xiao Wei was there, and the two of them were eating happily delicious.

After all, it is a young girl, carefree.

"Xiaowei, you go next door, I have something to talk to Xiao Leng alone." Gao Leng said, Gao Xiaowei nodded obediently, since she is in good health, she rarely uses abilities anymore, animal instincts are more and more in her It was reflected in his body, and Gao Xiaowei, who had completely regarded Gao Leng as his master, stood up and went to the next bedroom without asking anything.

"What's the matter?" Mu Xiaolen's face became serious and became nervous. The matter of Mu Zhengtang has been hanging in her heart. She talked about it with Xiao Shan the other day. It is estimated that the results will come out in the next few days. She got up from the bed and said, "Is it my father..."

Although it was winter and there was snow outside, the room was very warm. Mu Xiaolen looked very charming in a high-cold shirt. I have to say that since taking Mu Xiaolen's body, she has become more and more feminine, but this Shi's femininity oozes with her unique fragility and fear. After walking two steps on the bed, she stood in front of Gao Leng, kneeling on the edge of the bed instinctively, and sat down, looking up at Gao Leng.

There is a trace of luck in fear and anxiety.

Gao Leng couldn't stand Mu Xiao Leng's eyes the most, and he was filled with reluctance.

"Huh?" Seeing Gao Leng didn't speak, Mu Xiao Leng stretched out her hand to hold Gao Leng's hand to her chest, Gao Leng felt her rapid heartbeat under the softness of her Q bomb.

"Yeah." Gao Leng took a deep breath and sat down on the bed. She hugged Mu Xiao Leng, her legs crossed to his waist and she sat on him like this, and Mu Xiao Leng was heard. Some kind of sweet fragrance.

I remember the first time I met her, she was carefree, her eyes never seemed to have tears, but they were also watery, like those of a child. But now that she has gone through the great changes in her family, she still retains her spotless eyes, but there is more tension and fear inside.

Instead of letting others tell Mu Xiao Leng the news, Gao Leng told her himself.

"The internal news I just received, the court will be held in a few days." Gao Leng reached out his hand and stroked her back trying to make her less nervous, but her back gradually stiffened, and his eyes stared at Gao Lenglian. Without blinking, his hands on his chest seem to be afraid to breathe.

"Your father may be sentenced to twenty years and your mother to five years."

As soon as this sentence came out, Mu Xiaolen felt that from the top of the head to the bottom of the foot, and then from the bottom of the foot to the top of the head, a cold current aroused the goose bumps all over his body. Although I have been mentally prepared for a long time, it has been twenty years...

In the eyes of others, the death of corrupt officials is not a pity, but in Xiao Leng's eyes, although his parents made a big mistake, they are the parents after all.

Mu Xiaolen lowered his head, tears falling in large quantities.

Gao Leng hugged her tightly, and Xiao Leng obediently buried her head in her arms and cried silently. Xiao Leng is extremely docile, and this docility can be felt in daily life, in bed, or when holding her. When holding other women, women will always move, or hook your neck to tease or twist your waist.

And Mu Xiao Leng threw himself into the arms of Gao Leng every time, just like a baby in the arms of his parents, full of dependence.

When a woman completely relies on a man, Gao Leng will actually have fighting spirit in his heart, and his instinctive desire to protect is called out, which turns into fighting spirit.

Mu Zhengtang is more than just being punished for making mistakes. The most painful thing is Mu Xiaoling. She is only 21 years old. She will bear the blame from the society at the beginning of her beautiful years.

Gao Leng frowned and stretched out his hand to touch the back of her head: "Don't worry, I will try my best to subsidize the country's losses. He will make a good reform in it and he will be released from prison earlier. You don't have to worry, you don't need to listen to what others say. Especially after the news network and the media have reported this matter, you should not listen to anything."

What he worries most is not the commutation of Mu Zhengtang's sentence, but the large-scale guidance that Mu Xiaolen, who is outside, will face.

If Mu Zhengtang was only arrested and her classmates had rejected her before, then when she was formally imprisoned, the wind that Mu Xiaolen was the daughter of corrupt officials would blow everywhere. School, community, circle of friends, classmates, etc.

She lived too well in the past, which will lead to even worse attacks today.

"Don't listen to what others say about you, and don't worry about your parents' sentence. I will go to mediate. Just remember that you are not only Mu Zhengtang's daughter, but also my woman." Gao Leng said.

All the advantages that Mu Xiao Leng has, piano, ballet, cooking, fluent English, and even beauty, will become the point of attack by others. All advantages will face evaluations like this: his father is a corrupt official, cultivated by greedy money She, tut.

And all of this stems from the high-cold exposure of carrion, which was torn apart layer by layer.

From another point of view, Mu Zhengtang was the original sin that Mu Xiao Leng was pointed at in the future, so high cold was the fuse.

"You..." Gao Leng hesitated, looking at Mu Xiao Leng who was crying in his arms: "Do you blame me? Do you blame me for exposing the carrion case?"

Mu Xiaolen raised his head, his eyes flickered, and his body became more and more rigid.