The ward looked extremely quiet, and the fluttering light and shadow overlapped outside the window and fell on the end of Fu Shijin's hair, making it extremely gentle and moving.

She was so confident, leaning on the hospital bed and showing a little smile, knowingly asked and pretended to be ignorant: "Is there anything wrong with Miss Shi who came to see me?"

Shi Qingyue's eyebrows frowned, like a teased bird, tumbling in her palm, and she felt a tingling pain every step she took.

"Shi Jin, don't you know?"

The court summons were all passed to her hand, how could she not know.

Fu Shijin seemed to find it so funny, and his pale face revealed a cold smile, saying, "I don't know."

The sun turned in the ward, shone through the curtains and through the green plants on the windowsill, and fell between the gloomy eyebrows and eyes of the person. Shi Qingyue's hands were tight and tight, and his eyes were complicated and obscure when he raised his head.

"What can you do to let me go?"

"What am I going to do?" The smile of the person on the hospital bed widened little by little, still showing a gentle and elegant appearance, but mocking very much, "What do you think I want?"

"Isn't it enough?" Shi Qingyue's hands became tighter and tighter, and even his breathing gradually became quicker and obscure. "Let He Chenchang step on my upper position, use me, hold your new lover, and go to court, it's not enough. ?"

"You are, do you have to ruin me to be reconciled?"

When she said this, she spoke fast and anxiously, as if the pain had reached the extreme and finally collapsed, and the whole person was trembling slightly.

Fu Shijin should appreciate her desperate attitude, like a real winner.

But the heart's uncontrollable colic, clearly showing her intolerance and distress.

How ridiculous, Shi Qingyue never felt sorry for her when she had nothing.

"Otherwise?" Fu Shijin leaned forward slightly, his eyes were as cold as a falcon, expressing mockery, "Do you think I'm softhearted?"

Do you think it was still in the past, when I was willing to do everything for you?

"You know in your heart that if I publicize this matter..."

Shiqingyi’s traffic is as high as the sky now, but the traffic is also the most illusory thing. Today can ride on the wind and tomorrow can also take advantage of the trend. Fans are the least affectionate. The entertainment industry is renewed so fast and it is dazzling.

"And it's during the filming of "Dangerous Building"," Fu Shijin has gradually calmed down after the initial shock, his voice seems to be tempted, "You have an accident and the crew will have to pay liquidated damages. You forgot, we signed the contract. Yet?"

The squishy eyes flowed slightly, and they were all beautiful and gentle.

The investment in "Dangerous Building" is as high as hundreds of millions, and the agreement signed at the beginning is very high. The net profit of Shi Qingyi in the past two years can pay back the money that has been embezzled by Fu Shijin. The rest cannot pay the huge liquidated damages at all. Bear huge debts throughout his life.

As we all know, the biggest investor in "Dangerous Building" is the Fu family.

From the beginning, this was a huge scam, just to force her into such a dilemma.

Shi Qingyue understood after only a little thought, his face was pale, and his fingers were tightly clenched.

After a long while, he asked in a low voice and obscurely: "Then Fu Yinghou, what do you want me to do?"

Now that she has arranged to this point, she must have something to do, she lowered her head, trying to give herself some leeway.

"As long as I finish filming "Dangerous Building", I will retreat by myself and never set foot here again. I will completely disappear from Fu Yinghou's sight, okay?"

It was almost sunset outside the window, and the orange halo fell on her face, revealing a kind of harmless and pitiful, Fu Shijin's fingers on the spine of the book moved for a while and landed on the edge of the page, sharply calling her fingertips suddenly. It hurts.

"Okay, if you take care of me for a while as a cow and a horse for my revenge, I will let you go and let you fly away, how about?"

Shi Qingyue's pupils trembled violently for a moment, and his throat rolled slightly. The whole person was incredibly unbelievable, as if a mask that was extremely disguised was torn out of a gap relentlessly: "You are not, do you already have He Changchang? "

She already has He Ching, why does she need herself?

"Yes," Fu Shijin resisted the pain in his heart, and smiled slowly in the setting sun. "Shi Qingyue, don't you think I'm asking for peace? It's just revenge."

She said so sure, as if she was watching a particularly ironic joke, but at the moment she was speaking, she saw the gray face of the person on the other side.

Shi Qingyue’s hands hidden behind her suddenly loosened, and the thermos barrel fell to pieces on the ground, and hot soup splashed on her body. In May and June, she only wore a white skirt, revealing an extraordinarily slender and slender body. Calf.

Her skin is white, but it will be red after splashing on it for a while.

She stood there stiffly, her face faded away, she didn't look like a living person, and every breathe seemed like a dying struggle.

Without raising his head, only his eyelashes quivered like a helpless butterfly in the wind and rain. It took a long time to speak dumbly.

The voice was sad and low, as if he was interrogating Fu Shijin, and as if he was laughing at himself.

"Fu Shijin, are you heartless? Rich people like you think that as long as you buy with money, you can trample the sincerity of others on the ground at will, right?"

"As long as you pay enough price, anything will do, right?"

She just stood there, her whole body seemed to be shrouded in despair, tears fell drop by drop, smashed to the ground, and mixed with the hot soup on the floor.

"Why do you think I will share you with other people?"

Fu Shijin didn't expect her to have such a big reaction. Her brows frowned, and she couldn't speak for a while.

In the past, Fu Shijin had to go to comfort her even if her legs were gone, but now she has a good time to look down at her pain.

"Shi Qingyue, don't you think it's funny?" Fu Yinghou's eyebrows rose up in the sun. She propped up her chin with one hand, and the end of her eyes was filled with small smiles, but there was no temperature, and it was cold. Frightening.

"Isn't it because you first climbed into my bed for resources and then abandoned me?"

How come to denounce her now?

"Why are you embarrassed to torture again and again half-heartedly, but want others to treat you consistently."

Don’t you think this is a dream?

Shi Qingyue seemed to want to pull his legs away, but finally did not take a step. He lifted his eyes wet with tears, not knowing who he was laughing at: "It turns out that you have always thought of me that way."

What do you think of her? Fu Shijin didn't react. The person opposite already closed his eyes: "I agree."

"Fu Shijin, you must remember what you said."

Let me go after the torture.

Fu Shijin didn't bother to entangle her tricks, and when the goal was achieved, he smiled slightly: "Of course."

I say torment is happy until I get tired, but how can I get tired? I have to live forever, entangled with you.

This negotiation seemed to be a complete victory for Fu Shijin, but it was not until the conversation stopped that she found that the over-sharp page had cut her index finger, and the blood was dripping down the index finger and dripping onto the page that had just been unsealed.

"Come here." She leaned on the bed tiredly and frowned a little.

Shi Qingyue stood there for a long time before closing his eyes and opening them again, as if he had accepted his fate and walked over.

The opening cut by the pages of the book is still bleeding, showing the unrest in the minds of the seemingly strategists.

She squatted by the bed and picked up Fu Shijin's hand, and heard the voice of lethargy.

"Contained."

Shi Qingyue: "..."

After all he succumbed, the sweet smell of blood spread in his mouth, and the moist tongue tip gently swept across the wound.

Maybe it was because she used to prune the roses in the garden and kept them in her hands, and formed her bad habit. Maybe it was because of other things.

Fu Shijin felt a little pain in his heart, and some fragmented images flashed in his mind.

The sun was fine, and the woman half-leaning on the chair closed her eyes slightly, her fingertips were taken into her mouth, her mouth was soft and moist, and a heart was inexplicably involved, tearing pain in the blur.

The white dress was swaying on the ground, and there were hurried footsteps in the distance. The woman's voice was familiar and terrifying, and she asked coldly, "Did Gu let you vomit it out?"

——

The door of the ward was pushed open with a creak, and He Chenchang stared at what was happening inside.

Fu Yinghou leaned on the ward to rest, as if he was exhausted, when the senior was holding Fu Yinghou's fingers...

Heat crept up on her cheeks, and she ran away hastily, her high heels making a messy rhythm on the floor.

Fu Shijin opened his eyes suddenly, and Shi Qingyue also subconsciously withdrew.

Fingers had stopped the blood, Shi Qingyi glanced at the direction He Changshang was running away, and turned around to see Fu Shijin's closed book.

——"Basic Skills of Actor's Artistic Language"

She frowned, her fingers squeezed unconsciously, and her eyes became more complicated.

Fu Shijin, a graduate student in the acting department of a famous college in Huaguo, would certainly not read such a basic book, but the recent acting skills of He Chenchang have caused a headache for Qi Dao.

"Is it for her? I'll give it to her..." Shi Qingyue's voice was particularly dry, and he didn't want to stay here, just want to leave in a hurry.

Without taking off, Fu Shijin pulled his sleeves.

Fu Yinghou closed the book and placed it next to the bed. A tear fell on the back of her hand. She was stunned for a while. She forcibly pressed down the person who was about to leave, and wiped her clean with a tissue. Tears.

Careful to the point of paranoia.

Shi Qingyi tilted his head and said nothing.

"Your acting skills have improved a lot during this time, and you have lost a lot of weight." With cold fingers rubbing the corners of the hot eyes, Fu Shijin leaned in affectionately and kissed the corner of her eyes, but his tone was harsh, "But isn't it? I can still see acting at a glance."

Salty tears rolled down all of a sudden, Fu Shijin chased her pain, licking it bit by bit.

Grasping Shi Qingyue's back with her hands, she almost melted her whole body into the body through flesh and blood. From the outside, she really looked like a pair of lingering lovers. Only Shi Qingyue clearly understood this feeling.

——It's like being entangled by a poisonous snake, her fangs are still against her neck, waiting for opportunities to move at any time.

"Since the acting is so good, continue to pretend to be affectionate, have you done it right?"

I know that you are a heartless person, it doesn't matter, even if you act, you have to act for me for a lifetime.

"You have to act well, and keep acting until I get bored."

——

System: "!!! Host, can Fu Yinghou really tell if you are acting?"

Shi Qingyue's eyes trembled abruptly: "She can't see it."

It was the only time, not so sure.