While news of Jin Di was flying everywhere, Yang Lan was watching TV in her apartment. Thanks to a certain someone, she could not go out for the next few days. As soon as she opened the door, she would see the flashing lights outside, which made her eyes hurt... ...
Her agent canceled her few jobs, but there were more and more partners who wanted to use this opportunity to look for her to shoot an advertisement.
But she rejected all of them.
Ever since she saw Mo Chen that day, she had been alone in her room, pulling the curtains tightly and listening to classical music cds in the dark.
These cds were all violin music.
Her eyes had long stopped crying. Even if she wanted to cry, she couldn't. She didn't know if this was the aftereffects of plastic surgery.
However, if it was, she didn't say anything bad about it.
If she couldn't cry, no one would see her weakness. She could also be a completely bad person.
She looked at the ceiling and suddenly heard a knock on the door from the entrance.
These few days, she had been annoyed by these reporters. She didn't even get up. She directly pulled the blanket over her head and pretended that she didn't hear the knocking.
However, this time, the reporters weren't as tactful as before. After knocking for a while without any response, they still didn't give up. Furthermore, the strength of the knocking was getting stronger and stronger, becoming more and more annoying. It was as if they would continue knocking if you didn't open the door.
The sound of the violin was interrupted and became a mess. Her mood instantly became extremely bad. She directly got up from the bed and thought, no matter whose reporter this is.. I have to teach them a lesson this time.
Anyway, I'm not a good person anymore. Even if I'm photographed like this, the next day, that man will probably use other methods to turn it into another kind of marketing advertisement, right?
Yang Lan was already tired of it.
This kind of boring life.
But... ...
She still had to continue.
"Enough! Which television station are you from... "
She suddenly opened the door. The door was not as crowded as she had imagined. There was only one man standing at the door. The man's tall figure cast a dim silhouette.
Yang Lan's face instantly turned black.
Her tone was filled with disdain.
"Why is it you? "
The newcomer was carrying a lunch box from a high-class restaurant. When he heard this sentence, his expression turned a little ugly. After a long while, he finally said something stiffly.
"Miss Yang, do you want me to stand at the door like this? "
"Miss Yang? "
When she heard this address, Yang Lan suddenly understood. Although this man had the same face, he was not the man she had seen before... ...
The disgust in her heart lessened a little, but she still felt a little awkward.
Although she did not want him to enter her room, this man was her breadwinner after all. After some thought, she turned her body to the side and let him in.
This man looked much thinner than when she had seen him before. She knew that she did not need to feel sorry for a person like the white ghost. The two of them had come together partly because of her hatred, and partly because.. It was all because of this man.
Although she was cooperating with him, it did not mean that she approved of what this man had done.
She did not like him. "Mr. Lu, you have come here today. You must have something to do, right? Where are the reporters at the door? "