Chapter 3570 When I Become a Scumbag Actor (Sixty-Six)

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The film king twitched indifferently, smiled, and said softly, "Her present and future can only be with me."

Gentle knife, sharp knife.

Han Zhe had a chest pain, and his fingers holding the cigarette were shaking violently. He didn't know what happened, he knew it, he always knew it.

Whatever happened is just the past.

The lighter was pressed in his hand, and he squeezed his palm, and almost squeezed out every word: "You'd better pray, she is half sincere to you."

Wen Haoqing has never lost in the past twenty years, and has won until today.

so,

"I won't lose." The cold rain blurred the person's vision, and also obscured the dark color in the person's eyes, and precipitated unknown emotions, just like the rising and falling of the tide, swallowing the depths, the words are still noble and courteous, But the knife is fatal: "It's good to do it yourself."

The eight words are straight and straightforward, without any emotion, falling without waves or desires.

When Wen Haoqing left, she didn't support the umbrella that fell on the ground, her back was cold and straight, and her shadow disappeared into the night.

It's still raining.

When Ranbai arrived home, she didn't see Wen Haoqing. Her house was renovated, and Wen Haoqing accompanied her to move again. Usually, Wen Haoqing would leave before she came back every day, but today was a rare occasion.

She went to the study, turned on the computer and checked the mailbox, and dealt with the rest of the work.

About an hour later, I vaguely heard the sound of unlocking the lock, probably Wen Haoqing had returned.

Ran Bai took a sip of coffee, didn't go out to read, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, casually clicked the mouse, stayed in the study for another hour, and finished processing all the emails before closing the computer.

When she passed the living room, she accidentally glanced at the entrance. There was an extra pair of leather shoes on the shoe cabinet, which were soaked in water. It was indeed Wen Haoqing who had returned.

She felt a little weird for no reason.

This weird feeling lasted until she ran into someone who had just come out of the bathroom in the living room.

The actor had just taken a shower, and his bathrobe was a little loose, still stained with moisture, which further accentuated his cold white complexion, his brows and eyes were hazy, warm and beautiful, but the bruises on the side face and the damaged corners of his lips ruined that part Aesthetic, a kind of sadism.

Dyebai's gaze froze.

Wen Haoqing deliberately avoided her when she came back today. She didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but now she seems to have found the reason.

He probably didn't expect to bump into Ranbai like this, he paused obviously, and then nodded to the girl.

"What's wrong with your face?" Ranbai frowned.

It looked like someone had been beaten.

Can Wen Haoqing still fight with others?

Can Wen Haoqing be beaten by others? !

Who has the guts.

"I accidentally dropped it." He said, "It's okay."

He didn't want to talk too much, "rest early."

"Senior, give me another fall?" Ranbai smiled, leaned against the wall beside him, looked at Wen Haoqing casually, and nodded his chin at him, "I want to see who can fall like this."

Wen Haoqing frowned slowly, "Miss Song." He said flatly, "Good night."

It's obvious what it means to reject the topic.

Ranbai's face was expressionless, and she restrained her smile. It was really annoying for her to see the marks on her face. Who can touch someone she can't beat?

She went straight up, grabbed the actor's cold and thin wrist, and dragged him into the room without saying a word.

Wen Haoqing stood on the spot without moving, his brows still calm and indifferent, he lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the girl clasping his hand, he was silent for a moment, demeanor and firm refusal, bit by bit he opened the hand that was dyed white, and he could see He was displeased, but he was still very good-tempered when talking to Ranbai: "I'm tired, how about I accompany you tomorrow."

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"Did I ask you to refuse?" Ran Bai was a little impatient, didn't smile, and the corners of her lips were a little cold, "I'm your benefactor, you don't have the right to refuse, understand?"

It can be called indifferent or even domineering.

Wen Haoqing paused slightly.

"There's no need for tomorrow. Senior, if you don't want to, you can leave today." Ranbai's fingers were still half on Wen Haoqing's wrist, she said calmly, without any hint of euphemism.

There was silence for about two or three seconds.

Ranbai felt his fingers being slowly and forcefully held by someone, and the temperature of the other's palm was astonishingly cold.

"Sorry." He lowered his eyes, "I'm in a bad mood today."

After finishing speaking, Wen Haoqing held her hand, "Didn't you go back to your room?"

Ranbai glanced at him a few times, and hummed.

She dug out the medicine box from the room to apply medicine to Wen Haoqing, and took a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to disinfect it.

The wound on his face seemed to be severely beaten, and he showed no mercy at all. With the addition of a cold white complexion, it was even more shocking. It was very dazzling on the supposedly delicate bone, but unexpectedly there was a kind of taboo and fragility. The desire to abuse, to see him cry.

"Who hit it?" Ran Bai's action was not gentle, and the question was not lukewarm, as if asking casually.

Wen Haoqing was silent and did not answer yet.

Ranbai Danliang opened his mouth, and applied medicine to Wen Haoqing while talking, a little more force, and took a cotton swab to press heavily on the bruise on the corner of his lips: "Senior, you'd better think carefully before answering, I don't have time to listen to nonsense."

There was some numbness and pain in the side face, Wen Haoqing let Ranbai toss, and after quieting down, he said softly: "I'm afraid you might mind."

Ran Bai stopped, and laughed: "Do I mind? What can I mind..."

"Han Zhe?" Ranbai thought of the person she met tonight, and the name flashed across her mind.

"Um."

Wen Haoqing's expression was really calm, even Ranbai couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The original owner really left her a mess.

Don't need to ask again, Ranbai can guess what happened.

"The senior stood up and let him hit him?" The girl leaned over and looked down at the actor, the light shone deep and bright in her pupils: "Won't you fight back?"

"Then will you feel distressed?" Wen Haoqing also asked seriously, looking at Ranbai intently, no one can refuse such a look.

"What do you think?" Ranbai didn't answer the question directly, and continued to give medicine to the movie king.

Wen Haoqing stretched out his hand, hugged the girl's waist, and pulled her into his arms. His jawline just touched Ranbai's shoulder, and let her sit on his lap. He said softly in Ranbai's ear, deliberately softening The voice and the overly gentle tone seemed to please, but also seemed to beg: "Miss Song, can you only love me in the future."

The deep and elegant voice is as mellow as fine wine, with a bit of clear charm, just like the lingering love words when listening to each other, it is easiest to move your heart when you are alone like this.

It's a pity that the target is dyed white.

"The medicine is not on yet," she said.

"But why do I think... this medicine is not very effective." Wen Haoqing smiled, "Why don't you use another method."

Ranbai threw the medicine and cotton swabs aside, stretched out his hand to pinch the man's chin, the skin of the tentacles was more delicate than a woman's, and Ranbai had seen his eyes clouded and smeared with lust, no one could confuse people like that.