Chapter 1817 Attacked

Mrs. Zhou looked at her granddaughter lovingly and asked in a low voice, "Xing'er, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I want to be an actor as good as Hepburn, grandma, tell your grandfather, I don't want to learn costume design, I want to learn drama performance, why is it bad to be an actor?" Zhou Xinger whispered coquettishly. ◢Щщш.sUimEnG.lā

At the age of thirteen, she watched a movie called "Roman Holiday", and was deeply attracted by the noble, lively, lovely and beautiful princess Hepburn. She went to search all Hepburn's movies to watch. Hepburn became her life goal.

I vowed to become a successful actor like Hepburn in the future!

But the biggest resistance came from Zhou Zihua.

Because Zhou Zihua believes that the actors are inferior and can't be on the stage, how can his granddaughter become an actor?

The Sunshine Avenue he arranged for his granddaughter is to become a fashion designer, with a high social status, and it is easy to find a high-quality husband, which is the most suitable career for girls.

Mrs. Zhou was shaken and dizzy, she pulled her hand out, and said helplessly, "I also think the actor is not good, why do you want to be an actor?"

Zhou Xing'er's little face suddenly collapsed. It was pitiful. Madam Zhou's heart softened. She squeezed her face lightly and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I'll go back and talk to your grandfather."

"Thank you grandma, grandma, you are the best, I love you to death..." Zhou Xinger kissed Mrs. Zhou several times, drooling over her face, and Mrs. Zhou's eyes were full of smiles.

The musical was finally over. All the actors bowed to the audience on the stage to thank them. The audience stood up and clapped excitedly. The theater was very noisy.

Zhou Xing'er clapped her hands very hard, but she still had some regrets and said to herself, "It's a pity that Xiaoyu didn't come to watch, she also likes watching musicals very much!"

Mrs. Zhou's expression changed slightly, and she asked sharply, "You told Guan Xiaoyu about watching the opera? Didn't I tell you not to reveal your whereabouts to anyone during this time?"

Zhou Xinger was taken aback. It was the first time her grandmother was so cruel to her. She aggrieved and defended, "Xiaoyu, she won't hurt me..."

Mrs. Zhou glanced at her in disappointment. She had no time to teach her a lesson. The feeling of unease came up again. Mrs. Zhou immediately stopped and shouted to the subordinate beside her: "Hurry up and drive the car over, as soon as possible!"

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The theatre suddenly fell into darkness,

The screams were endless, and Zhou Xinger wanted to scream, but Madam Zhou covered her mouth. ..

"Don't bark, follow grandma, remember, no matter what happens, don't bark or cry."

Mrs. Zhou's voice was stern, and Zhou Xinger nodded vigorously, tears hanging on her eyelashes, not daring to fall.

It rang a few more times, the voice was very dull, and it seemed like something pierced into the flesh. Mrs. Zhou's heart sank to the bottom. She called her subordinate's name a few times, but no one answered.

It means that all the bodyguards she brought have been plotted. Mrs. Zhou is an old Jianghu, and she quickly realized that something was wrong. She suddenly looked at Zhou Xinger's back, only to see that someone had taken a phosphorescent powder on her back. The handprints emit a faint blue light in the dark.

She hurriedly grabbed her bag and slapped Zhou Xinger on the back, as well as her own, and poked her waist, trying to hide their whereabouts from the seat, but in vain, they were quickly caught.

When Zhou Zihua learned that the news arrived, the theater was in disarray. The people he sent to protect all died, and his wife and granddaughter fell into the hands of the enemy.