Chapter 168 Breakup (Part 2)

After a sexual incident, Song Yuanzhe got up and got out of bed and personally helped her sift up the wardrobe.

When will you shoot this broken movie?

The man flipped his fingers and picked up a few of her shirts and skirts, his face getting worse and worse during the movements. Although his tone was gloomy and bad, it was the result of his extreme restraint.

At this moment, Rashen lies on his side with his back to the man, covering the blanket half covering her body, revealing the back of her entire upper body.

Her body is beautiful because of her white skin. Now there are a few more pinched red spots on her waist and hips, which adds a bit of sadness to this beauty.

After Song Yuanzhe asked, the girl looked at the gauze curtain in front of the window with blank eyes, and the physiological tears flowed in the corners of her eyes. After wiping it off, she sniffed her nose and replied for a while:

In mid-February, the big group will go to India, and Group B should have completed the shoot at that time.

More than a month left?

Um.

Too long.

Long?

Luo Shengsheng didn't understand, how could he complain in everything?

The main business of the Song family is to invest in film and television. This person has been influenced by him since childhood and is not a conceptualist in the shooting cycle of normal movies.

In order to make up for the first National Day release, "The Legend of Jian Dong" has quickly compressed the progress to death.

In order to maintain quality, the filming stage of such investment-level movies will not end until the end of March. If nothing goes wrong now, it will be possible to finish filming nearly a month in advance.

Others think it’s too late to be fast, but he still thinks it’s too late?

Don’t come to the crew again to find trouble. I have to work. If this happens every time, what will others think of me?

look for a job?What did I say to make you think I was going to find a problem?

When Song Yuanzhe questioned, he pulled hard and took off the suit he had picked up to give her. He turned around and threw it at Luo Shengsheng.

The tone is fierce and the tone is fierce, but the tone is full of grievance.

This awkwardness is not only uncomfortable for those who speak, but also for those who listen.

Then why are you asking about these?Does it have anything to do with you?

After Luo Shengsheng took a breath, he sat up from the bed, dressed while pushing back with him. On the way, he looked at him without a glance. With an aggressive and questioning tone, he could not see any kind of lover's sympathy.

After falling behind, I was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, a sourness overflowed on the man's nose.

When she was flipping just now, the cabinet was empty and she couldn't find even a piece of underwear to change her. She didn't live in this room, where could she live?

The answer is obvious.

It's just that bad name, he doesn't want to mention it anymore.

Don't live here. I'll help you find a single house nearby and ask Lin Yu to match you with someone to take care of your daily life, so I won't be worried.

It's said that it's taking care of her, but it's essentially just to hire someone to monitor her.

You can do whatever you want.

Luo Shengsheng was too lazy to argue with him. She had no strength to think about how to deal with Song Yuanzhe. She just wanted to end tonight soon, and it would be best to send him away before Cheng Nianzhang came back.

Song Yuanzhe would not be unable to hear this obvious perfunctory.

But he had his own way of persuading himself, and thought that he had never been disliked by this woman. In the past, even though the two of them were so anxious that they were so angry that they still had a good ending.

This time is naturally no exception.

The terribleness of inertia is that it often creates a continuation illusion, but makes people ignore its essence, which originates from the pause of power and the stop of emotions.

He is now dependent on the past and does not hear the present, and is somewhat self-deceiving.

……

Because they were not interested, the two did not stay in 1705 for too long.

Song Yuanzhe booked a terrace restaurant in Dongshankou tonight. It is more than 50 floors high, and can overlook the night view of the entire Guangzhou. The scenery is magnificent and the atmosphere is also excellent.

This restaurant is an internet celebrity store that Lin Yu looked for on social media, and it is all selected according to the current preferences of girls.Both sides have been dealing with each other for the first time, and they have no friendship before, and they don’t know the details.

The boss only knew that the visitor was a character. She used to take over the business of the venue, either to propose marriage or to help celebrate her birthday.

So this time, according to the custom, whether it is the venue or the service, it is a path of grandeur and surprise.

When Rasansheng entered the store and saw the balloons and flowers, his whole body's nerves were tense and never relaxed for a moment.

When each dish is served, she will be extra careful, for fear that the waiter will reveal the small wedding me card pressed by a ring on the tray, or the band will suddenly change, sing and dance, creating jokes called romantic but actually embarrassing.

In fact, not only Luo Shengsheng rejected him, Song Yuanzhe also hated this cheap and falsehood.

He just wanted to be quiet and have a simple meal with her with the scenery. He really didn't want to take the opportunity to scare her. Now that the store is so clever, the atmosphere becomes more and more stiff.

Time is hard to bear every second. After eating a few bites of the appetizer like chewing wax, Rashen looked at the face and slowly lowered the knife and fork.

I want to go to the bathroom.

When the man heard the words, he raised his fork to deliver food and half a pause in the air. After lowering his eyes, he finally replied to her, "Go," which was considered as an agreement.

When the woman disappeared, Song Yuanzhe gave a wink into the room. Lin Yu nodded and understood, and walked towards him.

Mr. Song, what orders are you giving?

Song Yuanzhe put down the uneaten red meat, drank champagne and cleared his mouth, purified his hands with a wet wipe, turned the ring, and asked quietly:

Is there any movement for the surname Cheng tonight?

He asked Cheng Nianzhang.

Two and a half minutes ago, I heard that the banquet was just over. Zhang Wandi had left in a hurry when he left the table, refuting Nanlinwan's considerable face.There is no one around him now. Wherever he went there, there is no news about me.

oh?He is good at dancing.

After sleeping with the younger ones, I still don’t forget to please the older ones.

Mr. Song asked you, do you need his help to deal with it?

If it could be handled cleanly, he wouldn't have let him get into the cracks a few years ago and climbed to his current position.My brother just wanted to use my hand to remove a thorn.He really thinks I, Song Yuanzhe, is stupid?Will you take on such dirty work that is difficult to wipe your butt for a woman?

After saying that, Song Yuanzhe picked up the napkin, wiped his mouth, turned his head to glance at Lin Yu, his eyes shining sharply.

He has his own pace of doing things, and under the disguise of the playboy, there have never been any trade-offs and actuarials.

Here is Miss Luo...

What's wrong with her?

Lin Yu frowned. When he asked this, the words came to his mouth, but suddenly he didn't know how to answer.

nothing.

I am better than anyone else in Rashangsheng’s virtue.She always has this accent. You have followed me for so long, and I think you have seen a lot of them.Forget it, even if outsiders cry, are you going to make things difficult for me now?

This was said in a very slight tone.

He rarely shook his face with Lin Yu, so he should be really upset at the moment, so there is no taboo to say anything.

Song Yuanzhe understood some things better than anyone else, but as long as the whole world was willing to lie to him, the fake ones might not become true.

The waiter who had been waiting at the dining table for a long time saw that the guests did not continue chatting. He picked up the tray on his hand, stretched out his vest, turned around and walked around to deliver the meal.

Sir, sorry to bother. This is a pan fried tape, please enjoy it slowly.

After he put down the dish, he did not rush to retreat.

Song Yuanzhe glanced at him weirdly.

Is there anything wrong?

Sir, this is the case. The lady who came with you just asked me to hand this over to you.

The waiter took out his pocket and took out a ring connected to three rings.

There is a small card for regular customers to propose on the tray, and the cover is a pink heart.

He didn't pay attention to these details just now. When the waiter took out the ring and placed it on the small card, Song Yuanzhe finally realized something was wrong.

He didn't touch the ring, but only pulled out the small card and spread it out with a slight trembling hand.

Where is her...people?

Although the waiter didn't know what was going on, just listening to the guest's mute tone, you knew something was wrong.

The lady had already gone downstairs and left. She said she was here to invite you for this meal. The front desk has posted the bill. She also added a cup of freshly prepared Jintangli to the menu. Let me wish you a happy meal.

Oh.

The man shook his hand and threw the small card away.

After laughing, he pursed his lips, turned his head to avoid everyone's sight, and faced the dazzling night view outside the terrace. A little misty appeared in front of his eyes, blurring the lights, and the night color was empty and turned into a phantom.

Seeing this, Lin Yu waved his hand and held the waiter back.

He bent down and picked up the small card on the ground. After opening it, it was filled with the elegant handwriting of Luo Shengsheng.

Yuanzhe, let’s break up and wish you all the best in the future.

With more than ten words, the writing force is paused and sluggish, it is not difficult to see the writer's intention.

Um.

A heart-killing heart.