Strongest Guard

Only half of the cigarette that Yue Zitong grabbed was left.

After taking a few sips of half of the cigarette, it was gone, but this was enough to stop her from suffering that extremely uncomfortable torture. She lay on the sofa with the extinguished cigarette **** in her right hand and did not move for a long time.

It was as if the fight for this half of the cigarette just consumed her whole body's strength.

After the unspeakable discomfort slowly disappeared, Yue Zitong had not opened his eyes, and tears had already flowed from the corners of his eyes.

She didn't want to cry.

Especially guarding Helan Xiaoxin, who is as beautiful as a peach blossom but like a snake and scorpion, but she can't help but hate her uncomfortable, slowly raising her hands into the hair, grabbing a lot of hair, wishing to pull it off.

She knew very well that at the moment Helan Xiaoxin was allowed to belittle her, she could no longer resist this devil.

At this moment, how much she hoped that the sky would suddenly fall down, smashing her and Helan Xiaoxin into mashed flesh together, without seeing anything, regardless of each other.

It's just that the sky cannot fall, so she has to face reality.

Crying will not play any role except representing the weakness of resignation.

She opened her eyes and saw Helan Xiaoxin staring at her condescendingly, with an evil charming smile, his eyes swept from her body.

Think about it, kick this femme woman, and then grab the fruit knife on the case table, and stabb her into a mess!

But Yue Zitong didn't dare.

It is easy to kill Helan Xiaoxin, but it is difficult to resist No.1.

Unless she kills the stinky woman before committing suicide.

Yue Zitong still didn't want to die, not because she was afraid of death, but because she had too much concern.

What if she is dead, a cowardly mother?

After wiping away the tears with his backhand, Yue Zitong sat up from the sofa, picked up the water cup and raised his head, and drank half a cup of cold boiled water in one sip, then panted slightly: "You, what do you see me doing?"

"I remember that you used to put on your fairy stockings and acted as a leg model on the catwalk with Su Yaqier at the Hosiery Union Conference in Mexico, and it was very successful."

Helan Xiaoxin sat down next to her, took out a wet wipe, and wiped the sweat from her forehead for her.

Yue Zitong's little head tilted, and he stopped moving.

"Why don't you speak?"

After wiping her carefully, Helan Xiaoxin asked softly.

"Since you know, what do you want me to say?"

"Then why don't you think about it, why should I bring it up?"

"You mentioned that one--"

Yue Zitong suddenly understood, and turned to look at her: "You, you want me to replace Han Huiqiao and go to Yanziwan to be a leg model for southern stockings."

"Tongtong, whether it's your appearance, figure, or temperament, it's much stronger than that reckless bitch."

Helan Xiaoxin’s left hand was placed on Yue Zitong’s leg again, and he wandered restlessly: “What’s missing is just the frankness when facing the camera. But I don’t think this is a problem. Pan Hai is One of the most well-known directors in China, with rich experience in directing. And you, you also have almost a whole day to rehearse."

"I'm not going to be a guest leg model anymore."

Yue Zitong stretched out his hand, took out her own cigarette from the case, lit it up, took a deep breath, and coughed violently.

If the relationship between the two is still as close as before, Helan Xiaoxin has not revealed her true nature of the snake and scorpion girl. When Han Huiqiao died by herself and couldn't find a better actress to shoot the commercial, it is really possible for Yue Zitong Will do it himself.

After all, from a legal point of view, the Southern Group is already her industry.

The imminent commercial cannot be filmed. Shouldn't it be her boss who is most anxious?

But she won't now.

Never.

After today's drug addiction was satisfied, she died, and she would not cooperate with Helan Xiaoxin.

As long as Helan Xiaoxin asked, she would resolutely oppose it regardless of the consequences.

"Really not going?"

Helan young rookie frowned slightly, stroking her long-legged hand, and unscrewing it suddenly.

Yue Zitong's eyes trembled in pain, but smiled, looked at Helan Xiaoxin's eyes, and whispered, "No, go."

"Forget it, I won't force you. Anyway, the Southern Group is your man's property, and it's yours. Your mistress is indifferent. Why should I be an outsider in a hurry?"

Helan Xiaoxin smiled faintly, stood up, twisted his waist and walked towards the stairs, raised his hand and yawned, and murmured, "Hey, I didn't sleep well last night, there are always some weird sounds. , It happened to be back to sleep."

When she pushed open the bedroom door, Yue Zitong's voice came from behind: "You broke your promise."

Helan Xiaoxin turned her head and smiled and said, "Yes, I broke my promise. So what? Who else would say that I broke my promise except you? Haha, you that stinky man who is fascinated by my beauty Is it? He is qualified to say. But, the premise is that he dares to come back to Qingshan."

Yue Zitong's face turned blue and white, and it took a while before she said dumbly: "Helan Xiaoxin, you will not be dead."

"When I walked on this road, I knew that I would not be dying. Would you like to remind me?"

Helan Xiaoxin smiled and asked, "How about you? Tongtong, will you die?"

"I, I will not die."

Yue Zitong slumped down on the sofa dejectedly, and a thin cold sweat came out on his forehead.

"From this point of view, we are a dead man. So why do you insist on too much uselessness and let yourself live so tired?"

Helan Xiaoxin raised his right hand, and his fingers hooked like snakes: "My dear, three poles in the sun are just a good time. Come, let my sister love you well, and let you taste what you have never had before----"

Before she finished speaking, Yue Zitong suddenly bent over and stretched out his hand, grabbed the fruit knife, and slammed it all out!

Swish----with a soft sound, the shimmering fruit knife rubbed the hair of Helan Xiaoxin's left ear and pierced it into the solid wood door panel. It was three centimeters deep, and the handle of the knife trembled quickly and lightly. There was a humming sound.

"Good knife technique."

Helan Xiaoxin didn't even blink his eyes. He stretched out the tip of his bright red tongue, swept his upper lip, and repeated with a smile: "I'm really good at swordsmanship, I learned it. But don't be proud, wait for the evening----ha, Haha."

In her wild laughter, the door slammed shut.

If she was a man, she would say in a wicked and awe-inspiring tone that when she asked Yue Zitong to do anything at night, she would still be considered "deserved of her name", but she was clearly a woman.

She just said that, it proved that she had confidence and let Yue Zitong understand it.

Yue Zitong didn't smoke last night, but he smoked just now, only half of it.

Half a cigarette, it means that the addiction she has developed by Helan Xiaoxin will start earlier than last night.

Under the addiction that could not be countered, Yue Zitong would give up all dignity and beg Helan Xiaoxin, and would rather pay all the price that she could pay, she would agree.

But what will happen to Helan Xiaoxin?

Suddenly, Yue Zitong thought of the props found in the cabinet when she searched her room last time, and her stomach immediately regurgitated, especially Helan Xiaoxin’s laughter, which was still going back and forth in the living room like an invisible demon. Reverberating.

He quickly covered his mouth with his hands, ran out of the living room barefoot, squatted on the steps with his mouth wide open, and retched vigorously.

But nothing came out, only tears poured down again.

"I can't cry. Yue Zitong, why do you always like to cry now? You have to be strong and never let this demon girl watch your jokes."

Yue Zitong slowly sat on the steps, wiping his eyes vigorously, and constantly encouraging himself, forcing himself to be strong, not to be weak in front of the demon girl.

Ding ding dong dong, a cell phone ringing in the living room behind.

The familiar melody is Yue Zitong's cell phone ringing.

She didn't want to answer the phone.

She just wanted to sit here, staring at her toes in a daze, preferably suddenly becoming a stone statue, no more pain.

"No, it can't be like this. Yue Zitong, they all say you must be strong and can't let the demon girl watch you make a joke, right?"

After taking a deep breath and spit it out again, Yue Zitong stood up and turned around and walked quickly into the living room.

It was a strange call from Qingshan.

The ringtone broke, and the phone number was displayed on the screen. She had already called her phone three times.

In this case, it is not a harassment call.

He raised his head and glanced at the door of Helan Xiaoxin's bedroom on the second floor, still closed.

It seems that she really went to bed and said that she no longer cares about advertising, so she no longer cares.

The phone vibrated the fourth time, and it was the strange number.

Yue Zitong hesitated, put on his shoes and walked out of the living room to the front of the car, then answered the phone and asked faintly: "Hey, who are you?"

No matter how humiliated she was by Helan Xiaoxin at home, she didn't want to show the slightest strangeness in front of outsiders.

It is still that proud President Yue, the last dignity of Yue Zitong.

"Mr Yue, hello, this is Chen Dali."

A nervous man's voice came from the phone.

"Chen Dali?"

In Yue Zitong's mind, a young man with the image of a lunatic appeared immediately.

"Yes, yes, it's me."

"Oh, did you find anything?"

"Mr. Yue, this is the case. Our Southern Group will shoot a commercial in Yanziwan today----"

The Southern Group will invite the most famous domestic director and South Korean super-class star Han Huiqiao to shoot the commercials on the eve of the Qingshan Fashion Festival. Li Nanfang's confidants have known for a long time.

They have long hoped that this day will come soon and get close contact with popular Asian celebrities, but secondly, the key is that they all know how good commercials can play a role in selling products.

Chen Dali and they looked forward to the stars and the moon, and they finally looked forward to this day.

Before dawn, Li Nanfang's confidants all rushed to the shooting site of Yanziwan, hoping that the sun would rise and the beauty stars would appear soon.

The sun rose on time, but Han Huiqiao did not appear.

With the passage of time, Chen Dali's bad premonition grew stronger and stronger, isn't it not coming?

It turns out that their hunch was extremely accurate this time-when Pan Hai called Helan Xiaoxin, he turned to look at them and shrugged, saying that when the filming was suspended, Chen Dali and others were confused for a moment, immediately Swearing at female sticks for not being creditworthy.

Seeing that the opportunity to expand influence slipped away, Pan Hai was also very depressed.

But no matter how depressed he is, can he take care of it?

Helan Xiaoxin couldn't deal with things that couldn't be settled even if he was a director.

"Director Pan, can't you find a second-rate star?"

Dong Shixiong, who has a calm personality, can resist not asking, but Chen Dali and Wang Defa are unwilling to stop like this.

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