Chapter 8: Come to Your Own Funeral
Mu Yunsheng didn't say a word, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and hung up the phone directly.
Jiang Dushen's parents died early, and the marriage was just a verbal agreement between Jiang Lao and Mu Lao, isn't it his problem that Jiang Lao didn't agree?
Jiang Dushen heard the "beep" sound from his mobile phone, and his unspoken words instantly turned into anger.
He glanced down at the tonic he was carrying, his tongue on his cheeks, as if he was laughing angrily.
Oh, woman.
Sure enough, it's a long temper.
"The eldest lady of ward 302 has been discharged?"
"That's right, what's wrong with the discharge procedures just done?"
"You don't know that when I gave her a quilt yesterday, she suddenly spoke softly and softly as if she had changed into a different person, and said thank you to me, which startled me. ”
"Impossible, right? Didn't you say that you offended her before, and she was particularly difficult to serve?"
"Yes, I still remember the unforgiving gesture she made me apologize for......"
“.........”
Jiang Dushen didn't want to listen to other people's conversations, but his ears were more sensitive when he heard the 302 ward.
He remembered that time Mu Yunsheng's arm was injured, the nurse bandaged her and hurt her, and she made a lot of noise to apologize, so she almost tortured the nurse to kneel down and admit her mistake.
It doesn't look like the same person at all like last night.
The corners of his lips sloped, and a playful smile suddenly appeared.
Mu Yunsheng turned around, and couldn't appreciate the pink room and "her" dressing style at all.
Sure enough, it was completely opposite to her, and letting her be Mu Yunsheng now was really a test of her acting skills.
After familiarizing himself with the room, Mu Yunsheng took a breath and took out his mobile phone to check the accounts.
Logging into her familiar account, as she expected, her account balance tended to be close to zero.
Oh no, a few cards add up to a total of 158 pieces.
The man she loves the most and the agent she trusts the most, they can really do such a unconscionable thing.
Originally, she thought that this kind of thing that would only be played in TV episodes would not happen to herself, but she didn't expect that it would really slap her in the face and even shoot her into hell.
One is her boyfriend who has grown up with Mo for seven years, and the other is an agent who has promoted and cultivated her for many years.
It's really ruthless.
She needs to plan her revenge.
Mu Yunsheng has only been in the circle for two years, but his reputation in the circle is too stinky, not to mention his acting skills, he has committed a big taboo in the circle - he loves to play big names.
Therefore, no one in the circle wants to be her agent, if it weren't for her rich father, she would have been banned a long time ago.
So now, she had to find someone.
A person who can make Mu Yunsheng famous in the entertainment industry and quickly become popular.
Following.
Mu Yunsheng changed his medicine and went out early.
The bleak winter wind blew the earth in a deep haze, and a sad atmosphere spread through the city.
From a distance, a group of people gathered in the hall, and the loudest voice belonged to her boyfriend who seemed to be affectionate.
Coming to my funeral, this feeling is really indescribable.
She chuckled, the slightest hint of mockery.
Mu Yunsheng walked into the lobby and looked at the dark gray photo for a few seconds before bowing three times.
Zhuang Shengnan stood beside Gu Tingyun, as if from a woman's unique intuition, and she looked at the extremely tightly wrapped person in front of her with a defensive look.
Because of her head injury, she deliberately wore a hat to cover it when she went out, and as an artist, sunglasses and masks are a necessity for going out, and it is impossible not to wear them.
Mu Yunsheng took off his sunglasses and mask, and launched an innocent smile, "Hello male sister, I'm Mu Yunsheng." ”
Zhuang Shengnan, who saw her face clearly, relaxed his guard, but frowned slightly, "Oh, I know you." ”