In the crew of "Ups and Downs in Troubled Times", Zhao Yinger took her mobile phone and found the producer Ouyang Mingzhu angrily, looked at the mobile phone, and it was like a deflated balloon, shriveled down.

"What's wrong?" asked Ouyang Mingzhu.

"Look at how badly we've been scolded. Zhao Yinger handed the phone to Ouyang Mingzhu.

She and Ouyang Mingzhu have been good friends and best friends since childhood. Ouyang Mingzhu used the power and funds of his family to become an investor and a producer. And Zhao Yinger just thinks it's fun to be a star, and she came out to be an actor when she was bored.

It's just that such a combination does complement each other, Ouyang Mingzhu goes to find a play, Zhao Yinger goes to act, or Zhao Yinger goes to act, and Ouyang Mingzhu invests. In just half a year, Zhao Yinger has taken on several plays, although they are not good, but compared to newcomers, this is already a great beginning. Therefore, it is only half a year younger, but Zhao Yinger is comparable to Yang Yunruo, a newcomer who has struggled for several years and is still taken care of by Ouyang Mingyue.

Because of these, when Ouyang Mingzhu found Zhao Yinger and asked her to cooperate in acting in a scene, although she felt that this was wrong, she still accepted Ouyang Mingzhu's request.

Looking at the poem on her phone, Zhao Yinger was in a very bad mood, like she had done something wrong and was pulled out and roasted under the scorching sun. No one will like this, no one will like the darkest side of their hearts to be exposed in front of others, it's just that for Ouyang Mingzhu, or for Yang Yunruo, she can't hate it after all, because she is weak and short of breath.

She should have done a good job of Yang Yunruo's revenge, but Zhao Ying'er didn't expect that this revenge would come so quickly, or so violently, so nakedly, it would tear up all her disguises at once, and it seemed that that the poem was a mockery and contempt for him.

"What is despicable is the pass of the despicable, what is the gilded sky, full of the crooked reflections of the dead, what is the glacial age, why is there ice everywhere? What is it insinuating, making me feel as if I have done something heinous" Zhao Ying'er said with some grievances, her little face was a little red. "Isn't it just to frame him once, is it necessary to retaliate like this?"

After speaking, Zhao Ying'er sighed softly again, and there was a sense of loss in her heart. Isn't it despicable that I framed him, it's not wrong, I'm such a despicable and hypocritical.

"This man, it's really stingy. Zhao Yinger said with a smile, but tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. The breathing under the heavy air pressure became a little rapid.

Ouyang Mingzhu looked at the poem on the phone, and silently muttered in his heart, the poem is very good, just like an ice edge that goes straight to the heart in summer, pouring a basin of cold water on people in their sleep, a trembling, a palpitation, just like someone pointing at his nose and scolding himself for being despicable.

With this literary brilliance, Ouyang Mingzhu is writing a big costume in his heart, and with this poem, he has the confidence to leave a name in history. It's just that you shouldn't call your sister Widow Mo in front of everyone at the Thousand Flowers Awards. If you don't call your sister Widow Mo, how can I be so despicable as to let Ying'er frame you, if you don't call my sister Widow Mo, we may all be a family, and in the future, I will call you brother-in-law. Everything, it's not your own fault, what face do you have to teach others, what qualifications do you have to teach me.

Ouyang Mingzhu's hand grabbed the mobile phone tightly, using too much force, his fingers became innocent, and his originally white and tender little hands became a little hideous with the green tendons.

Why do you call your sister Widow Mo, why? I don't want to be a mean person. You did it all yourself, you forced it......

Magic City, Lingxiu Villa.

Ouyang Mingyue sat on the sofa, her silk long skirt wrapped around her delicate body, soft, as if her whole person was soft. Curled up on the sofa with her feet and dragging her chin with one hand, her career has been in decline since Yang Yunruo called her widow Mo at the Thousand Flowers Awards. It seems that Widow Mo has become her label, although companies and individuals are doing all kinds of public relations, deleting keywords and posts related to her word Mo. But what can be deleted is always what can be seen, and there is one thing that cannot be seen, and that is the human heart.

Even if there is no news about this on the Internet, there are still people who have seen it, some people have associated it, some people have made it up in their brains, and some people have discussed it, and they all remember it in their hearts. This memory will not be erased, it can only be forgotten by time.

"Yang Yunruo. Ouyang Mingyue murmured softly, they used to be friends, to very good friends, and then to confidants and lovers who have surpassed friends, this relationship is not mixed with utilitarianism, it is just simple. She can see that this is pure simplicity, even if outside of this feeling, she takes care of and carries Yang Yunruo, but this relationship is like that flawless crystal, clean and transparent.

"Meanness is the pass of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble. "You, still won't forgive me?" Ouyang Mingyue thought, her thoughts flying out of the sky. The man who laughed cleanly and transparently, the man who was cautious but daring. It's just, why don't you answer the phone, why don't you come to see me, why don't you give me a chance to explain, why do you call her in front of so many people, widow Mo. Do you know what my heart was like at that time, it was like being torn apart by my hands, torn apart, and let it be lifted back, floating all over the world.

Could it be that in your heart, am I so unbearable? Ouyang Mingyue's face suddenly turned red, and she didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed.

......

Han Chen lay on the big bed, bare with full muscles, and his highlighted yellow hair slid across his chest.

"Meanness is the pass of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble. Han Chen read softly. "Hehe, do you still dare to resist? I'm afraid I don't know how to die. ”

"Who, I don't know what to do. ”

"Hehe, it's none of your business, fleas that will always jump. Han Chen said softly. He had already checked Yang Yunruo's details, a small star of a small company with no background and no relationship, this kind of star, he grabbed a lot of them. Even if he wins the Best Supporting Actor award, what if he is not the best actor, even if he is the best actor, there are still few people who have gone downhill? Since you want to play, how about playing with you. Just like a cheetah, before eating its prey, it will always play a trick, because the prey that comes out of the play is more delicious and delicious.

"I'm a perverted nymphomaniac, and I have the face to say that others are despicable. Manual funny"

Han Chen is a star, a very popular star, his Weibo fans have already exceeded 30 million, he is not short of fame, these companies can solve it. What he lacks is only works, although he has a lot of works, and they are all good, but he can't always produce top-notch works. Because this kind of top-notch does not rely on time, it can rely on money, and sometimes, he relies on a little luck and talent, as well as inspiration. But, even so, he was a bright star, shining on the earth in a dim light.

Everyone who sees this poem is like scolding themselves. Through the retweets of fans, the poem quickly spread throughout Weibo. The whole music world is like a joke in front of this poem, isn't it despicable that a group of people join forces to boycott a person? Although this person is notorious, after all, there is no final decision, the water in the entertainment industry is so deep, do people in the circle believe that Mo Yan is really a pornomanoiac?

It's just that we can doubt you and resist you, but resist, that's your fault, not to mention that you still scold us openly and secretly, believe it or not, let me let my singer friends in Tianhe Entertainment also boycott you. are all in the entertainment industry, who doesn't have a few friends. Originally, most of the music industry was boycotting Mo Yan, but now it's okay, almost the entire music world.

Everyone is reposting Han Chen's Weibo. yes, you're a perverted nymphomaniac yourself, and you have the face to call others despicable.

Yang Yunruo looked at the Weibo that was constantly forwarded, and the countless comments on Weibo that slandered him.

"It's shameless, a nymphomaniac is also qualified to call others despicable?"

"I didn't know how to be blind, why I thought he was handsome."

"Uneducated"

"Get out of the entertainment industry"

"Why did Ouyang Tianhou take a fancy to such a thing?"

For a while, the entire Weibo was swiped by "Yang Yunruo got out of the entertainment industry". It's all on the hot search.

Some people are donkeys, and the more you follow him, the more stubborn he becomes.

Yang Yunruo scratched his ears and cheeks, because he couldn't think of how to refute, so he hesitated for a while, so he had to take it out of context and copy a poem "Fixing the Storm":

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly.

Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes.

Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

After posting Weibo, Yang Yunruo turned off his mobile phone, and it felt good to run away after pretending, if he wasn't afraid of suddenly taking out so many famous legends and didn't know how to explain it, Yang Yunruo really wanted to send out all the poems in his memory or directly back to the hotel, and there was a big wave, it is estimated that the entire network will bow and worship, and he may be made into a mascot doll. It's just that after all, it's better to think about it.