"Han Xiaowolf." The phone was quickly connected, and Lin Mingyue's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

Her voice was able to make Han Shenyan feel relaxed every time, and this time was no exception.

Even if it's just a little bit.

Because this time, what he wants to do will affect the future of the two of them.

He knew so, but he had to do it.

“…… So, I'm sorry, Lin Xiaolu. He finished apologetically, and then waited for Lin Mingyue's response.

Lin Mingyue was silent for a while, and then her voice came from the earphones, "Don't say sorry anymore, I don't want to hear you say these three words to me." And ......"

Speaking of this, Lin Mingyue paused, this matter was not easy for her, "You do it, no matter what, I will support you." ”

Her support surged through Han Shenyan's heart like a warm current, and then spread throughout his body.

"I won't say thank you this time." Han Shenyan said softly.

"Of course you shouldn't say that you performed well, this is my obedient Han Xiaowolf." Even through the phone, he could imagine her arrogant appearance.

"If you really can't be an artist because of this, I can support you." Lin Mingyue continued, with a joking tone, but with some seriousness.

"What are you kidding, I can't be an artist, I'm still a big screenwriter, okay." Han Shenyan shook his head, and his gaze softened.

Lin Mingyue, you are really good like this.

After putting down the phone, he was in a much better mood than before.

Although the things he had to face were a bit heavy as before, being able to get Lin Mingyue's support gave him no worries.

What he wanted to do, what Lin Mingyue promised just now, was naturally not what Jiang Chengguo said, and asked them not to mention his name through Lin Mingyue.

Contrary.

He decided to take the initiative to make public the fact that he was Han Shenyan's ex-husband.

It wasn't a spur of the moment, he thought it clearly.

He knew what he had to lose for this somewhat reckless move. From what Zheng Xiyan is suffering now, you can think of it. Even just now, Lin Mingyue said that if he couldn't be an artist, she would raise him like this, half joke and half serious words.

In fact, he naturally knew that according to what Jiang Chengguo said, it was the most correct and rational approach.

But is it that in order not to be implicated, he is indifferent, and even wants to rub salt in her wounds? Can you be a turtle with a shrunken head?

Perhaps, in the opinion of many, he should have done so. However, he is a man, and besides, this matter is related to him.

So, he really can't do it.

If he could do it, how could he possibly speak up for the rainbow angels in that dark hour?

If he can do this, how can he choose to quit the entertainment industry during the rising period of his career?

For the same thing, everyone's choice is different.

And this time, he made his own choice.

---

Lin Mingyue put down the phone and pursed her lips slightly.

There is some sourness in my heart.

Is this jealousy?

She smiled bitterly, in fact, she knew that this was just a choice he should make, but she still couldn't avoid this sourness in her heart.

Because she cares about him.

She also knew how risky it was for what he was going to do, but now, she seemed to be unable to do anything but pray for him in her heart and, of course, her.

It's just that......

She turned her head to look at the somewhat empty bed.

Sister Xiyan has not come back until now.

She picked up her phone again and dialed the familiar number, only to put it down a little dejectedly after a while, and as before, it was still unanswered.

Sister Xiyan.

We all know that you're in a bad mood and want to be still.

But will we make you feel more burdened and sad?

Don't you believe us?

She looked out the window, where the rain had not stopped since yesterday.

---

The phone rings.

Zheng Xiyan raised her head, it was Lin Mingyue's call.

She didn't pick it up, she didn't dare.

She was really, really scared to hear some of their complaints and dissatisfaction with her from her phone, from the text messages.

If that's the case.

She's really, completely heartbroken.

So, even if she was willing to believe them in her heart, she didn't dare.

"Sister, why don't you just take it, maybe there's something urgent?" On the side, Zheng Xijing took her arm and said softly.

Recently, she has not felt well. First of all, Cui Xue's incident caused a sharp decline in the group's popularity, and finally calmed down, and my sister had such a thing again.

What is this?

Outside the window, the sky was overcast, and the rain had not stopped since yesterday.

"If there's a real emergency, it's going to be the company." Zheng Xiyan shook his head.

"And what are you going to do?"

"What should I do?" Zheng Xiyan turned his head. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I don't know, what else can I do." ”

Zheng Xijing frowned.

yes, now, is there any other way than to wait for this matter to calm down?

There is not a perfect solution to every problem.

I have already said that I am humble.

The rest will have to wait.

Just like at that time, wasn't that darkest period of time also slowly passed?

At that time, she had not yet debuted, and although she was not a party, she also knew their pain. But in the same way, he also knew that during that time, there would be someone who would be by his sister's side to comfort him.

"Sister, you're still hiding it for him, but if he keeps silent, forget it, at least make a phone call to ask, right?" Zheng Xijing said with some indignation.

Regarding Han Shenyan's performance in this matter, she was really disappointed and disappointed.

She wouldn't ask him to speak out in public. She's not that naïve, but, at least, my sister hid it for you, and you didn't call once, did you say it in the past?

You are still the same Han Shenyan I know.

Or is it the Y I know?

"Even if he calls, what can he say. Actually, it's good now. On the contrary, it was Zheng Xiyan who shook his head gently. She is naturally a little lost, but maybe this is the right choice.

For her, and for Lin Mingyue.

It's just that today, for many people, is destined to be a sleepless night.

Just like yesterday.

---

Zheng Xiyan was lying on the bed, flipping through fashion magazines. From time to time, I took out a pen and paper and improvised a drawing. After such a long time, she has become accustomed to using this way to relieve the bitterness in her heart.

I was notified that I would go to the company early tomorrow morning, and I didn't know what it would be.

Zheng Xijing was lying next to her, holding a tablet and scrolling through the web page.

"Oh my God, sister, oh my God, look!" It didn't take long for Zheng Xijing's voice to come from complete surprise.