The celebration was originally planned to last for three hours, but many of the company's big names left the venue early, and ended in a hurry in less than an hour and a half. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

First, Liu Yiyi's job-hopping news, Chen Xinyi's departure announced the termination of the contract, and then the masked dark horse inexplicably announced that he was going to take an ordinary path, and the reincarnation band followed closely after announcing that he was going to take a long vacation.

The directors were in no mood for a long time, so they directly called out the head of the artist department management and scolded him. The people in the public relations department also urgently stayed up late to write public relations scripts, wanting to calm down the bad public opinion influence of the actress jumping ship.

In addition, Han Qing and Xu Shuheng, who were called by the director, did not appear in the director's office at all.

The smoking room on the top floor of Nebula is full of smoke, and even an old smoking gun will probably escape from it.

"Who the hell is she, and you still want to hide it from me?" Xu Shuheng held an eye that was about to burn out in his hand, and pinched his tight eyebrows with two fingers, "What do you mean by being here for eleven years?"

Even if he doesn't go to the company's files, how many female artists have been in the company for eleven years, he knows it clearly in his mind, and he can count it on one hand.

The answer is imminent!

Han Qing sat on the sofa, sliding his mobile phone screen, and more than a dozen cigarette butts had fallen in the ashtray next to him.

Xu Shuheng almost punched the sofa beside him, "You still don't speak!"

Han Qing frowned and slapped off the cigarette ash that fell on his shoulder with his hand, "Shouldn't you ask your own artist these questions?"

Xu Shuheng's eyes were on fire, "You know, what I hate the most, you know it!"

"I'll say it again, I'll ask her myself. Han Qing raised his eyes, the dark darkness inside was about to condense ice cubes, "I didn't force you to be anyone's agent, if you don't want to, you can not do it." ”

“…… Fuck it!"

Like a trapped beast, his eyes were red and he lost his mind, even if the cigarette butts had already burned and burned to his fingers, Xu Shuheng didn't feel anything.

He punched and punched on the leather couch, smashing out holes one after another!

The endless venting is like a flood walk, drowning the anger of the whole person!

And Han Qing also received a message at this time, and after he frowned and clicked on it, his face became a little darker.

"I'm going to change my name, I'm going to go through the formalities tomorrow, and I'll be called Lin Rong in the future." Masked duck, Lin Yourong died today...... This is not an application, just an inform. ”

Reaching out and pressing his eyebrows, he spat out a mouthful of scorching smoke, Han Qing's whole person was as if it was frozen, revealing the anger that no one should enter.

"In addition, I will convince Liu Yiyi to stay in Nebula. Don't thank me, I'll go to the barracks tomorrow and follow my ...... Say goodbye to the former agent. FROM: Lin Rong"

Han Qing tore off the tie on his neckline, pressed the cigarette between his fingers into the black ashtray next to him irritably, and twisted it vigorously before standing up and walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Xu Shuheng's eyes were red.

"Go home. Han Qing rolled his eyes.

"Damn, you're still in the mood to go home now!

Han Qing's footsteps stopped, and his deep eyes glanced at him, "Why can't you sleep?"

"it!"

"Liu Yiyi, your artist just said that she was in charge of it. As for your question, she also sent a message just now. ”

"Damn!

"When you leave, turn off the lights and remember to lock the door. ”

“…… it!"

"You have her own contact information," Han Qing held the doorknob and looked back at him, "You don't dare to ask her yourself?"

“…… I—How could I...... Don't dare ......"

The moment the door closed, Xu Shuheng, who was blushing and his eyes were red, finally kicked the coffee table in front of him, directly kicked the ashtray to the ground, and smashed it!

Lying on the couch that had been smashed out of several holes, he reached out to cover his scarlet eyes, and a wry smile overflowed from his mouth.

Can't.

He really didn't dare.

It has been more than 100 days since she first appeared on the show.

From the beginning of the strange, but slowly familiar, the feeling of déjà vu, kept popping up, constantly reminding him of a cruel truth, but he suppressed it again and again, telling himself that it was just an illusion.

Seeing her standing on the stage, singing so desperately, pure, clear, elegant, and sentimental, people can't help but move their hearts and cry and heartache.

Tell myself again and again that they are just similar, how can they be the same person!

Can such a filthy woman write such soul-washing, arrogant and clean lyrics?

Even if she was struck by a lightning bolt, suddenly opened her mind, had these talents in her head, and wrote these things, could she abandon those delicate voices and sing the voice of this soul?

Her singing voice abandons all skill, only the endless feelings that are poured out, and the sincerity is intoxicating.

Is this really the same person?

He preferred to believe that she was a character fabricated from ethereal legends!

How was he going to ask......

Tell the fans that the person you laugh beautifully, tell the little newcomers, how to sing, and interpret their songs, is the slut who abandons all dignity and tramples on everyone's hearts......

He really didn't dare to think about it.

"Probably Lao Tzu is dreaming again, this dream is damn so real, damn it!" Xu Shuheng fell crookedly on the sofa and threw away the vibrating mobile phone in his pocket.

**

In the dark night, Lin Rong, who was wrapped in a pure white down jacket, rushed home despite the opposition of the little assistant.

Maybe the eldest aunt is about to report to work, or has she been in this weird world for too long, and she has collapsed so easily?

Lin Rong shook her hand to open the door with the key, and after several trembling and unsuccessful unlocking, she stood in this empty corridor and suddenly felt a little dazed.

This isn't her real home, and she doesn't know how long it will be hers.

Is it that after saving Lin Yourong and failing to save herself, everything here no longer belongs to her?

I'm so confused and don't know what to do next......

Nothing can be recognized, no matter whether you wear a mask or take it off, you can't let everyone see the real Lin Rong.

So, what is the value of her existence?

The keychain in her hand slipped from her hand, and there was a crisp sound, which was very piercing in the silent corridor, and her soul trembled.

The whole world can't agree with her, even if she works extremely hard, even if Lin Yourong is finally whitewashed one day......

They didn't know that her name was Lin Rong and she was a completely different person.

Slowly squatting down, his hands helplessly encircled his shoulders, Lin Rong buried his mask-wearing face deep in his trembling chest.

She was like a winged girl who had lost her way in the mortal world, shivering and overwhelmed on a cold winter day.

When Xue Jingtian walked into the corridor, he saw this picture.