Zhou Yumin's tone was still as plain as water, but the disgust and disdain in his eyes were clear, and he casually threw the teacup on the floor, and the teacup fell apart with a crisp cracking sound.

Zhao Yu'er was so frightened by this voice that she didn't dare to howl anymore, she just covered her embarrassed face and didn't dare to move and lay on the ground.

"Why is it still on the ground?" Zhou Yumin seemed to have just found Zhao Yu'er lying on the ground, so he stretched out his hand in disgust and pulled her up, "Cool!" Get up! ”

Zhao Yu'er trembled, wanting to avoid Zhou Yumin's hand, but she didn't dare, so she had to let him pull herself up and stand trembling in front of her.

Zhou Yumin dusted off the dirty stains and water stains on the fox's fur for her, and smiled: "You can move anyone, but you shouldn't move the wind Siniang!" ”

Zhao Yuer was startled when she heard this, her apricot eyes widened, and she looked at Zhou Yumin, who was still looking like a devil in front of her, she opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be plugged, and she couldn't make any sound, so she could only watch Zhou Yumin stand up straight slowly, take out a small and delicate pistol from his pocket, and then smile at herself.

"No...... Don't ......"

Zhao Yuer's voice stopped abruptly, her whole body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground. The hole in her chest was cold for a while, she couldn't feel the pain anymore, but she felt that the heat in her body was losing little by little with this hole, and she couldn't speak, just opened a pair of beautiful eyes, looked at the black and shiny leather shoes on Zhou Yumin's feet, and slowly walked out, leaving her sight.

Her body twitched incessantly, gradually cold. It's just that the consciousness has not been completely lost, she can still clearly feel that she was rolled up with a mat, and then thrown out heavily, and the sound of heavy objects falling from time to time overhead came from time to time, she knew that this was going to be buried, she wanted to cry and cry, to prove that she was still alive, she didn't want to be buried, but she couldn't make any sound.

She will not understand until she dies why Zhou Yumin, who has always been obedient to her, would suddenly shoot herself, and what she doesn't understand is why she can move anyone but can't move Feng Siniang......

After that, what did Tan Yi do, Feng Siniang didn't ask, but when she went to Fengling's class three days later, the backstage had been newly decorated, and even everything had been replaced with brand new ones, which were still placed as usual, as if the catastrophe of that day had not happened at first glance.

Not only that, Zhou Yumin also asked Tan Yi to hand over a silver ticket worth 5,000 taels, and also handed over a letter, Feng Siniang stuffed the silver ticket into her arms, and threw the letter directly into the brazier, which was burned to ashes in an instant.

"Sister Feng, why don't you take a look?" Tan Yi was eating roasted sweet potatoes and asked her strangely.

"What's there to see? The cuckoo is dead, even if he says it wildly, and there is no proof of his death, why should I look at the lies he made up? ”

Tan Yi pressed a piece of steaming sweet potato meat into his mouth, and after listening to her words, he said very disapprovingly: "Sister, I didn't say you, maybe Boss Zhou and Miss Du's death has nothing to do with it?" ”

"Is it related, what is it about me?"

Feng Siniang threw down a tongue twister-like sentence, got up and was about to leave, Tan Yi shouted behind him again: "I heard that Zhao Zhutou's sister was kicked out of the door by Boss Zhou and her whereabouts are unknown, and Zhao Zhutou was also implicated and lost her public position, I don't know if Sister Feng is satisfied with this result?" ”

Feng Siniang's back stiffened slightly, and she didn't look back, she went straight into the house, closed the door, and didn't come out.

Zheng Qingyun turned the sweet potato that was roasting in her hand and sighed, it seems that although my sister said that she didn't care about that man's affairs, the hurdle in her heart still hadn't passed, and she didn't know if anything would happen in the future......

She vaguely felt that Zhou Yumin was not a good person, although he was very polite and dignified, but his aggressive eyes could not be hidden.

Things seem to have calmed down like this, and Feng Siniang still goes to Fengling's class every day to work, but the smile on her face has faded a lot, and she is often in a daze when she is alone, and she is not as active as before.

Zheng Qingyun saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart, but because the troupe didn't invite the right person for a while, she was so busy every day that she had no time to talk to Feng Siniang, so she put it aside for a while.

However, during this period of time, Pei Mochi often appeared in the troupe, nominally to see the play, but most of the time he came in the afternoon, and he just glanced at Zheng Qingyun, handed over a little gadget, and left immediately after saying a few words, obviously from the cloth factory on purpose.

With Pei Mochi, Zheng Qingyun has always stayed in his memory, the boy who came from the rain curtain with an umbrella, but now under many contacts, the two seem to have been friends for many years, without the slightest sense of strangeness.

Listening to him tell about his observations and some interesting things every day is a kind of fun for Zheng Qingyun to look forward to.

Just after taking off her makeup this day, Zheng Qingyun was resting backstage, and the younger sister on the side saw that her expression was flat, so she quipped: "Sister Qingyun, do you miss Young Master Pei?" ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zheng Qingyun nodded the back of her hand and said angrily: "Wouldn't people laugh at me for having no face and no skin when they hear it?" ”

"Hehe, I see that Young Master Pei comes to see you every day, and I must have a lot of affection for Sister Qingyun in my heart, what does my sister think of Young Master Pei?"

"This ......" Zheng Qingyun hesitated for a moment, but the corners of his mouth inadvertently raised, and he looked at his sister sideways and said, "You say, is Young Master Pei still coming today?" ”

The younger sister pointed at herself with her hand and deliberately shouted, "You ask me?" I don't dare say ......."

"Why don't you dare to say it......" Zheng Qingyun couldn't help but blush, and he didn't know why he asked such a thing just now, as if he was waiting for him every day.

The two of them were amused, but the curtain behind them suddenly moved slightly, Zheng Qingyun couldn't help but look back, and said strangely: "Is there wind?" ”

"Isn't it windy? The spring breeze in Sister Qingyun's heart is blowing warm! ”

"You poor girl, talk all the nonsense, and then arrange me, and let you sing two voices for Qingli!" Zheng Qingyun feigned anger, pointed at her sister's nose, and lectured.

When my sister heard this, she was busy with her face, everyone knew that she had a broken gong voice and incomplete five tones, so she really went to sing and couldn't scare everyone to death?

When Pei Mochi came in, what he saw was Zheng Qingyun smiling with his sister on his back, and the smile on his face was as bright as a peach and plum, very gorgeous.

He walked over with a smile and stood not far from the two of them.