She...... Isn't she gone?!

Being a thief, Wen Ruowan turned around in a panic.

At the top of the stairs, Mu Jinbai put his hands in his pockets and his expression was majestic, like an iceberg that could not be climbed.

"You ...... You ......" Wen Ruowan stood in the middle of the safety ladder, neither advancing nor retreating, subconsciously grabbing the camera in her hand, "What do you want to do?" ”

"I should ask you this, right?"

Jun straightened up his back lazily leaning on the railing, stepped on the feet of flat-topped canvas shoes, and walked up the steps step by step.

The girl carried the light on her back, and the whole person was plated with a layer of silver-white aperture by the fluorescent lamp on the safety ladder.

That delicate little face is not very real in the dim light.

Only those eyes, like stars in a winter night.

Extremely bright, extremely cold.

The gentleman in front of him is like the princess Zhengyang who killed and killed in the script.

made Wen Ruowan can't help but think of her line.

"In front of this palace, it's just an ant. If this palace wants you to live, you will live, and if this palace wants you to die...... Then you can only die! ”

Wen Ruowan's heart trembled violently and took a step back.

He stumbled heavily on the steps of the stairs.

Reaching out for her right hand, Jun gently pinched the SLR in her hand.

Wen Ruowan subconsciously retracted her hands holding the SLR camera, met her eyes, and instinctively sent the camera forward.

Jun snatched it lightly, turned on the camera, browsed through the photos she took, and smiled lightly.

"I can't see it, your photography skills are good!"

Things have developed so far, Wen Ruowan naturally knows that no matter how much arguing she has, it is meaningless.

It's okay to offend Jun Qing, but offend Mu Jinbai, who controls most of the entertainment industry, how will she mix in the circle in the future?

"This ...... This is all Miss Rong's idea! In order to protect herself, she had no choice but to confess Rong Yan, "She asked me to do this, she asked me to target you, and she asked me to secretly film you and frame you...... Jun Qing, we are carefree and hateless, why should I target you, I ...... I'm forced, I'm her artist, and if I don't listen to her, she's ...... She's going to ban me! ”

"Really?" Jun lightly lowered his long eyelashes, stretched out the fingers of his right hand and hooked Wen Ruowan's chin, "Since it's not your fault, what are you so nervous about, come...... Laugh! ”

Wen Ruowan curled the corners of her lips and squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

She pressed the shutter to put the other person's embarrassment into the lens, adjusting the camera to the state of recording.

"You said Rong Yan asked you to do it, how do you prove it?"

Seeing Jun Qing, it seemed that her words moved her, and Wen Ruowan immediately added fuel and vinegar to explain Rong Yan's matter.

"The company I work for is a branch of Rongshi Media, and everyone knows this. She forced me to do everything I did, and she once called me to the head office and threatened me that if I didn't listen to her, she would block me. Jun Qing, I can't help it...... You have to believe me, Jun Qing, I was also forced. You also know that the lifeblood of an artist is in the hands of the agency, she is my boss, and I ...... I don't dare not listen to her! ”

In order to make her words more credible, Wen Ruowan is also half-truthful and half-false, giving full play to the best acting skills of her life, crying with tears and snot, so pitiful.

Noticing the camera in Junqing's hand, Wen Ruowan raised her hand to wipe her face.

"You...... What are you doing? ”

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