"Who have you been in contact with lately?"

"Nope."

"And who did you offend?"

Song Qingyu suddenly laughed, "In the entertainment industry, there are many people who can't get used to me." ”

What you say is what you say.

Now I don't have a clue at all, do you want Song Qingyu to be so consumed?

Wen Yiren fell into deep thought.

"Xiaoxi, why are you here so late today?"

"Huh? Oh me, I overslept, maybe the alarm went off and didn't go off this morning.

Wen Yiren subconsciously looked at it, Jin Xiaoxi's face didn't look very good, the whole person felt a sense of tension, and even spoke a lot quieter than usual. "You, what are you discussing?"

"It's Zou Xiaoyu, who committed suicide at home last night."

"Suicide? How can this be, yesterday I saw that she was fine. ”

"Who knows, Xiaoxi, are you also sick, it's been cold lately, pay more attention!"

"Okay, okay."

Wen Yiren squinted at Jin Xiaoxi, and suddenly turned his head to look at Song Qingyu, "What do you think of Jin Xiaoxi?" ”

"It's not good, if it weren't for the company's arrangement, I wouldn't have bothered to take her."

"She offended you?"

"That's not it, it's just a woman's sixth sense."

Jin Xiaoxi quickly walked over, saw the two of them, and greeted them warmly, "Sister Qingyu, pleasant." ”

Song Qingyu just nodded reluctantly and began to play with his mobile phone.

Wen Yiren smiled and pointed to the remaining small stool next to him, "Sit?" ”

"No, I'm not used to sitting on a small stool."

Wen Yiren is also the second female number two, and a comfortable rest chair is still available, Jin Xiaoxi doesn't understand, why does she like to sit on a small stool so much.

"Pleasant, have you heard?"

"You mean Zou Xiaoyu committed suicide?"

"yes, how did a good person commit suicide? Alas, what a pity, she's quite kind. ”

Jin Xiaoxi said, staring at the ground tightly, not knowing what he was thinking?

At this moment, Song Qingyu suddenly coughed violently.

"Sister Qingyu, my God, it looks like you're very sick, did you go to the hospital?"

Jin Xiaoxi exclaimed.

Song Qingyu waved his hand and drank a few sips of hot water suddenly, "I'll rest and rest, call me when I start working." ”

"Sister Qingyu, it's so serious, why don't you take a leave of absence?"

Song Qingyu ignored Jin Xiaoxi and entered the lounge with the help of his assistant.

Wen Yiren couldn't help but look at the woman in front of her again.

Jin Xiaoxi's face shape is quite similar to that of many Internet celebrities, but his facial features are more recognizable than those Internet celebrities.

She was wearing a white down jacket, holding a utility knife in her hand, and her eyes followed Song Qingyu's back closely.

Utility knives?

His eyes flashed, and he stood up and walked towards Jin Xiaoxi, "Xiaoxi, you asked me last time if I had anyone I particularly hated, can you take revenge if you have one?" ”

Jin Xiaoxi's eyes lit up, "If I say that I can help you get revenge back, do you believe it?" ”

"Really?"

"Yes."

So Qingyu's illness and Zou Xiaoyu's suicide may really be related to Jin Xiaoxi?

"Xiaoxi, killing people is a crime, you said that there is a way to kill the person you hate, and you can make it impossible for others to find out, that person is you."

"Others may not have that ability, but I do."

"Oh? How? ”

"This is my secret, if you have someone you hate, you can tell me and I will help you get revenge back."

Wen Yiren's eyes rolled, "How can I trust your words?" ”