Chen Jinshan once again learned from Xiao Yueming that Jiang Ruotong had suffered a car accident on the Ring Expressway after going out of the crew, and patted her thighs and laughed.

"It's exciting news, happy and happy!

Let that little slut scream, heh, God can't stand it anymore, this is retribution! ”

Xiao Yueming couldn't help frowning when she heard Chen Jinshan's gloating words, and lowered her voice and shouted, "You give me a little quiet."

Jiang Ruotong had such a big incident, and the circle exploded, and now the news hot search headlines are all about this.

If your attitude is known, the saliva of her fans can drown you! ”

Chen Jinshan restrained a little at this time, but when she thought of her rival's accident, she still couldn't hold back the joy in her heart.

barely suppressed the boiling joy, and then slowly asked, "Sister Xiao, where did she hurt?"

Is it serious? You can't die, right? ”

Chen Jinshan was still thinking a little cautiously, could this be Jiang Ruotong's self-directed and self-acted 'hype'?

After taking her grandmother who was far away in Suicheng to Kyoto for heart surgery, she ran to the hospital every day like a show, didn't she want to package herself as a person who was filial to her granddaughter and set up a blog to pay attention to her popularity?

'The popular actress went to the hospital late at night to visit her sick grandmother and had a car accident', this is a gimmick!

Without waiting for Chen Jinshan to think about it, Xiao Yueming said on the other end of the phone: "I rear-ended with a big truck, the driver Lao Zhao died on the spot, Jiang Ruotong's situation, I'm afraid it's not optimistic!" ”

Chen Jinshan stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Wouldn't it? So serious! ”

Xiao Yueming listened to the consternation in his artist's tone, and his heartstrings, which had been tense, finally relaxed.

It's just that in order to be sure, she couldn't help but ask after a deep sigh: "Jinshan, Jiang Ruotong's car accident has nothing to do with you, right?" ”

Chen Jinshan sat up and said nervously: "Sister Xiao, why do you ask that?"

Of course, it has nothing to do with me, after I came out of the crew, I met you directly at the 101 club, Jiang Ruotong's car accident has nothing to do with me! ”

"Alright, I got it!" Xiao Yueming responded.

Chen Jinshan licked her dry lips and rubbed her already messy hair like a chicken nest, "Hey, no, Sister Xiao, isn't Jiang Ruotong's car accident an accident?" ”

"I don't know now, don't ask too much.

Recently, you have given me a low profile, if a reporter asks you about Jiang Ruotong tomorrow, you will keep your mouth shut, and say more wrong, understand? Xiao Yueming admonished.

Chen Jinshan said yes repeatedly, and after hanging up the phone, she slapped her chest and lay down on the sofa.

"That little slut, you can't really die, right?" She muttered to herself.

......

After Shen Bin's daughter Shen Xinyan saw the news last night, she directly pushed the small role arranged for her by the crew, and hurriedly got on the plane to Kyoto.

The actors in the same crew also praised Shen Xinyan and Jiang Ruotong's deep sisterhood, but only she knew what Shen Xinyan was most worried about.

When Shen Xinyan saw the news, what she thought was: If Jiang Ruotong really has three long and two short, what will she do in the future?

Shen Xinyan is currently able to mix in the entertainment industry, not relying on strength and acting skills, but on the popularity and resources of Jiang Ruotong's cousin.

But now she is barely familiar in the circle, and she hasn't gained a firm foothold yet, if Jiang Ruotong dies, who will know her surname in the future?

Shen Xinyan dragged the trolley box and hurriedly ran into the hospital.

The elevator to the inpatient department was about to close, Shen Xinyan hurriedly shouted, 'Please wait', and when she pulled the trolley box into the elevator, there were two women standing inside.

Shen Xinyan pulled her mask and whispered 'thank you', looking at the two of them quietly.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but it makes Shen Xinyan startled.

The lady standing next to her wasn't the wife of the chairman of the Lu Group, which was at the top of the Forbes list of the richest people in China just released a few days ago?

Although Shen Xinyan did not really have close contact with the richest man's wife, she saw it at a live charity dinner not long ago, and she was fortunate to see a photo of her and the richest man in the newspaper.

I didn't expect to meet her in the hospital at this time.

Shen Xinyan hesitated to say hello cheekily, her gaze wandered back, and fell on the other woman beside her.

The woman was in her early forties, with permed hair and hair, wearing a black cheongsam, a very retro dress, a collar buckle, a dark brocade fabric with a group of flowers, a hem that reached her thighs, and black mid-heeled leather shoes, with a noble lady style in the Republic of China era.

The woman carried a string of black beads on her chest, which were uniform in size and round and full, and shimmered in the light of the overhead lamp.

The woman had a wooden face, expressionless and lifeless, depicting slender willow eyebrows, coated with a thick layer of powder, and her lips were smeared with purple-red lipstick, which at first glance looked a little as if she had been poisoned, and against that face it looked more and more miserable and eerie.

Shen Xinyan felt a palpitation in her heart, her scalp was numb, and she inexplicably felt a little swishing and cold on her back.

Just as the elevator door opened, Mrs. Lu said with a stiff smile: "Mrs. Zhou, we are here, please come here!" ”

Mrs. Zhou, who was dressed in a black cheongsam and was as white as a ghost, bowed her head slightly, and walked out of the elevator behind Mrs. Lu.

Shen Xinyan's grandmother, Mrs. Wang, also happens to live on this floor.

She dragged the trolley box out, turned her head to look at the ward number that the two walked into, suppressed suspicion, and ran briskly towards her grandmother's ward.

When Mrs. Lu and Mrs. Zhou pushed open the door of the ward and came in, Mrs. Sun Meiqiong was crying and wiping her tears with a photo of her little grandson Lu Yousheng, and the two caretakers who followed her were silent on the side like wooden people.

The Lu family has a strict family education, and the old lady Sun Meiqiong is also a powerful person at home, with an absolutely transcendent status.

From the son Lu Hongtian to the housekeeper and helper, everyone is very in awe of the old lady.

When the old lady was just crying, the caregiver also spoke to comfort her, but the old lady was angry and tearful, and ordered the two of them to shut up.

The two caretakers knew the old lady's temper, and they didn't dare to say anything more, so they simply put a zipper on their mouths and stood on the side as wooden people.

Mrs. Lu stepped forward, took a white silk handkerchief from the caretaker's hand, handed it over to Mrs. Sun Meiqiong, wiped her tears, and persuaded her softly, then reminded: "Mom, you asked me to find Mrs. Zhou, I have already brought someone here." ”

Only then did Mrs. Sun Meiqiong reluctantly take her eyes off her grandson's photo, and when she raised it, her cloudy but sharp eyes fell on Mrs. Zhou, the psychic medium.

Mrs. Zhou stepped forward and bowed slightly to greet the old lady.

"Old lady An, I just heard the bad news of the four young people, please mourn!" Mrs. Zhou said this, but her face was blank.