Chapter 212: Human Words Are Terrifying

"Don't think about it, I've already thought about it, I don't care."

The so-called bad rumors are just that the male and female protagonists are in love because of the play, Su Zixin changed his mind, and he didn't want to let the peerless good man go, but he was suspected of being a slashing man and carrying infamy.

"Now there are several movies looking for you, all of them are big productions, and any one you appear in will win awards, and then the crown of the actress will come." The agent advised bitterly.

Su Zixin shook his head, insisting, refusing to hesitate at all.

In the end, the agent really had no choice but to agree to accept the show, endure the painful feeling, and reject those heart-warming movies.

She was struggling with those movies, but she didn't expect to be forced to choose this TV series.

Su Zixin is dressed in white, like her person, elegant as water, gentle as water, her gaze is always gentle, a glance for ten thousand years, looking back and smiling, it is rare that the City of Ink will be planted headlong.

The agent looked at her helplessly: "You are because of the City of Ink." ”

Su Zixin, who was sitting upright, moved his eyes slightly, his body trembled, and he was silent for a while, without speaking or explaining, and the agent did not ask again, silently handling his work.

It is rumored that the City of Ink and Su Zixin are in love because of the play, and it is not groundless. It is also not groundless to say that the City of Ink and Su Zixin have a feud because of the play.

Both people want to protect each other, and both have unspeakable hardships, even a little detail can be infinitely magnified by the media.

Su Zixin is a person with a boyfriend, even if the two no longer have a relationship, but outsiders don't seem to be like this, so she has a lot of infamy, and Mo Zhicheng doesn't dare to approach her easily anymore and cause trouble for her.

It's obviously close at hand, sweet and sweet in the play, but under the play, I have to be like a stranger, and even a look feels hot and indescribable.

People are terrible, not to mention that they are in the entertainment industry, they can't help themselves at all, they are not people like Feng Yinxiu, there is no way to do what they want.

……

"You know what? "Tianqi Confused Color" has been filmed, it seems that it will start broadcasting next year, I heard that the city of ink has taken a fancy to Su Zixin again, and has a leg with Su Zixin. ”

As soon as Ling Qianyi walked to the door of the dormitory after making a call, she heard the voice of her arrogant sister Luo Quan, and couldn't help but pause.

Yuan Yawen's voice also came out immediately: "I also heard, didn't that Ink City say that it was very careful?" There are a lot of scandals, and Su Zixin has such a good boyfriend, how can he fall in love with him. ”

"Oh, good parents, how do we know so clearly about the affairs of the entertainment industry, maybe it's just a call when we pat it, tsk, physical attraction."

"Maybe it's for hype, Brother Huang is so good, Su Zixin won't be so stupid."

"Women will always be deceived by men's rhetoric, the city of ink is very good at rhetoric at a glance, and Su Zixin is not necessarily a good thing, I think ......"

"I'm back." Ling Qianyi couldn't help but push open the door, and her voice was faint, interrupting her roommate's melon-eating night conversation appropriately.

Last time, Ink City came to report to her, saying that it was his matchmaker.

This person, although he looks like an unreliable hanger, is definitely not a scumbag and a flower in other people's mouths, just because of his personality.

At this point, Ling Qianyi believes in his own judgment and perception.

Seeing that Ling Qianyi's expression was not very good, the three of them glanced at each other, thinking that she had just answered the phone and had something, and it was not good to be excited to talk about gossip anymore, so they all closed their mouths.

Ling Qianyi sat quietly in his position, reading his book, not indifferent but not enthusiastic, faint as boiled water.