Chapter 5 Not enough, make a price.

What happened this night caught him off guard, first he slept with a little girl drunk in a daze, and then the former traffic newcomer Xiaohua Lin Boudoir committed suicide!

Looking at the messages pushed by the mobile phone, there are more than a dozen calls, and I still slept so dead, what kind of wine did I drink yesterday?

Now the entire entertainment industry has exploded. After receiving the news, many entertainment reporters and paparazzi rushed to the manuscript all night, and in just half an hour, the Internet was overwhelmed by the news of "Lin Boudoir's suicide". In the past, those celebrities and friends took the lead in forwarding it to express their condolences.

But the wind direction is developing in the direction of "Lin Boudoir's depression", and as Lin Boudoir's ex-husband, Bai Wei naturally has no way to avoid the public's attention.

Some gossip broke the news of a picture taken by a rooftop camera: Bai Wei had been dissuading Lin Boudoir on the night of his suicide, Bai Wei looked very nervous and painful, and reached out to stop Lin Boudoir many times, but in the end, Lin Boudoir still jumped down. Afterwards, Bai Wei stuck to the railing of the rooftop for more than an hour, motionless, his eyes fixed on the direction in which Lin Boudoir jumped down.

There are even some scattered small videos, which are videos of Bai Wei lying in a pool of blood, no matter how you look at Bai Wei, it is a distressing object.

Topics such as "It's hard for Baiwei for two years", "Baiwei is still hard to give up his old love", "I feel sorry for Baixu" and other topics gradually made headlines, and everyone cared for Baiwei as a victim overnight.

Gu Cheng closed his eyes and fell into deep thought

Then, Lin Boudoir happened to roll over wantonly, and her arm smashed against the counter on the edge of the bed in the direction she flipped over, without mercy, only a crisp impact sound was heard.

“……。” Her whole body was sore, and she opened her eyes suddenly, muttered softly, and shook off her battered hand.

After a few seconds of sluggishness.

Only then did I know that I was really reborn.

The windows in the room were opened, and the breeze poured into the house.

There was a thick smell of smoke on her side, and there seemed to be a hint of alcohol mixed in the smoke, which made her shrink her head into the futon.

The whole head seemed to have been beaten, the pain was terrible, and I was groggy and confused.

Gu Cheng heard the sound of impact, and his body froze slightly. The eyes opened slowly, and the pupils became dark. Raise your hand and press your temple, think for a moment, and pinch the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

In the middle of the night, he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it again.

He said in a low voice: "One million, I don't like women who are entangled." ”

His voice has a masculine magnetism, and his tone is like an answer that he has thought about for a long time.

Million? Lin Boudoir pursed her lips and couldn't help but chuckle. With the trembling of the body, the Simmons bed became a little shaky.

Glancing at the messy ground, last night's masterpiece between her and Ah Huan really felt like a crime scene. The clothes were thrown far away, and it was naturally a little difficult to put them on.

Lin Boudoir didn't have a clue, so she simply stretched out her tender white arms, sat up wrapped in the quilt, and leaned on the edge of the bed like a man. Her eyes swirled on the man's side face without scruples.

Dispirited.

This is the conclusion she reached.

"Laughing at what?" Gu Cheng asked. "If you don't think it's enough, make a price." Reach out and point the cigarette butt in your hand at the glass ashtray on the bedside counter, and gently tap it three times, and the soot foam spreads on the counter with the wind.