Chapter 99: You're Looking for a Man Than I'll Have

At midnight, the street is filled with the smell of lamb skewers and barbecue, and there are still a few lights scattered on the streets that have not been repaired for a long time, which lights up the loneliness of this street.

Liang Xunsi chose a dim food stall position and sat down, surrounded by scattered guests, and few people paid attention to her.

After filming in the evening, Liang Xunsi received a WeChat message from his financial owner, which was a breakup WeChat, although he didn't say it explicitly, but he didn't plan to continue to support her, feeling that she was too old to be suitable for the entertainment industry, let alone continue to play these young heroines.

I was so panicked that I just wanted to run and relax from the hotel, so I walked out of the hotel wearing a hat and sunglasses, and I wanted to drink while running.

When I came to the food stall, I drank a small glass of high-strength liquor, my stomach hurt spicy, and I ate several skewers of barbecue violently, which eased up.

……

"Lin Boudoir, right? Come out for a drink! Ha ha. Liang Xunsi was dressed in a black sportswear, his hands spread on the table, and his whole body exuded a sense of powerlessness.

The call to Lin Boudoir was also purely coincidental, she didn't have any expectations, but she didn't expect the other party to answer the phone.

This is a woman's voice, but Lin Boudoir has been searching in her mind for a long time, and she can't find a matching human form. Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, it seemed to be drunk, and there was some taste of laughter.

I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't figure out who this woman was.

Three watches ask yourself out for a drink in the middle of the night? Could it be an acquaintance?

"You are?" Lin Boudoir asked cautiously.

"Liang thinks, thinks...... Haha, come on, I'm here at the food stall, let's eat lobster! ”

Liang Xunsi?? Lin Boudoir was a little stunned, I'm afraid she heard it wrong! The intersection between her and Liang Xunsi is only half a day, and the relationship is so good that she asks herself to drink in the middle of the night? When did you get your mobile phone number? Still calling yourself? It's just weird.

There is a special food stall area in the west area of the film and television city, which is only open at night. Lin Bou used to go there often to eat and drink, especially when filming night scenes, the director would also charter the scene for the entire crew to come. Over time, I became very familiar with the owners of the food stalls.

Agreeing to Liang Xunsi's invitation, Lin Bou took care of her hair casually and went out, only to notice that Yang Xu's bed was still neatly arranged when she turned off the lights, and it seemed that she hadn't come back yet.

It was a little chilly in the early morning, and there were few places to go. Lin Bou quickened his pace, and it only took six or seven minutes to finish the food stalls from the hotel.

When I came to the food stall, I found that only one of them was still open, but the lights were dim, and I didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to open. Compared with the past few years, the food stall business does not seem to be booming at this time.

In the distance, you can see the back of a woman, who is sitting alone at the large round table, her body a little shaky.

"Sister Liang?" Lin Bou approached, stood behind Liang Sixun with some caution, and asked in a low voice.

"You're so fast! Come—sit next to me. ”

Liang Xunsi turned his head, curled up and patted the empty seat on his right side vigorously.

The larger sunglasses covered her eyes, but Lin Bou could clearly see the weird smile on the corner of her mouth, no matter how she looked, it seemed that she was deliberately drunk......

What about brokers? And what about assistants?

Lin Boudoir reluctantly walked to her side and sat down, it stands to reason that she doesn't need to accompany this woman to go crazy in the middle of the night, it doesn't matter, does it?