Chapter 152: The Former Queen of Heaven

Half a month ago, she was preparing.

MC has a good enough public relations team, although he has not dealt with the affairs of the entertainment industry, but there is still Xi Qixian, who has been trained for half a month, and it is said that it is not a problem to turn big things into small things.

The material she dug out is not small, and if it is bigger, if Jinding can still have a breath in the end, the MC will kindly accept it, and if it falls, then forget it.

Within two days, You Man returned to the crew and continued filming, Gong Jingnan couldn't stop him, and his twenty-four filial boyfriend started his daily routine of accompanying him in the crew, and You Man was helpless with him.

In late autumn and winter, a heavy rain brought a cold.

A villa on the outskirts of the imperial capital.

This is a private property of Ren Zheheng, president of Jinding.

Under the thick darkness of the night, the pouring rain seemed to pour down from the sky, hitting the ground with a loud sound, and there was no temperature and coldness.

The beams of the two headlights poured into the rain and were scattered by the dense rain columns, making it impossible to illuminate the road ahead.

The black sedan drove into the yard without hindrance and stopped just half a meter away in front of the steps.

Ren Zheheng was even impatient to drive the car to the garage, parked directly in front of the door, and got out of the car.

He looked very anxious, the miserable white car lights hit his face, full of gloom and hideousness, and he didn't even bother to hold an umbrella before rushing into the rain and stepping into the villa.

There are obviously people in the villa, and the room is full of lights.

A woman in loungewear was sitting in the living room, holding a cup of steaming rose tea in her hand, but she didn't take a sip, just looked at TV calmly, calm and a little strange.

There was a news on the TV -

The former diva suddenly withdrew from the music scene, not because Jiang Lang was exhausted, nor did she marry a wife, but was coerced by her boss as a confiner, and after more than three years, she finally reappeared today.

Several photos appeared on the screen, and the woman in the photos looked sweet, but her expression was gloomy, and her neck and arms were covered with bruises.

Ren Zheheng rushed into the villa and saw this news.

His gloomy eyes suddenly lit up with anger.

"Mean woman! How dare you! ”

He strode over, his hand raised high, and before a single slap fell, a cup of hot rose tea was poured on his face.

"Ren Zheheng, you're done." The woman spoke calmly, with a subtle heaviness of pleasure in her tone.

Her voice has long been hoarse, and she is no longer as good as she was three years ago, and she can rely on a good voice to gain a foothold in the music scene.

The man staggered two steps in place, covering his eyes burned by boiling water.

I can't believe it, where did the woman who has endured it for so many years get the courage?

And what about the bodyguards in the villa?

Why was she able to go out and be photographed by reporters, and he didn't know everything until the news came out?

"Who helped you?!" He asked angrily.

The woman chuckled, against the backdrop of the rain, and in the empty villa, the ethereal Qingyue who had not laughed for a long time was still a little hoarse when she spoke: "Even I don't know, probably the heavens are helping, fortunately, this heavenly way can still see the ugliness of the world, and finally someone has discovered your ugly ugliness, Ren Zheheng, you just wait for it." ”

"And I'm finally leaving."

As she spoke, she picked up the teapot on the table, took all the tea that had just been boiled, and continued to pour it into the man's face while he couldn't open his eyes.

After pouring, she whispered, "Goodbye." ”

She walked out of the villa and saw a strange man outside the door.

The strange man smiled at her and said without malice: "Miss Bai is really bold. ”

Bai Yun said indifferently: "It's also the first time, but fortunately, it's not too late." ”