Chapter 2: Thunderbolt from the Clear
I can only shout these words in my heart, and I can't say them, because saying them will make me feel like I am asking for his mercy and alms!
I never needed that kind of thing!
In such a confrontation, he spoke first, "Xu Jiayuan, I am no longer the Chen Xin I used to be, I don't have any woman, the woman who wants me to sleep can line up a street!" β
I couldn't hold back a sneer, "Then I still want to thank you for your good luck?" β
He bowed his head and cursed silently, moved to the shoe closet, and began to put on his boots.
I took a deep breath and raised my chin slightly, and lowered my eyes to look at him with his head bowed and tied his shoelaces, "This is leaving, big star." β
"Xu Jiayuan, I don't want to quarrel with you."
"......" was so calm and indifferent that my chest became more and more suffocated, and I even had the urge to go crazy.
But I couldn't, I had to maintain my pride and demeanor, so when he put on his shoes and straightened up, I not only moved to the side to make way for him, but also reminded him when his hand touched the handle.
"Big star, don't forget your stuff." I slammed my jaw towards the athletic crossbody bag.
He paused, took a deep breath, turned around and walked to the couch, picked up the crossbody bag and walked back to the door, without looking at me.
The door opened and slammed shut, and my lips quivered, and I took a deep breath, and then a deep breath, trying not to let the tears fall from my sour eyes.
I didn't sleep all night, and when I arrived at the company the next day, Editor-in-Chief Chen asked me to go to the office.
I thought something was wrong, but when I entered the office, Editor-in-Chief Chen said to me: "That Jiayuan, I heard that you and Chen Xin used to be in a film school, and the relationship is not bad." β
ββ¦β¦ It's okay. β
"Heh, that's it, I want to do an interview with Chen Xin, but the entertainment department called him several times and was rejected, you see how ...... you"
How could I not know what he meant, I lowered my head slightly and snorted lightly and laughed, "Mr. Chen, you have also seen it, people are so popular now, I am only in the same school as him, not a department, I guess no one remembers me now......"
"Eh, how do you know if you don't try, what if you remember?"
"......" I couldn't refuse anymore, and nodded with a smile, "That's okay, I'll try, but if it doesn't work, Mr. Chen can't blame me." β
"Jiayuanβ" He pointed at me with his cigarette point, his little eyes narrowed, "you have a lot of ideas. β
"Ha-" I laughed awkwardly and stood up, "Mr. Chen, I'll go out first if it's okay." β
He smiled and waved at me.
When I left the office, my already gloomy mood turned to a gloomy mood, and I hid in the bathroom and smoked a cigarette to ease it a little.
On the third day after the quarrel with Chen Xin, my anger subsided, and I went to watch the blog again with no ambition, and then found that there were no new topics about him, all around the matter of taking variety shows.
I began to reflect, I began to think about his goodness, and I began to think that it was not my fault, that my temper was too big.
Five years ago, when we didn't have anything, didn't I hope that he could achieve his dream and become popular?
When he signed a contract with Qiantang Film and Television three years ago, I was so happy that he finally took the first step to success.
Thinking about that, I also promised him with a relieved face that he would hide our relationship and not cause any obstacles and troubles to his career, didn't I expect everything that would happen now?
Why...... Why is it that I can't get past myself in just three years......
I thought about it again and again, and felt more and more that it was not my own problem, and then when the editor-in-chief Chen asked me again if I had made a call, I seemed to have finally found an excuse for myself to call him.
It's just that what I didn't expect was that before I could make a phone call, his new topic suddenly popped up again.
It was a late-night photo of him in the hotel, wearing sunglasses, wearing the same outfit he wore when he went to my house that day, with his arm around the waist of a tall woman.
The photo is not very high-definition, and it is obvious from the texture and angle that this was taken by the paparazzi, and the woman was revealed to be a third-line female model......