Yang Zhimei looked at Han Xue coldly and snorted coldly.

This person was in the crew and forgot about her, but I didn't expect to give her this play in the bar.

What's the matter, if a good actor doesn't do it, he has to help Mr. Zheng with his skin?

Yang Zhimei put down the wine glass, and a crisp sound of "bang" smashed into everyone's hearts, except for Han Xue, the actors in the private room all carried a heart for her.

I'm afraid that she will have a conflict with Mr. Zheng, and when the time comes, they will take care of who and who they will not care about.

They know exactly what kind of virtue Mr. Zheng has, but they are really helpless against him.

Mr. Zheng has power behind him, and he can't afford to offend easily.

For so many years, as long as the woman he fancied had to get his hands on it no matter what means he used, otherwise it would be an all-round ban.

Even the top Xiaohuadan, who has recently become popular, once gave in and became his woman.

It is said that Xiaohuadan's family is quite rich.

Even she can't afford to be guilty, let alone Yang Zhimei, who is from the grassroots.

An actress who couldn't look past Yang Zhimei pulled Yang Zhimei aside and persuaded: "Xiaomei, it's not that my sister won't help you, it's really this Mr. Zheng...... You also know that our crew, directors and producers can't afford to offend him, and even have to rely on him to invest money to shoot."

"Sister knows that you are a good boy and don't want to accept those things, but people have to bow their heads under the eaves", the actress patted Yang Zhimei's hand and said seriously, "Even if you compensate Mr. Zheng, you can make him happy, so don't be so stiff."

Yang Zhimei looked at the actress, she was the one who played her aunt in the play, although there were not a few rival scenes between them, but they got along quite well.

She knew that she was doing it for her good.

There is a saying that is also true, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

If she wants to mix in this circle, she has to put away her arrogance that has nowhere to put it, and she is not the daughter of a rich family, and no one will protect her behind her.

So every step had to be walked by stepping on thorns and stepping on her own broken bones and blood.

Just like that year-

Yang Zhimei lowered her eyes and slowly walked towards Mr. Zheng, the disgust in her eyes was originally full of disgust, but she smiled when she raised her eyes.

She picked up the wine glass again, stretched it forward, and her voice softened a lot, "Mr. Zheng, I was ignorant before, so I will punish myself for three more glasses...... No, four cups, one more than Sister Han Xue."

Without waiting for Mr. Zheng and Han Xue to say anything, she took the wine glass and poured it down one after another, and her stomach hurt hotly when she drank it.

But she didn't stop, and poured two more glasses without changing her face, and finally turned the cups upside down, and not a drop of wine could drip down.

"Mr. Zheng, is this okay?"

After seven glasses of wine, Yang Zhimei's face was a little red, her eyes were a little bright, her originally delicate little face was dyed with a hint of drunkenness, and the whole person was not like words.

Everyone thought Yang Zhimei was drunk, but ...... Due to her physique, she is not drunk for a thousand cups, but she is a little easy to face.

Yang Zhimei shrank in the corner of the sofa, looking dazed and her eyes straight, but she was more awake than anyone else, and even raised her vigilance.

She saw Mr. Zheng walking to her side, and when she sat down, her suit pants deliberately rubbed against her legs, and the smell of tobacco and alcohol came to her nose, making her nauseous enough.

Yang Zhimei deliberately pretended to have a headache, supported the sofa handle with her elbow, pulled away from him for a while, and quietly took out a fruit knife from her pocket by the way.

This is something she's been guarding against since that incident.

She has thought about it, once this beast really wants to move her, even if she fights to the end, she won't let him have a good time!

"Xiaomei", Mr. Zheng shouted.

Seeing that Yang Zhimei didn't respond, Mr. Zheng smiled obscenely.

He changed the wine to the strongest one just now, no matter how good the amount of wine is, he can't bear that degree, let alone Yang Zhimei, a little girl.

Mr. Zheng smiled again, his whole body was attached to Yang Zhimei, and his greasy hand started to touch her wrist, slowly rising to her shoulder.

Fingers reached for her face.

Yang Zhimei

Gritting his teeth, enduring the nausea feeling that surged up in his stomach, and the trembling all over his body, he clenched the fruit knife and turned around to give him a knife.

However, at this moment, I don't know who called the police, Mr. Zheng was frightened, his fat body retreated violently, and at the same time he looked at the door, and really saw a man in a police uniform walking in.

As the person who opened the private room, he naturally had to deal with the police, so when he left, Yang Zhimei opened his eyes and looked carefully.

When she saw the policeman, Yang Zhimei couldn't help but be surprised.

How, how...... Brother Wei Huai?

How did he end up here?

Before she could think about why Wei Huai suddenly appeared, the sofa sank down, and when she turned her head, she found a person sitting next to her.

By the flickering light in the private room, she could see the people coming.

"Wei Shiying? Why are you here?" asked Yang Zhimei.

At the same time, she also understood that Brother Wei Huai should have been found by him.

Wei Shiying didn't know where to get a hat to wear, which covered most of his face, revealing a little tip of his nose and slightly upturned lips.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, his thin lips opened slightly, and he spat out two words in a ruffian, "You guess".

「……」。

Yang Zhimei looked at Mr. Zheng, who was still struggling with Wei Huai and smiling like a third grandson, and was a little relieved.

I didn't expect Mr. Zheng to have such a flattering day.

"Isn't my second brother particularly handsome in a police uniform?" , Suddenly Wei Shiying asked.

Yang Zhimei hummed suspiciously, not understanding what he meant.

She hadn't had much contact with Wei Huai, and she didn't like him, at best, she regarded him as an older brother.

"It's quite handsome", Yang Zhimei followed his words, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he heard Yang Zhimei's words, Wei Shiying was angry for no reason.

He didn't understand why everyone around him couldn't see his existence, one said that he didn't grow, and the other said that his second brother was handsome in front of him.

"It's nothing, it means you're not blind!" , Wei Shiying gritted his teeth and said.

When she turned her head, her gaze casually swept over her other hand, and a bright light flickered over her.

He frowned, snatched it from her hand quickly, and smiled as he weighed it in his hand, "You ...... What do you mean? Do you want to die with that old man?"

Yang Zhimei glanced at him and didn't speak.

Wei Shiying sighed, put the knife back into the hilt, and put it on the table, "I read what I said just now."

"The eyes are not blind, but the IQ is blind, and the blindness is boundless!"

Yang Zhimei rolled her eyes and replied, "A person who counts last in the primary school exam is embarrassed to say that others are blind in IQ."

She thought Wei Shi should be angry, but strangely he laughed instead.

looked at her and sighed, "Aren't you very neat, dare to scare me, don't you dare to scold that old man?"

「…… That old man is no ordinary man."

"I'm not an ordinary person."

Hearing this, Yang Zhimei laughed dryly, "Yes, you are the fifth young master of the Wei family, so naturally you are not an ordinary person."

With that, he turned away and ignored him.

She is not him, and she offended others and had the Wei family to carry him.

What does she have?

Nothing.

Wei Shiying saw that she was facing away from him, as if she was a little angry, and he felt a little unhappy, poked her shoulder, and sighed again.

"What?" , Yang Zhimei is really not angry.

Wei Shiying leaned forward, "What are you doing, I'm just a little curious about what you mean by this fruit knife?" You didn't guess what was going to happen today, so you prepared in advance."

"Eh, I want to ask you another question, why didn't you stop filming after graduating from junior high school?"