When the photos of Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng spread on the Internet, Feng Qing had just moved into a new home.

It is a very ordinary residential community, although the general conditions of the environment do not meet her requirements, but this is the only vacant house that can be found today, after all, she is a temporary move.

Because she really can't stand the harassment of fans and paparazzi.

The attack on the whole network that began on the day of the court's verdict, along with Zhong Jiuyin's hospitalization some time ago, doubled down on her again.

At first, it was just abuse on the Internet, and without the maintenance of fans, she didn't dare to take a second look at the Internet, and all she received were vicious and ugly words.

Then those people got her mobile phone number out of nowhere, and kept calling and messaging her, abusing her, cursing her. harassing her relatives and friends, and then incurring accusations and lessons among relatives and friends.

Later, her home address was leaked, and black fans and paparazzi came to the door, blocking the downstairs to interview her and ask her to give an explanation, which caused the residents of the same building to complain. She fled back in a hurry and was followed to the door again.

Those people banged on the door and shouted loudly, sprayed paint on her door and wrote "Die", even banged on the door in the middle of the night, and would ring the doorbell frantically every hour or two...

Feng Qingjue couldn't sleep well, and he didn't dare to go out of the door, so he closed all the curtains and turned off all the lights, and hid in the room to find a sense of security.

The dimly lit room, the collapsing reality stimulated her everywhere, and if she continued like this, sooner or later she would have a nervous breakdown.

So she moved in a hurry and moved into a place where no one knew her.

Finally, there was no noisy abuse outside, Feng Qing gained a long-lost quiet, sitting in a pile of luggage, but still a little panicked, from time to time she had to look at the door, always feeling that in the next second, someone would hammer the door vigorously and curse her for not dying well.

Zhong Jiuyin's revenge really came accurately and ruthlessly.

The luggage hadn't been packed yet, but Feng Qing didn't want to do it, looking at the old windowsill, her brain was full of anxiety and anger that had been stepped into the mud.

Two months ago, she was a rising star in the entertainment industry, with many fans, and there are a few admirers who can brag about it, an agent and two assistants to help her solve her life problems, and she is very polite to reporters and paparazzi.

But now, she is the street rat that everyone shouts and beats, and the fans have basically taken off their fans, and some of them have become the people who scolded her the hardest.

There are endless lawsuits for breach of contract, and there is endless money to lose. Su Cheng kicked her, and the rich second generation on the side has ignored her recently, and the agent assistant can still answer the phone to help her at first, but now he is directly blocked. Not to mention the paparazzi reporter, his mouth is not clean, he only knows how to ask about her and Zhong Jiuyin.

How did it develop like this, like an airtight plastic bag covering her head, so that she couldn't breathe.

A person's life is too depressing, she turns around anxiously, or tentatively clicks on the social software.

The abuse was like hot porridge put out under a fire, burning her instantly.

It's all insults, it's all it.

refreshed the news, but what I saw was the beautiful news of Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng's love on the street, and the difference between the two was so big that it made people psychologically unbalanced.

She clicked in as if masochistically, saying that it was a candid photo, but it was like a deliberately posed retouched picture, Zhong Jiuyin was in good condition enough to see the hydration of her skin, and Yan Cheng was looking at her with a smile.

Feng Qing stretched out her hand to touch her face, in the picture taken by the paparazzi a few days ago, her face was sallow and sad, and she had nothing to do with the three words of a female star.

Comparison always makes people jealous, Feng Qing looked at the two people in the photo with resentful eyes, and sneered.

Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng are still together.

Feng Qing also understands Zhong Jiuyin, and the state in the hospital that day shows that Zhong Jiuyin cares about Yan Cheng's existence in that incident, with her mental state of being depressed and committing suicide, she will definitely not think about it so much, and she thinks it's nothing.

She will definitely not endure it and continue to be friendly with Yan Cheng.

But now the screen is full of "Yan Cheng took Zhong Jiuyin to make up for his past regrets", "She saved him here, so he is also here to save her", "They have a good relationship", which means that in such a quick time, Zhong Jiuyin figured it out, and they were together again?

So what did she do that day? She endured the pain of being harassed and abused during this time, just to dismantle them, to make Zhong Jiuyin lose her biggest backer, and not to let her have everything.

But it was all in vain!

Feng Qing's eyes widened, forcing herself to look at every refreshed news, all of them were Zhong Jiuyin, and she took on a new play, there was a new luxury endorsement, how beautiful the cover photo was, and how good the effect of the broadcast drama was...

"Bang!" She suddenly kicked over the suitcase next to her, pushed it down, grabbed the bag and smashed it into the corner, and the contents fell to the ground with a thud.

"Zhong Jiuyin! Zhong Jiuyin! It's all Zhong Jiuyin! ”

The angry shouts and crackling sounds are obviously chaotic and chaotic collapses, but because of the recent experience of being alone and scared, the illusion of comfort and happiness slowly breeds for her.

She wanted to continue, but she couldn't stop panicking.

There was a mess in the living room, Feng Qing gasped and stopped, and said to herself: "Can't be like her, doesn't she just want me to experience the feeling of depression and collapse?" I can't be like her. ”

When he spoke, it was as if two mossy stones that were about to dry up under the scorching sun rubbed against each other, making a sticky and unpleasant sound.

The mobile phone on the table suddenly buzzed and vibrated and the caller ID popped up.

Feng Qing's calmer heart just now beat violently again, beating like a drum to break her eardrums, she thought it was those black pink paparazzi again, and she wanted to hang up in a panic, but she saw Guo Mingli's name beating on the screen.

The phone vibrated for eight or nine seconds, and finally she hung up quickly.

Zhong Jiuyin's words that day were like a curse, saying that her retribution would come from Guo Mingli. Indeed, what good can Guo Mingli do if he is looking for her now.

She didn't answer, and went to set up Do Not Disturb, and all incoming calls and messages were cut off.

Just clicked the screen twice with his hand, and Guo Mingli's call popped up again.

Hang up again and keep calling.

The non-stop phone bombardment seemed to be connected to Guo Mingli's haunting face, Feng Qing directly threw down the phone and hid in the room.

…

Unlike Feng Qing's chaotic life, Zhong Jiuyin had been lying on the sofa for half an hour at this time.

The sound of stir-frying and soup in the kitchen is not loud, and it is even more difficult to hear when she is locked in the door, and it can be used as the ambient sound of her sleeping.

Until the door was opened, a fragrance wafted out, and Yan Cheng called her: "You can wake up and eat." ”

Zhong Jiuyin opened his eyes in a daze, wiped the corners of his mouth first, and then sat up to wake up.

She was covered with Yan Cheng's coat, her arm pulled out of her sleeve, and she yawned to see the finished dish.

"What kind of chicken is that?"

"Five-finger peach stewed chicken."

"Where did the peach come from?"

“…… Five-fingered peach, a kind of Chinese herbal medicine. If you don't wake up, you can sleep for a while and sleep until the season of eating peaches. ”

"Hey, you're a person, you just reconciled and you won't pretend, right? Forgot who gave the money to buy groceries? ”

(End of chapter)