Chapter 316

Hanche also no longer hide, holding the cookie box to raise his hand to throw into the side of the garbage can.

Su Xiangwan was stunned.

So many people are still there?

He just throws it?

You know, in her previous life, she had a glimpse of this man's face.

But at least they all converge.

She remembers that Han Che's fan support group carefully embroidered a huge poster for him. It is said that the cross stitch was embroidered only after 520000 fans each embroidered a needle.

She remembered that he was moved with tears in her eyes and took it with a lump in her throat.

Can turn a head, she saw him in the end of the cross stitch directly into the trash can.

Another time later, she overheard him on the phone.

"Well, yes. I didn't like you

"For the media."

"Don't pester me any more. If you don't want me to make your photos public."

At that moment, she understood.

The man's heart is cold.

He is more like a bird and beast in human skin, scum, scum.

But not long before she died, she did not intend to break into a private room, but saw that unforgettable scene again.

……

Su Xiangwan came back from his thoughts and said slowly, "why, don't you pretend? Ready to fly? "

Cold Che hook lips, the face of the pure scattered a few points: "want to change a living method."

Su looked at him in silence.

Another way of living Another way of living

He said it casually, or did she think too much.

But anyway, he would never have done such a thing in front of so many people in his previous life.

He has always managed his image well.

Now, are you too lazy to act?

Seeing Su Xiangwan looking at him, Han Che lit a cigarette conveniently.

Su Xiangwan frowns. His image to the media is never close to alcohol and tobacco.

"The image really does not want?"

"You can see it clearly." He chuckled.

She said nothing.

But before long, Han Che again opened his mouth: "Su Xiangwan."

She raised her eyes.

"You are using him." Han Che's fingers tapped on the table.

She knew who he was referring to.

The place where the fingertips fall is the man who didn't return last night.

Su Xiangwan didn't answer him, but slowly said, "you are a person who can't live three episodes in a script."

Han Che chuckled and left.

After a few steps, he turned back and gave her a sidelong glance: "in fact, you and I are the same kind of people."

Then he went away.

Su Xiang evening droops the Mou son, the bottom of the heart light way: you are wrong, we are not a kind of person.

*

in a twinkling of an eye, a week passed.

Mu Beiting has never been home.

Since he left that night, he did not call her again and sent a wechat.

But the newspapers always read about him from time to time.

Today, I'd like to tell you which woman he's going out with.

Tomorrow, I'll tell you where he's going.

Su Xiangwan didn't react and didn't take the initiative to look for him.

At the moment, Mu Beiting is sitting at his desk, his face is cold and frightening.

There was a pile of entertainment news in front of him.

It's obviously all about him these days.

His eyes fell on the newspaper, some cold, thin lips pursed into a cold arc.

After a long time, he picked up his mobile phone and opened wechat.

She still didn't send a message.

I didn't make a phone call.

His eyes drooped slightly, the dark gray of his eyes was very heavy.

*

on the same day, Su Xiangwan finished a match with Yu Liuzhu.

It was noon, and the crew began to tidy things up.

Su Xiangwan didn't care about it. He just took it as a routine check and arrangement.

After picking up lunch, she looked for a corner and ate a few mouthfuls without noticing the movement in the distance.

At the moment, several black cars were parked off the film in turn.

Mu Beiting, dressed in a black suit, was surrounded by people. Zheng Yulong and the producer were beside him, introducing something while walking.