C6

Xia Ying opened the car door and sat down, she put her hand bag into the front passenger seat and quietly watched the street outside. There was no one there and no sound could be heard. Even the lights were dim.

She suddenly felt tired. Recently, she had always been thinking about how long this kind of life would continue for. Perhaps, the current her wanting to live a peaceful life was a kind of extravagant dream.

It's only 22, why do I feel like I'm getting old? She reached out and squeezed herself, trying to clear her head.

On the way, he received a call from the Director. He was slightly displeased at her being late, but he did not dare to urge her on. The flattering tone made Xia Ying feel even more unspeakable unhappiness.

It was not easy to get to their current position in the company. Only he knew the hardships they had to pay. There was no need to guess how these people felt.

When they arrived at the hotel, there was a call for her. She was led into the private room. She had never stepped into the movie industry, so most of the people in the private room were unfamiliar faces. Xia Ying sat down on the nearest empty seat in front of him. Not a word.

The entire table was looking at this beauty. She was truly bewitchingly beautiful, untouchable.

Seeing her come over, Manager Zhao felt the burden in his heart ease up. Before Zhao Feiyang even opened his mouth to introduce the director and creator of the hall, there was already someone holding a wine cup in their hands and walking in front of Xia Ying. A man in his forties, with a beer belly, and a face full of laughter, was really disgusting.

"Aiyo, this is Xia Ying, I have heard a lot about him. He is a model with an extraordinary temperament, I wonder if you can give me a glass of wine?" As he spoke, he had already passed her the wine cup. Xia Ying was not moved.

The smile on Liang Zhongqiu's face stiffened, and he felt slightly embarrassed. He had long heard that Xia Ying had a proud and aloof personality, and seeing him did make things a little different.

Seeing that Xia Ying was not giving him any face, Zhao Feiyang walked up to him and said, "Xia Ying, this is the production of Back Arrow, the gold medal producer." He picked up the wine cup and downed it in one gulp. "She's been rather busy recently, having just returned from the hospital. For the sake of being able to take part in Director Liang's scenes, she rushed the job again and again. Please forgive her."

Xia Ying did not say a word the entire time. Beside him, Executive Director Meng Kang waved his hand to signal for Liang Zhongqiu to sit back down. He turned his body and faced Xia Ying, "Someone says that you have to do this character, and I'm still confused, now that I'm with you, I feel that the person who recommended you isn't bad. The Miss Xia really suits this character well. " The people around the table echoed his sentiments.

"Thank you, Director." Xia Ying's face remained expressionless. He was not interested in this kind of banquet in the first place, but since he had decided to take part in it, he would naturally continue to talk back.

"Of course, the talent and temperament of the Miss Xia, she is definitely the best candidate for that role!" The more Meng Kang talked, the more excited he became, and the closer he got to Xia Ying.

"Of course not, the director thinks highly of you." Xia Ying replied casually, she did not want to think with such a person. She avoided him without leaving a trace behind.

Seeing her reply, Meng Kang's smile became even wider. He inched closer and said, "You're not feeling well, so the liquor won't do. The red wine should be fine. Come, let's make one."

"I'll take the show, but I can't accompany the wine." Normally, she hated this kind of winery. Her tone was cold, and she didn't say another word.

As Meng Kang listened to her reply, he felt a fire burning in his heart. He had never shown any mercy to the idea of setting up a dyeing workshop just by showing a little color.

Although he knew Xia Ying's position in the model world, he still sneered: "Oh, you really think yourself to be trash, calling yourself Miss Speak will put you in your place, don't give me face, you still have to drink this wine, even if you don't want to drink it you still have to drink!"

Xia Ying flung her hand away and poured a cup of wine onto his face. What kind of person had she not seen this before since she was born?

Under the gaze of the crowd, he walked away without even turning his head back. Meng Kang's angry shout came from behind him, "He's just a peddler, and yet he's so arrogant. He's making it so difficult for you to bear the consequences!"

Xia Ying did not stop. Recently, she had always felt it was strange that she would actually act so pretentiously, thinking that if she heard more, she would not care about it anymore. Who would have thought that there were some things that were not easy to get used to.

Walking to the car park, before he could dig out the key, he saw Zhong Zhen jumping down from the car, still looking full of spirit and vigor. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of her, "So fast? I thought it would be a long time before I fell asleep. "

Zhong Zhen still wanted to say something, but when he saw Xia Ying's expression, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. Although the goddess was normally cold and arrogant, at this moment, the person standing in front of her, actually had a somewhat defeated expression. Zhong Zhen wasn't sure if he had seen wrongly, but he could only ask: "What's wrong with the goddess?"

"Cut the crap, get in the car."

"Oh, okay." Zhong Zhen opened the car door and let Xia Ying in. After getting in the car, Zhong Zhen didn't start the car immediately.

It was strange how, when he first looked at her from afar, he had always felt that she was too dazzling and unapproachable for him until he had truly become her assistant. Only then did he realize that she was different, always appearing lonely and sorrowful behind the spotlight.

Zhong Zhen couldn't help but be worried when he saw the message from the crew. Only then did he come over.

Returning to the villa, it was already too late. Xia Ying was washing up in the bathroom, and Zhong Zhen was waiting in the living room. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to take a look.

Zhong Zhen did not understand, but after thinking about it again, there was indeed a situation, so he immediately called the manager to clear up the situation.

This Meng Kang was simply too much. How could he tolerate this? He was someone that anyone would dare to bully. He suppressed his anger and asked about Meng Kang's hotel and the room number.

Without waiting for Xia Ying to come out, she casually found a mask, grabbed the baseball bat on the cabinet, and drove all the way to the hotel.

The manager had already picked up his room card and was waiting at the door. Although he hadn't interacted with the visitor for too long, he had never seen him like this. He could only tremble and shout: "Mr. Xue." Standing aside, waiting for him to greet them.

Zhong Zhen did not think too much, he opened the door and grabbed the alcohol reeking man who had just woken up, then started hitting him with his baseball bat wildly, not caring about whether he was dead or alive, he only cared about making a move, the anger in his heart could only be quelled by this.

After Xia Ying finished showering, she came out of the bathroom and walked into the living room. However, she did not see Zhong Zhen, so she did not know where he had run off to. As he looked around, he still did not see Zhong Zhen's figure. He had a bad premonition in his heart.

He shook his head and smiled wryly. It had only been a few days, but he was already used to this guy. When he thought about pouring Meng Kang's glass of wine that night, although he didn't regret it, he felt helpless when he thought of tomorrow.

After all, no one in the industry was allowed to cover the sky with one hand. Besides, he was just a small model, so what if he was popular?

When Zhong Zhen returned, the first thing he saw when he opened the door was a stunned Xia Ying in the living room. He was wearing his pajamas and had a towel on his head.

, who had shed his halo, seemed to be completely lazy. He was completely different from the domineering model in front of the camera, and Zhong Zhen was glad that he was able to admire such a Xia Ying.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan felt that the beating he gave the other party just now wasn't severe enough. Not only did he become a pig head, but he should be crippled by now.

She quietly walked over and reached out her hands to help wipe her half dry hair. Xia Ying was 176 in height, there were very few people who could match her height, and some men would even lose half of their aura in front of her. At this moment, in front of Zhong Zhen, who was 188, he felt like a petite girl.

Xia Ying recovered her wits, and then asked him: "Why are you running around so late at night when you aren't sleeping?" The tone was not good.

Zhong Zhen still had a harmless smile on his face as he used a towel to dry her hair. Without saying a word, he quietly enjoyed the peaceful and beautiful scene. Zhong Zhen stood behind Xia Ying, seemingly embracing her in his arms and looking at her speechlessly. The crystal chandelier above his head had not been completely turned on, and as the light poured down, it seemed incomparably gentle.

Xia Ying was dazed for a moment, but after reacting, she coughed dryly and exited Zhong Zhen's embrace, "Where did you go tonight?" When she looked down and saw the wound on Yun Che's hand, his right hand had a cut on her palm that leaked a bit of blood. Xia Ying's tone became even more unyielding, "Speak! "What are you doing?"