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In a place like the entertainment circle, no matter how brilliant one was, what one had learned, or what had been done before, once one had fallen into this vat after being plated with gold abroad, no matter what color they had, it would all end up the same.

I stole a glance at Peng Haobai from the corner of my eyes. He would glance in my direction occasionally, but he would only say a few words before turning his head to continue chatting with the other two directors.

As he got closer and closer, my heart thumped rapidly, but on the surface, I still calmly pushed his hand away. Then, my gaze landed on Peng Haobai who was on the other side.

Peng Haobai finally raised his head and looked at me openly.

However, he did not say anything, only pretended to consider the contents of the wine cup, raising his glass towards horse guide, and drank it all in one gulp.

His meaning was probably obvious enough.

After receiving Peng Haobai's response, that man called horse guide naturally did not have any qualms.

His hand came closer to me.

I finally could not take it anymore, stood up, and slapped horse guide.

This slap made everyone present quiet down. That horse guide did not expect that in the entertainment circle, there were many self-proclaimed female artists. However, I'm afraid I'm the first one who dared to beat up a director.

Afterwards, I got up and walked towards Peng Haobai. I walked along the table, and tapped the corner of the table with my finger, and walked forward little by little, until I was standing in front of Peng Haobai and the two directors. With a tug, I ripped the tablecloth off the floor.

The bottles and jars on the table fell to the ground, the red wine sprinkled on Peng Haobai's body, and his white shirt instantly became dirty.

I looked down at him condescendingly, my words contemptuous.

"Since you know who I grew up with, you shouldn't try to challenge my bottom line."

"I don't even like people like them."

horse guide, who was just slapped dumb by me, regained his senses and walked over from behind me to grab my arm. He gritted his teeth.

"Stupid girl, you're giving me face and not taking it back."

I didn't even bother to look at him. I turned around and kicked the old man in the stomach.

I told him word for word as he fell to the ground, moaning in pain.

"I am not a stupid girl, my name is Lu Weian."

"You!" The horse guide laid on the ground moaning and pointing at my face while swearing, "You just f * cking wait! I'll let you have your way! "

Beside me, the other two men were also walking unsteadily toward me.

I mercilessly knocked them down one by one.

Then, he stretched his wrist and ankle, looking at them in this manner: "Lu Weian is my name, whoever who wants to take revenge can come, I will not be afraid."

It had to be said that the feeling of not having to whisper to each other was very pleasurable. He suddenly felt like he had returned to the past seven years, acting willfully and recklessly, daring beyond belief.

Peng Haobai also "f * ck" stood up, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The three old men on the ground subconsciously retreated, trembling as they looked at everything that happened in the room.

Unexpectedly, Peng Haobai just came over and hugged me.

Even I was startled.

"What are you doing?" I struggled in his arms. "The calm before the storm?"

He laughed.

"You are the kind of person that I like to show off your abilities to."

I was being held by him and smelled his men's perfume, which was probably the first time since we were married that he had held me in his arms without the smell of a woman's perfume.

I suddenly felt very sad. "You sold me out. Could it be that you want to test if my bad temper is still there?"

Peng Haobai hugged me even more tightly.

My mind buzzed and suddenly, I forcefully pushed the man away.

He raised his head and looked at him coldly. "Then let me tell you, he's still here."

Four eyes, he and I knew each other for ten years, ten years of more or less memories passed by in front of my eyes, like autumn maple leaves, rustling down.

He said, "If I hadn't seen you like this again, I wouldn't have been able to remember why I fell head first into this relationship."

"Actually, it's better if I forgot." "I can't go back," I told him.

"All these years, even when I wanted to enter, you refused to open the door for me."

He could only use this kind of method to get close to me. Otherwise, it would be too unfair between him and me.

I looked at him, my eyes full of alienation.

"Little White, let's get a divorce."

This time, I was really determined.

I saw him close his eyes, and I took the handkerchief from the table and walked away.

My hands were full of red wine. I didn't take the paper to wipe my tears away, I just wanted to wipe my hands.

I didn't cry, and in the end I didn't turn to see what he looked like.

After this matter, I never returned to the Peng Family. He did not receive the notice of divorce as he wished, nor did he receive the notice of divorce that was sent to the Peng Family.

I really didn't want to go so far as to resort to the law and force a divorce.

I don't even want the luggage that I have left in Peng Haobai's house, I only want to stay in the old house beside the orphanage. As long as I stand by the window, I can see the lawn in the orphanage, as well as the children who are happily playing around.

He didn't like playing in the yard, and most of the time he actually liked watching legal shows in his house, but ever since I told him that I could see him in the red brick house across the street whenever he played on the front lawn, he had often come out to play in the yard.

Every time I stood in the middle of the lawn, I would stand on tiptoe and wave at me.

I looked at him and suddenly felt that no matter how much pain I endured, it was all worth it.

That day, I finally received Peng Haobai's reply. When I opened the package, I found a torn contract and a few words of paper.

"Lu Weian, I won't let you go back to look for Mu Huainan."

Just as I received the package, I received a call from Peng Haobai.

Get him on the line and ask me point-blank.

"When are you coming home?"

"I'm at home." Ninety-nine places, that's my home.

Anger could be heard in the other party's voice.

"Are you with An Fang?"

I can't help but laugh.

"Young Master Peng, since you mentioned going home, you can even subconsciously understand that my home is not Peng Family's villa. Why are you still insisting on not letting me go?"

"Lu Weian!" He gritted his teeth and called my name.

"What is it?"

"Let me tell you, you better hurry up and come home. That day, you angered the people from the Master Zhao, so come back quickly and beg me to protect you. Otherwise, I'll tell you, you don't even know how you died."

I coldly replied, "I won't trouble Young Master Peng to worry about me."

"Lu Weian, I will tell you …"

He seemed to be in a hurry to say something else, but I didn't want to hear it. I hung up without hesitation and added him to the blacklist.

It seemed that the law stipulated that as long as the couple lived apart for a certain period of time, they could agree to a divorce.

I will accompany Jiu Jiu here, and when I have saved up enough money, I will take her abroad to treat her illness.

As for Lu Jingyu.

I know I'm an incompetent sister, but between my child and my sister, I have to make a choice.

If you want retribution for my selfishness, please have it all on me, so as not to implicate my child.

I'm not afraid of anything anymore.

Although Mu Huainan is vicious, at the very least, he is my little sister.

Outside the window, the old trees on the street were all barren. It was winter in Mu City and there was less rain.

I think that Peng Haobai and I, if the world is not old, he is the pride of the heavens, I can ignore the affairs of the world.

Who in the world had died first in his memories? I can't remember.

I threw away all those pieces of the divorce agreement and didn't send any more to Peng Haobai. I can't anger him, he has his chips in his hands.

At least the orphanage is Peng Family's.

I can't let my son be threatened.

On that day, it suddenly started raining. The rain seemed to come endlessly from the start, and after the winter, the Mu City rarely rained. Unknowingly, the rainy season began.

I looked at the bare lawn of the orphanage and was afraid that 99 might be scared.

But he was more mature and independent than I had expected, and when I received his call later on, he consoled me in his childish voice, saying that the Auntie Lu was not afraid, that the thunder was not that God was angry, but that his nose was tickling and sneezing, and that it was not at all frightening.

I hugged my cell phone and thanked him softly, thinking that my 99th must be the loveliest child in the world.

I fell asleep with the beauty of 99. Thunder was rumbling outside, but my heart was calm.

It's been a long time since I've had this kind of peace.

I had a dream that day, a very long and complicated dream, just like at the end of a TV show, when the main character sits on a bench in the park, or lies in the soft collapse of the bedroom, slowly closing his eyes and recalling the layers of his life, from the ignorance of his youth, to the slow growth of his being a person, to see through the complexity of the time, to experience the warmth of his life.

I saw myself, ten years old, bid farewell to Lu Jingyu, and was sent abroad to lose my memories.

I saw myself as a fifteen-year-old, my parents dead overnight, my company sold, and I adopted a godfather.

I saw myself, eighteen years old, confused, stripped of my clothes and gave myself to Mu Huainan.

I saw myself, twenty-five years old, walking down the long corridor of Hetang, surrounded by the old smell of old age. I followed that man, who always played with a bracelet, with a gentle look in his eyes, but anyone who looked at me would tremble with fear.

He told me that I was his life, that he used to hold me in his arms and teach me to do math, that he was a swindler and a swindler and a swindler, and that he put lipstick on me and bought me heels and rubbed my ankles and said that when I was an adult I should look like a pretty little girl.

He said that he had accumulated so much hatred in his life that the people of the world were afraid of him hating him. He wasn't afraid of anything, only that I wasn't happy.

It was as if I saw his eyes that were filled with neither joy nor sorrow. As I looked at him, my heart gradually started to moisten. "An An, don't cry. When you cry, my heart aches."