"Zhong Qing didn't give me anything, and I never hoped to get anything from her." Cheng Weiyue paused slightly, turned around and walked out.

But Chu Manxiao stood there, and this time, she never spoke to stop him.

Will she lose everything soon?

But how could she be willing to do so? How could everything she had worked so hard for so many years be destroyed so easily?

Chu Manxiao's eyes were scarlet, with unwillingness and anger burning inside.

Cheng Weiyue thought she was too weak after all. She was not Zhong Qing, and she would never let herself be reduced to this step!

When Cheng Weiyue walked out of Chu Manxiao's set, it was a desolate and deserted evening outside.

Lin Miaoyu was sitting in the car, beside Lan Rong who looked impatient.

When Lan Rong saw Cheng Weiyue coming out, the impatient expression on his face calmed down, and he asked seriously: "What should I say?"

"As we expected, Chu Manxiao refused to admit it." Cheng Weiyue got into the car, took the hot tea handed over by Lan Rong, and took a sip.

Her calm look made Lan Rong couldn't help but laugh.

"Cheng Weiyue, you really look more and more like Zhou Jingwei." Lan Rong smiled and sighed: "What's wrong? You already have a countermeasure."

"If I didn't have a countermeasure, I wouldn't go to Chu Manxiao today."

Cheng Weiyue glanced at Lin Miaoyu, who had an ugly face and had not yet reacted, and lowered her voice: "You will live in the place I arranged first, and then you can leave after the matter is over."

These words brought some sparkle to Lin Miaoyu's eyes. She looked at Cheng Weiyue nervously and nervously, and said hoarsely: "Cheng Weiyue, can I trust you?"

"The grievances between us can be discussed after the matter is over. At least at this moment, you can trust me." Cheng Weiyue made a guarantee: "I can guarantee the personal safety of you and Ding Ao'er."

Lin Miaoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She leaned slumped on her seat and smiled bitterly: "I have been working hard for so many years, but I don't know why."

Lan Rong couldn't stand the look of self-pity on her, so he clicked his tongue and said coolly: "Isn't this retribution for your own desire to take shortcuts? Lin Miaoyu, if you act like this now, who else can

Will I pity you?"

People's hearts are complicated, that's how they are.

Cheng Weiyue lowered her head and glanced at her watch, and whispered: "Let's work overtime tonight to shoot the highlight of "Walking with the Mist". When I come back from Xuancheng, we can shoot the final scene.

"

Lan Rong was stunned for a moment, his face had been ugly all the way, and now it was even more ugly.

He stared at Cheng Weiyue and said coldly: "Have you forgotten that you are a pregnant woman? Cheng Weiyue, you ran to Xuancheng alone, you are not afraid of anything happening!"

"I didn't go alone," Cheng Weiyue corrected him, "Zhou Jingwei went with me, I'm safe."

Lan Rong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but his voice was still stiff, "Why are you going to Xuancheng?"

"Lin Miaoyu told me before that Chu Manxiao hired murderers to kill people, and the man named Shao Gao died in mysterious circumstances. Now I suspect that Fang Qing's sudden death was also related to Chu Manxiao."

Cheng Weiyue's words made Lin Miaoyu tremble on the side.

Her face turned blue, and she suddenly shook her head hard, looking at Cheng Weiyue with deep eyes, "It's been so long, you can't find evidence, Cheng Weiyue, give up this idea, Chu

My family is not vegetarian either.”

The Zhou family is indeed prominent, but the relationship between the aristocratic families is intricate. It is impossible for Zhou Jingwei to really fall out with the Chu family for Cheng Weiyue, right?

Lin Miaoyu thought like this, and it was rare for her to show some sincere concern for Cheng Weiyue, "Listen to me, you already have the manuscript. Exposing Chu Manxiao can be regarded as worthy of Zhong Qing's spirit in heaven."

"Exposure is just one of them," Cheng Weiyue shook her head with a firm expression: "If Chu Manxiao really kills He Zhong Qing, she must pay the due price for her actions."

Lin Miaoyu has never seen a person like Cheng Weiyue, stubborn, stubborn, black and white.

She didn't know what to say for a moment. She was silent for a long time before she said hoarsely: "Just think about it yourself, Cheng Weiyue, I hope you can really find the answer you want."

Lan Rong and Yang Jiao have a good relationship. Faced with Lin Miaoyu like this, he just feels that the other party is hypocritical.

He curled his lips in disgust and said, "Lin Miaoyu, do you know how to be a good person now? I tell you, it's too late!"

Lin Miaoyu's face turned pale.

Cheng Weiyue looked at the undercurrent between the two and just said calmly: "If a person wants to correct himself and make up for his mistakes, then he should be qualified to make up for it. But as for whether the victim is willing

Forgive, no one can influence you."

"How is it possible to forgive?" Lan Rong only found it funny, "If I were Yang Jiao, I would never forgive her in my life."

Cheng Weiyue said nothing, just looked at the retreating scenery outside the window.

Don't encourage others to do good unless they have suffered.

Cheng Weiyue is not Yang Jiao, and she did not bear the slaps that fell on Yang Jiao's face. She does not know what Yang Jiao thinks, and she is not qualified to forgive or condone anything on her behalf.

The scenery outside the car window recedes at an ever-increasing speed, like a train with no end in sight, carrying everyone to a future with no end in sight...

"Walking with the Mist on Our Backs", Scene Seven.

Appearances: Ning Xiaoshuang, Ji Lingfeng, Song Ming, Jiang Gu, Chen Meimei.

"Love letter? Who sent the love letter?"

The dim and flickering lights in the classroom reflected Ning Xiaoshuang's pale face.

The white letter in her hand was taken away, like a silent farce, the piece of paper jumped several times in the air, and it was unknown whose hand it fell.

"It's so funny that there are still people writing love letters. What era is this?"

"Let me see what's written."

There were girls who kept cheering, and everyone's face was filled with excitement.

They were all in their youth, and they were naturally curious about things like love letters.

"Ning Xiaoshuang, hello, I am Wang Xun from Class 1, Grade 3..."

When the girl who was reading the letter read this, the expression on her face froze, her mouth opened, and she looked astonished.

Chen Meimei, who was in the last row, raised her head with a fierce look in her eyes.

She twitched the corners of her lips and smiled very stiffly: "Who is in Class 1, Grade 3?"

"Did you get the name wrong?"

Someone was calling the original scene in a low voice.

Ning Xiaoshuang lowered her head and said nothing from the beginning to the end.

She was like an outsider, not part of this farce, even if this was a love letter that belonged to her.

This was not the first time that Ning Xiaoshuang received a love letter. Her beautiful appearance attracted a lot of attention to her.

After all, she is so beautiful and yet so poor.


Chapter completed!