surrender to her

Chapter 97 You still like me, right?

Later, Meng Cheng appeared on several popular variety shows as a flying guest, and Reuters immediately rushed to the trending searches.

There are not many fans, the works have not yet accumulated, and the people have no ambition, but they are so beautiful that they beat men and women.

The next thing is to join the group, Meng Cheng really won the heroine of Chen An's new play, it is a fairy tale drama in ancient costume, the heroine is a heinous big devil.

She and Fu You sighed: the power of capital.

But there is one thing to say, Meng Cheng is born to eat this bowl of rice, and if you are a hardworking type, there will always be someone who works harder than you, but the gifted type is not.

After the stills of the set makeup were released, there were naturally many people on the Internet who said that Meng Cheng's resource cafe has a hard backstage, it doesn't matter, the filming is based on the filming, and the money is earned.

During the three months of filming in Hengdian, living in a different place, Meng Cheng and He Liangchi met less often, and occasionally drove his Bentley with serial numbers to find her to open a hotel to "sleep", and the next day the whole crew would definitely be attracted Onlookers discuss.

After finishing the filming, he was on vacation for a week, and He Liangchi suddenly said that he would take her to a business reception.

Meng Cheng never expected that she would meet the beast that gave her nightmares here.

"Let us invite Mr. Zhao Zhuosong, the overseas general agent of Mengshi Group, to give a speech!"

The applause was thunderous, and Meng Cheng looked at the gentle and elegant man on the stage, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Meng Cheng." Shen Cizhong called her with a worried voice.

Meng Cheng turned her head to meet He Liangchi's deep sea-like eyes, which seemed to have a soothing effect. She gradually calmed down and stood up from the VIP seat, "I, I'm going to the bathroom."

He Liangchi took her hand.

Meng Cheng smiled at him, "I'm fine."

Breaking out in cold sweat, Meng Cheng slapped his face with cold water, trying his best to drive out the shadowy images in his mind.

After turning off the faucet, she looked up at her pale face in the mirror.

That man, the man she almost died with five years ago...

Meng Zhiying's husband, Zhao Zhuosong.

A beast in human skin.

After a long time, Meng Cheng suppressed his chaotic emotions, took out lipstick to touch up the color of his pale lips, and went out.

When turning the corridor, suddenly, a cold and laughing voice sounded behind her, calling her: "Xiao Cheng."

Meng Cheng froze in an instant, the blood flowed backwards all over her body, her hairs stood on end, the feeling of panic and suffocation spread and wrapped around her, the dull footsteps of leather shoes on the thick carpet were getting closer and closer, she moved like crazy, moved to the corridor The green plant pot on the shelf next to it slammed at the man.

Zhao Zhuosong didn't hide, the porcelain basin hit his arm and fell on the carpet without breaking.

"I haven't been home for a long time. When will I go back? My aunt will cook for you, just like... before." Zhao Zhuosong stopped a meter away from her, with a gentle smile on his face, as if watching She didn't have the emotion of breaking down at the moment.

Meng Cheng stared at him, her throat seemed to be clenched and she couldn't breathe, with a heavy weight on her chest, her face gradually turned purple, and she leaned against the wall and bowed low.

"Someone seems to be looking for you outside, go quickly, don't make him wait in a hurry." Zhao Zhuosong passed her, and when he turned his head to speak, he revealed a scar that was close to the temple, extending into his hair.

As if to show her on purpose.

Meng Cheng curled his lips coldly, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "What you have done is enough to kill you ten thousand times."

"Xiao Cheng, my uncle is not afraid of death, what my uncle is afraid of is that I won't see you after death..."

The corner of Zhao Zhuosong's mouth was raised, revealing a strange and sinister look, which disappeared in an instant and returned to a gentle state.

……

He Liangchi found Meng Cheng in the corner of the lobby on the first floor. The lights in the lobby were bright and noisy, and she was huddled in the shadow behind the sofa.

The shoes were gone, she was barefoot, hugging her knees, and her hair was a mess.

There were tear stains on his face, and his whole body was broken into petals.

He Liangchi went to squat down, wrapped his arms around her knees, and hugged her horizontally.

Meng Chengwo leaned into his arms without saying a word.

When she got into the car, she refused to let go, so He Liangchi hugged her and sat down in the back seat, wrapped her cold body in a suit, and the body temperature was continuously transmitted to her.

Street lamps flew back and forth in long lines, casting flickering lights and shadows in the car.

"He Liangchi, you still like me, don't you?" She asked suddenly, her lips moved slightly, her voice was weak.

Like a drowning person who keeps falling, trying desperately to catch the swaying figure on the shore.

He Liangchi's heart ached, and he answered her: "Yes."

"But I'm... not so good."

"It's not your fault, Meng Cheng."

He Liangchi's voice paused, his throat became dry and hard to swallow: "I'm sorry..."

Meng Cheng's tears wet his chest, and he said with a smile, "Fool, why are you apologizing..."

He Liangchi hugged her tightly.

I am sorry.

I couldn't protect you back then.

I am sorry.

This is not the way to identify who hurt you.

—

The person on the bed curled up into a ball and fell asleep.

The phone screen lit up, and an unfamiliar text message jumped in.

Sender: Diablo.
is a photo.

In the big bright room, the girl sat down at the end of the bed, her eyes were empty, her hands were glaring with blood, her nightgown was also stained red, and she was holding a piece of sharp porcelain whose true color could not be seen clearly.

Zhao Zhuosong's clothes were disheveled, his head was cut and he knelt on the ground. Meng Zhiying checked Meng Cheng's injuries nervously and worriedly. His expression seemed to beg her for forgiveness, but his eyes were indifferent and disgusted.

Scattered on the ground were broken pieces of porcelain, the little foxes he had given her.

There is new news popping up.

[Look, how funny. 】

[I should have shown it to you when you came to see Meng Cheng five years ago, but it's not too late now. 】

[Fortunately, the villain's trick didn't succeed, but the princess isn't a princess anymore, what a pity. 】

He Liangchi's eyes turned black, the phone was about to be crushed by him, the lights in the room were turned off, the white light from the screen reflected the throbbing veins on his forehead, his eyes were scarlet, like a bloodthirsty demon.

He fell down in the bathroom with trembling steps. After a sharp pain all over his body, he lost consciousness in his internal organs and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He couldn't make a sound, and there was a deaf buzzing in his ears like a huge explosion. Anger, regret, fear and other emotions intertwined and disintegrated his body organs, as if they were going to drag him into a crushing machine and twist him to pieces.

among those people.

He hates himself the most.

Why...why didn't she be picked up from that hell!

Obviously he sensed something was wrong...

why! ! !
The mirror was shattered with a punch, and he held one of them, the sharp edge cut into his palm, and blood flowed out.

It was like trying to perceive her despair and helplessness at that time.

His shoulders trembled.

Tears melted into blood, leaving only red.

Turned into the words "blood debt blood repayment".

……

Mo Chen received two messages in the early morning.

CHI: [Find the ip address of this signaling code. 】

CHI: [Let's start, start with Zhao Zhuosong. 】

　I don't know how to write about the entertainment industry, so let's just read it, everyone, the story of the year is almost revealed, and there are not many plots behind.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)