Ex-husband, why don't you go to heaven?

Chapter 19
"The artist and the agent have a close relationship of mutual cooperation, but there is a limit to this intimacy. I hope that my artist can have his own opinions and ideas, instead of blindly following the arrangement of the agent. The acting career is not only a An artist’s work is also an artist’s life.”

Qiao Weiliang put down the teacup and said calmly, An Ruobai was stunned and froze for a moment.

His face felt hot, as if he had been slapped.

The most fundamental reason why he ended up like a street rat in his last life was that he relied on people who shouldn't be relied on.

After living a new life, he thought that he had changed many things and the ending would be different, but what Qiao Weiliang said just now woke him up. If he didn't change himself, no matter what path he took, the final ending would probably be the same.

His chest was slightly hot, and An Ruobai held up the teacup in front of him with both hands: "Sister Weiliang, now I will replace wine with tea, thank you for your kindness! I will do it first as a respect!"

Qiao Weiliang: "..."

The corners of her lips could not help twitching, Qiao Weiliang forced herself to get used to this man's crazy words, looked down at the menu, and ticked off two dishes.

After eating, Qiao Weiliang took An Ruobai back, rested for half an hour and said to An Ruobai: "We will live here for a month, there is some food and your change of clothes in the car, you can Go down and lift up."

"Am I alone?"

An Ruobai pointed to the tip of his nose and asked in disbelief.

Qiao Weiliang folded her arms around her chest, and gave him a cold look: Otherwise?
Thinking of the training plan that he saw in the car before, An Ruobai swallowed the rest of the words silently, and then walked down the mountain resignedly.

Two hours later, An Ruobai came back with trembling legs, carrying a very professional looking mountaineering bag on his back.

"Why is there so much meat in the bag?"

An Ruobai collapsed in the living room and asked. At that time, Qiao Weiliang was watching a variety show on TV, and said without looking back: "It looks delicious, so I brought it."

"Then can you cook?"

"Can't you bring it if you don't?" Qiao Weiliang looked away from the TV and asked coldly.

An Ruobai shivered, and continued to go down the mountain to be her own porter. God knows when this woman stuffed so many bags into the car.

On the first day of living in the mountains, An Ruobai was so tired that he almost collapsed, fell asleep on the bed before ten o'clock that night.

The next day, Qiao Weiliang forcibly pulled her up to run. After running, she would find a tree to stretch her ligaments and do pull-ups or something.

In just ten days, An Ruobai felt that he had already done the exercise in two lifetimes.

But on the 11th day, An Ruobai was able to wake up early and go out to exercise consciously.

Hearing the sound of him going out, Qiao Weiliang fell back on the bed and slept for a while, and then changed into casual clothes and went out when she was full of sleep.

Instead of looking for An Ruobai, she walked in the opposite direction.

Passing through the dense forest, a gentle slope appeared in front of him. There was a tombstone on the gentle slope, surrounded by weeds. Qiao Weiliang walked over and didn't think it was dirty. He just sat on the ground and started pulling weeds, with the corners of his lips still hooked. Light smile.

"Dad, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing?"

Qiao Weiliang talked to himself, licked his lips and smiled mockingly: "She is now an upright Mrs. Gu, the news is all over the sky, you should know it too, I went there that day too, it's a pity She was stopped outside as a terrorist, otherwise, I can also see how happy she is now."

After pulling out the weeds, with dirt on his hands, Qiao Weiliang rolled up his sleeves and gently wiped the tombstone, put his face on the cold tombstone, and smiled softly: "Dad, I'm married, and that person's name is Ji Zhen, who I love very much." Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to like me..."

Knowing that no one would answer him, Qiao Weiliang continued talking like a chatterbox, and waited until it was almost dark before going back slowly.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard An Ruobai cursing: "Damn! There won't be a power outage at this time, right?"

(End of this chapter)