you are my joy

Chapter 700 Trap
Zhong Lun put down the thermos cup in his hand and just stood up with the costume, when Yan Xi suddenly sat up from the chair and woke him up.

"Wait! Lend me your phone."

Zhong Lun glanced at him suspiciously, but still handed him the phone.

"password."

After Zhong Lun reported the password, Yan Xi quickly unlocked the phone, opened the voice memo and pressed the record button.

Seeing his series of actions, Zhong Lun frowned slightly.

"You suspect this is a trap?"

Yan Xi smiled evilly, handed the phone back to him, and then lay back on the chair.

"I don't know if it's a trap, but it's always right to have multiple hearts."

It's been a little too quiet these days.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Zhong Lun pursed his lips, then put the phone in his pocket, and went to the dressing room with the costume.

The dressing room is a little far from the shooting site, and now the crew is busy shooting, and there are almost no people near the dressing room.

Zhong Lun walked to the door of the dressing room and saw that the door of the dressing room was open with a small slit, but he did not push the door and walked in without authorization, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Bring in the costume."

A female voice came from the room, Zhong Lun looked at the costume in his hand and said.

"It's not very convenient for me to go in. I'll put the costume for you at the door. Come out and get it yourself."

There are women inside, and it is such a private place as the dressing room, it is always inconvenient for him to enter by a man.

"I'm busy doing my makeup! If you bring it in, you can bring it in. I don't feel inconvenient as a woman. What are you doing as a man?"

Everyone inside said so, Zhong Lun hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door and walked in.

The dressing room is very large, and the rows of costumes hanging near the door block the view, and it is impossible to see who is inside.

Going all the way to the deepest part of the room, Zhong Lun was stunned for a moment when he saw the woman inside, and the sound of the door closing made him immediately regain his senses.

Without stopping, Zhong Lun turned around and walked back to the door of the dressing room, twisting the door handle.

The door... was already locked.

"Alan, don't you just want to see me?"

Zhang Yiqiu was wearing a camisole with only a wool cardigan draped over it, and hugged Zhong Lun gently from behind when he tried to open the door.

Zhong Lun quickly broke her hand and threw her away, took a step back and looked at her with a sullen face.

"Zhang Yiqiu, what are you trying to do!"

No matter how dumb he was, he could see that this was really a trap.

Zhang Yiqiu fluttered his hair, raised his red lips slightly, smiled lightly, and rushed forward to wrap Zhong Lun's neck tightly.

"I didn't want to do anything, I just missed you, don't you miss me?"

She said, her fingertips gently depicting his facial features, with a hint of provocation.

Zhong Lun frowned in disgust, tilted his head to avoid her fingers, and reached out to break her arm, in exchange for a tighter force.

"Let go! Zhang Yiqiu! Don't make me hate you!"

Zhang Yiqiu pressed his toes slightly, and his upper body suddenly pushed him against the wall, his arms still tightly hugging his neck, and there was a look of affection in his eyes.

"I thought you would hate me when I treated you like that, but you didn't, Aaron, does that mean you still love me all the time?"

Zhong Lun sneered, and before he could speak, Zhang Yiqiu continued to say to himself:

"Since you still love me, why can't you help me?"

"Can you help me in front of Mrs. Ji? Zhang Yiqiu, my morals are still there, I don't want to do such a thing as a third party! I don't hate you because I want to let myself go, I only If you want to get together and relax with you, please do it yourself!"

Love?
He also thought he still loved her.

Until a few days ago, when she stood in front of him covered in red, there was no wave in his heart other than anger.

It was also at that moment that he realized that the decadence for more than a year was not because of her leaving, but because of her unscrupulous betrayal and ruthless smearing.

Zhang Yiqiu stroked his cheek and smiled softly.

"Alan, it's too late."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the fitting room was suddenly knocked several times. Before Zhong Lun could react, Zhang Yiqiu hugged Zhong Lun and turned around, as if she was pressed against the wall by Zhong Lun.

She grabbed Zhong Lun's clothes with one hand, rubbed her hair casually with the other, and quickly wiped her lips with her fingertips. The cardigan on her shoulders fell with her movements, and the shoulder straps also slipped.

With a "bang", the door of the dressing room was slammed open, and reporters with cameras rushed in, slamming the two of them.

Zhang Yiqiu grabbed Zhong Lun's clothes almost as soon as the door opened, and the sound of begging sounded at the same time.

"Zhong Lun, please don't do this to me! We are already divorced! Please let me go... Help... Help me..."

The fast flashing flash captured this scene, Zhang Yiqiu raised his head pitifully, and panicked and shrank his body to the side, shivering, his hair was messy, and there were still crystal tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't shoot! Please don't shoot!"

"Queen Zhang Ying, were you calling for help just now? Did your ex-husband try to do something bad to you?"

"Did he just want to force bao you?"

The reporter's questions came one after another, all of which revolved around Zhong Lun's attempt to betray Zhang Yiqiu.

"Please don't take pictures, please leave me some dignity, please..."

Zhang Yiqiu hugged himself tightly, Douda's tears fell on his arm one by one, and the mess of his body already explained everything.

Zhang Yiqiu's assistant hurriedly squeezed in from the crowd, picked up the coat on the ground and draped it over her shoulders, hugged it into her arms, and shoved the reporter in front of her.

"Stop filming! Stop filming! If you want to film, expose this scumbag! What's the point of always filming victims?"

Seeing this, the reporter held up the microphone and immediately surrounded Zhong Lun, all the long guns and short guns aimed at his face.

"Zhong Lun, you became Yanxi's manager after he took over this drama. Did you plan to plot against Empress Zhang Ying before that?"

"You are still carrying the black material of domestic violence. Guangsheng Entertainment is willing to hire you like this. Does it mean that Guangsheng Entertainment also acquiesced to your behavior?"

"Domestic violence, sex, Zhong Lun, do you take the law seriously?"

There were chaotic questions in his ears. Zhong Lun, who had been standing in the same place for a long time, recovered from the reporter's chaotic questions. He looked at Zhang Yiqiu, who was on the side, and then looked at him, who was about to put the camera in his face. The reporter on the top, the disbelief and daze in the eyes are intertwined, and the eyes gradually lose focus.

Everything... was still guessed by Yanxi.

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