After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 321 Retribution
When the photos of Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng were circulating online, Feng Qing had just moved into a new home.

It is a very ordinary residential area. Although the general environment and size do not meet her requirements, this is the only vacant house that can be found today. After all, she moved on a temporary basis.

Because she really can't stand the harassment from fans and paparazzi.

The network-wide attack that started from the day of the court's verdict, along with Zhong Jiuyin's hospitalization some time ago, doubled the pressure on her again.

In the beginning, it was just insults on the Internet. Without the support of fans, she didn't dare to take a second look online, and all she received were vicious and ugly words.

Then those people got her cell phone number from nowhere, and kept calling and sending messages to insult her and curse her.Harass her relatives and friends, and incur accusations and lessons among relatives and friends.

Later, her home address was leaked, black fans and paparazzi came to her door and blocked her downstairs to interview her and ask her to give an explanation, which caused complaints from the residents of the same building.She fled back in a hurry and was followed to the door again.

Those people banged on the door and yelled loudly, sprayed paint on her door and wrote "go to hell", even knocked on the door in the middle of the night, and rang the doorbell frantically every hour or two...

Feng Qingjue couldn't sleep well, and she didn't dare to go out. She closed all the curtains, turned off all the lights, and hid in the room to find a sense of security.

The dark room and the collapsing reality stimulated her everywhere. If this continues, she will suffer from nervous breakdown sooner or later.

So she moved hastily, into a place where no one knew her.

Finally, there was no noisy abuse outside, Feng Qing gained the long-lost silence, sitting in a pile of luggage, but still a little panicked, she had to glance at the door from time to time, always feeling that someone would hammer the door vigorously and curse her for not doing well in the next second die.

Zhong Jiuyin's revenge was accurate and ruthless.

The luggage hadn't been packed yet, but Feng Qing didn't want to do anything. Looking at the old window sill, her mind was filled with the anxiety and anger of being stepped into the mud.

Two months ago, she was still a rising star in the entertainment industry. She had many fans, and there were a few admirers who could brag about her. She had a manager and two assistants to help her solve her life problems, and even met reporters and paparazzi. Very polite.

But now, she is the street mouse that everyone shouts and beats, and the fans have basically lost their fans, and some of them turned back and became the ones who scolded her the most.

There are endless breach of contract lawsuits and endless compensation.Su Cheng kicked her, and the rich second generation next to her ignored her recently. The manager's assistant was able to answer the phone to help her at first, but now he directly blocks her.Not to mention the paparazzi reporters, who only knew how to ask about her and Zhong Jiuyin with their dirty mouths.

How did it develop into this, covering her head like an airtight plastic bag, making it hard for her to breathe.

Living alone was too depressing, she turned around anxiously, and tentatively clicked on the social software.

The abuse was like hot porridge thrown from the fire, scalding her instantly.

It's all insults, all of it.

But after refreshing the news, what I saw was the good news about Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng's love on the street. Compared with the two, the difference is so big that it makes people feel unbalanced.

She masochistically clicked in to take a look, saying it was a sneak photo, but it looked like a deliberately edited picture, Zhong Jiuyin was in such good condition that she could see the hydration of her skin, and Yan Cheng was looking at her with a smile.

Feng Qing stretched out her hand to touch her face. In the pictures secretly taken by the paparazzi a few days ago, her face was sallow and frowning, which had nothing to do with the word "female star".

Comparisons always make people jealous, Feng Qing looked at the two people in the photo with resentment, and sneered.

Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng are still together.

Feng Qing also knew Zhong Jiuyin well. The state of Zhong Jiuyin in the hospital that day showed that Zhong Jiuyin was very concerned about Yan Cheng's presence in that incident. With her mental state of depression and suicide, she would definitely not be so open-minded. nothing.

She will definitely not hold back and continue to befriend Yan Cheng.

But now the screen is full of remarks such as "Yan Cheng took Zhong Jiuyin to make up for past regrets", "She saved him here so he is here to save her" and "They have a good relationship", which means that in such a short time, Zhong Jiuyin figured it out, and they got back together again?

So what did she do that day?She endured the pain of being harassed and insulted during this period, just wanting to tear them apart, wanting Zhong Jiuyin to lose her biggest backer, and not wanting her to have everything.

But it was all in vain!
Feng Qing opened her eyes wide and forced herself to look at the news every time it was refreshed. It was all about Zhong Jiuyin, she was taking on a new drama, she had a new luxury endorsement, how beautiful the cover photo was, and how good the effect of the broadcasted drama was. …

"Bang!" She suddenly kicked over the suitcase next to her, pushed the suitcase down, grabbed her bag and smashed it against the corner, causing the contents inside to fall all over the floor.

"Zhong Jiuyin! Zhong Jiuyin! It's all fucking Zhong Jiuyin!"

The angry yelling and crackling sounds were clearly a crash on top of chaos, but because of her recent experience of being alone to the point of being so quiet that she was scared, she slowly developed the illusion that she was comfortable and refreshed.

It made her want to continue, but she couldn't stop panicking at the same time.

The living room was in chaos, and Feng Qing stopped her breath and said to herself: "I can't be like her, didn't she just want me to experience the feeling of depression and collapse? I can't be like her."

When speaking, it was as if two moss stones that were about to dry up under the scorching sun rubbed against each other, making a sticky and unpleasant sound.

The phone on the table suddenly buzzed and vibrated, and the caller ID popped up.

Feng Qing's heart, which had been calm just now, beat violently again, as if beating a drum to burst her eardrums. She thought it was those black paparazzi again, and wanted to hang up in a panic, but saw Guo Mingli's name beating on the screen.

The phone vibrated for eight or nine seconds, but she hung up quickly in the end.

What Zhong Jiuyin said that day was like a curse, saying that her retribution would still come from Guo Mingli.Indeed, what good could Guo Mingli do by looking for her now.

She didn't answer, and went to set Do Not Disturb, all incoming calls and messages were blocked.

Just after tapping the screen twice, Guo Mingli's call popped up again.

Hang up again and keep calling.

The constant phone bombardment seemed to be connected to Guo Mingli's lingering face, Feng Qing directly dropped the phone and hid in the room by herself.

...

Different from Feng Qing's chaotic life, Zhong Jiuyin was already lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly for half an hour.

The sound of cooking and soup in the kitchen is not loud, even more inaudible when the door is closed, and it can be used as the sound of her sleeping environment.

Until the door was opened and a scent wafted out, Yan Cheng called her: "You can wake up, it's time to eat."

Zhong Jiuyin opened her eyes in a daze, wiped the corners of her mouth, and then sat up to wake up.

She was covered with Yan Cheng's coat, her arms were pulled out from the sleeves, she yawned and looked at the prepared dishes.

"What kind of chicken is that?"

"Five Fingers Peach Stewed Chicken."

"Where did you get the peaches?"

"...Five-finger hairy peach, a kind of Chinese herbal medicine. If you don't wake up, you can sleep for a while until it's time to eat hairy peaches."

"Hey, you, you just stopped pretending after you reconciled, right? Did you forget who paid for the food?"

(End of this chapter)