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

Go find someone else, Liang Zhi repeated in his heart. Anyway, with her powerful position, it is not difficult to find another clean male artist. Don't let her use wine as a means.

He spoke cleanly, and there was no hatred or hatred in his expression or tone, he just wanted to separate the relationship.

Wan Qian looked at him with aggressive eyes.

That made Liang Zhi dare not look directly at more than a dozen cameras than hundreds of spectators. He used the movement of pushing his glasses to look at the table to avoid staring at her.

Still holding the bottle, Wan Qian pushed Liang Zhi's hand away with the body of the bottle, then pulled out the cork and poured wine into the two goblets.

The crimson liquid rushed into the wall of the cup, as if to match her voice.

"Speaking up is never a good way to end a relationship, and usually it makes me feel like there's still room to fight."

I don't know if I'm talking about business experience or relationship experience, but it doesn't matter, anyway, she has rich experience in both aspects.

Liang Zhi said, "There is no room."

Wan Qian put a glass of wine in front of him, the posture of holding the goblet was elegant and beautiful, her fingers looked particularly good against the wine-red background, she couldn't even find a rough place, and there were few heavy objects at first glance Missy.

He didn't drink that glass of wine, and before Wan Qian's hand could be retracted, he pushed it aside.

"Drinking is a mistake, I won't drink again."

Wan Qian paused, took a sip to herself, and then said: "We are not a transaction. If we just take what we need and use our bodies and resources as currency, then our way of getting along will not be the same as before. Like that."

Liang Zhi laughed at himself: "What was it like before? You arrange resources for me, and I wash it up and go to the hotel to sleep with you?"

"You know it's not like that. Have I ever given you a night and then dumped you a resource? I'm in a good mood with you, so I want to help you with something, which is also a reward, but the latter has It fits the way I treat people with feelings." Wan Qian took another sip of wine and said slowly.

The temperature in the private room was adjusted a bit high, she was a heat intolerant person, her face was so hot that she got hot flashes, so she simply took off her coat and threw it aside.

Liang Zhi remained calm, and only took off the lenses when they were fogged up, lowered his head and wiped them quietly, and couldn't see his expression clearly when he was speaking.

"Then your way is really special."

Wan Qian didn't care about his sarcasm, and continued: "Of course, I know that getting along in harmony later on can't offset the ulterior motives at the beginning of the matter. I did plot against you, and I didn't intend to develop any deeper relationship with you at the beginning .”

Although he knew this fact, Liang Zhi was still embarrassed and uncomfortable when he heard her say it.

He rarely felt angry, but now it was the same as that day in the hot spring villa, the deliberately suppressed anger was bubbling, one after another, turning the emotions in his heart into boiling water.

"Then why do you still wrong yourself to keep me by your side? Why do you put up with listening to me say those funny things? Do you just think it's funny? Do you think it's ridiculous to see me rushing to admit my mistakes and rushing to sleep with you? Can you adjust your mood?"

"Every time I carefully care about you as a girlfriend, when the person I like takes care of you, you keep silent, are you laughing at me in your heart? To you, I am just a clean man, with no money or ability. Isn't it ridiculous to have the face to treat you as a girlfriend?"

He still remembered that there was no soundproofing in the restaurant, and he asked in a low voice, because the emotion was too intense, his face turned red and his neck swelled after he finished speaking, and it took a while for the veins on his neck to disappear.

Wan Qian frowned and said, "I didn't think about it that way, nor was I in the mood to rush to the hotel for a few hours in the middle of work, just to watch someone's joke and laugh in my heart."

She wasn't Wen's psychopath.

"I don't believe you don't know. Every time I go to see you, I take the time to rest and avoid your schedule. If I just treat you as a random lover, then your work should all revolve around Arrange it on my time."

Liang Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner: "Then should I thank you for being soft-hearted to me later? Wan Qian, don't you understand why I am so angry and don't want to continue this deformed relationship?"

It seems that the torrent of money and power has washed the minds of the two types of people into two different continents. They are clearly talking about the same thing, but they seem to be arguing two completely unrelated topics, and they cannot go together.

Wan Qian said: "I know you mind the disgraceful beginning of this matter. I calculated you and lied to you. I also understand your bitterness. But the subsequent relationship is not fake, and you can also feel that you are right. No? Do you really want to give up all the happiness behind because of that little bit of unhappiness?"

The corners of Liang Zhi's mouth didn't have a slight curvature, and he didn't even want to look at her. He didn't answer "yes" or "no" decisively, but his indifferent expression was enough to explain his answer.

After a few seconds, he restrained his inexplicable disappointment and discomfort, and said with a straight face: "This is not a business deal, and people who have had a bad relationship will not shake hands and make peace again because of interests."

Wan Qian frowned again, unable to suppress her emotions on her tired face, she stretched out her hand to stroke her hair, and drank the last bit of red wine at the bottom of the glass.

When the hair was pushed back, there was a dark mark on the neck.

Liang Zhi only saw it once, and he wasn't even sure about the shape and color, but in his mind, that mark seemed to be formed in three dimensions, and it was processed into an ambiguous hickey in his imagination.

A gust of cold air rushed up from the bottom of his feet, he was like an ice sculpture frozen in place, his anger turned into a sour and stinging pain like ants gnawed, and his eyes were fixed on the place under her hair.

How long has it been since we separated before she has a newcomer?
It's normal, didn't he himself tell her to find someone else?But, she has someone else, why is she acting like she wants to redeem her?

The atmosphere of silence was depressing. Liang didn't know how to describe his mood, but he couldn't turn a blind eye and opened his mouth anyway.

"What's on your neck?" He asked with difficulty.

Wan Qian frowned, took out the makeup mirror from her bag, and brushed her hair back to take a look.

It was two wounds connected together, one was a little bruised, and the other was scarred, because it was not big, it looked like a hickey.

Wan Qian was also silent for a while when she saw the trace.

Liang Zhi felt that this was already a good answer, and that picture was more convincing than saying anything to end today's meeting.

He picked up his mobile phone and wanted to get up to leave, but Wan Qian said at this moment, "You scratched your glasses last time."

Liang Zhi sat back in an instant, unable to believe that she would tell such a lie: "We have been separated for a while, even if there is such a wound, it will recover within a week."

Wan Qianfeng said calmly: "I want to attend a commercial party. If there are scars, the color will be too dark to hinder makeup, so I tore off the scabs that day."

Liang Zhi stuttered, really?