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Chapter 1879

The more Zhong Wenqing thought about it, the more frightened she became. She was obsessed with her personality as a popular female star, and she couldn't help herself. She was obsessed with the spotlight, the overwhelming presence of us on the Internet, and the fans' pursuit of her. She couldn't do without these.

If she really didn't have these, she felt that she would die.

So Zhong Wenqing still refused to let go even though she felt that her hands were going to be hot. Even until now, Zhong Wenqing never thought of giving up her sons.

In other words, she has no confidence in herself, she can't do without the spotlight, and she can't bear the blessing of those auras, so she still has to keep these little devils.

Want to be popular by any means, this is Zhong Wenqing.

The knocking on the door in the room became weaker and weaker, and the screams gradually disappeared.

Zhong Wenqing knew that either her sons were full, or the assistant passed out.

She didn't dare to go in now, she was worried that the assistant had passed out, but the sons hadn't had enough to eat, if she went in now, it would be like sending herself into the tiger's mouth.

Zhong Wenqing doesn't feel guilty about her assistants, she gives them so many years every year, of course they have to help her when she needs help the most.

Otherwise, why would she spend so much money to support them.

At this moment, Zhong Wenqing only regretted that she had no choice but to seal the door, otherwise, she would call all three of her assistants over to let her sons eat their fill.

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At this time, on the 17th floor, Yu Chengjing knocked on the director's room door with weak legs.

The director yawned and opened the door, complaining: "You said you, come back at this time, you go to bed, what's the matter, tomorrow...you, eh...what's wrong with you?"

While the director was talking, he saw that Yu Chengjing's body fell into the room as if he had lost his support.

The director quickly supported Yu Chengjing: "What's the matter with you, why is your face so ugly?"

At this time, Yu Chengjing's legs could no longer walk, and he felt that neither of his legs was his own: Yu Chengjing had exhausted all his strength to be able to support the aisle from the elevator...

The director was taken aback by Yu Chengjing's appearance, and dragged him to sit on the sofa in the room.

"Tell me, what's going on with you, hey..." The director sighed, thinking that Yu Chengjing was sad because of his wife's cheating: "I know, you must be in a bad mood when something like this happened in your family. But, you are still young, you can't let yourself be decadent like this because of such a woman, you...""

Yu Chengjing: "The director...not..."

The director was a little surprised: "No? You didn't have an accident at home, so you... lost your soul?""

Yu Chengjing shook his head: "It's not because of the family, the director...I'm almost scared to pee..."

director……

"Are you... scared to pee?"

At this time, Yu Chengjing had almost recovered his voice. Although he was still a little trembling, he was able to speak in complete sentences: "I just arrived at the hotel. I thought I should go back to the room to rest first, but I didn't expect..."

The director was curious: "What did you not expect?"

Yu Chengjing wanted to describe what he saw, but when he thought of Zhong Wenqing's face, he felt his stomach churning: "I saw... saw... no, no, when I think about it, I'm afraid... I... …vomit……"

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(End of this chapter)