Baby is so sweet: Forbidden to love the president, addicted to flirting!

Chapter 85 Is It Really Poisonous

Ye Jingting didn't stay that night because she refused to keep him in a low voice.

He also didn't go to Su Huang's Jinhaiwan villa, probably because Su Huang approached him for impure purposes.

What Bairan was puzzled about was that it was easy to find out Su Xi's background with Ye Jingting's status.

Why did he put all his effort into placing Su Yu by his side? Could it be that even if Ye Jingting found out her identity, he was still deeply fascinated by Su Xi and couldn't extricate himself?

Although Su Xi has this capital, she doesn't believe that Ye Jingting has never met such a stunning beauty, unless he has a special liking for Su Xi...

Because of this incident, Bairan was absent-minded during filming during the day.

Director Lin scolded the scene NG several times.

"Do you still want to film or not? You're like a wandering soul all day long with no energy at all. If you don't want to film, go home!"

Bairan pursed her lips, recovered and apologized, "I'm sorry, Director Lin, my arm is burned and sometimes it hurts so much that I can't concentrate. I promise I won't do it next time."

"I'll give you one last chance, if you don't make a good shot, just call it a day!" Director Lin looked at her coldly.

Bai Ran nodded repeatedly. Although she could let go of her self-esteem in front of Director Lin, why did she refuse to give in in front of Ye Jingting?
It seemed that she realized that she was affected by this man, so that she couldn't work normally when filming.

Bairan tried not to think about him as much as possible, and finally finished the scene.

Unexpectedly, the next scene will be a rivalry with Bai Yunhua.

And it was a scene she had been waiting for for a long time.

Bai Yunhua walked over calmly uncharacteristically, and gave her a condescending glance, "Don't hold me back, I can't retake N times for you alone."

These words seemed to inspire Bai Ran.

In front of Director Lin, she said loudly, "One time is enough."

"The tone is not small, okay, the filming will start in 5 minutes." Director Lin saw that Bai Yunhua's bad mood just now seemed to be swept away, smiled and went to arrange a seat, and guided Bai Yunhua by the way.

After 5 minutes, the seat is ready.

Bairan walked into the palace in a daze, and Bai Yunhua looked at her angrily.

The next moment, Bai Yunhua came over angrily, grabbed her long hair, forced her to look up at her, and asked her why she wanted to kill her child.

Bai Ran's scalp ached violently from being scratched by her, and her eye sockets were naturally slightly moist, and she entered the state sooner than expected.

She said it wasn't her.

Bai Yunhua didn't believe it, she was like a crazy mother who lost her child, torturing her like her life.

Bairan was in excruciating pain all over, but he didn't beg for mercy.

Instead he laughed.

Bai Yunhua asked her why she was laughing.

She said that laughing at her crazy, laughing at her crazy, watching her suffering is her greatest happiness.

When he said this sentence, the tears in Bairan's eyes did not retreat, and there was no trace of happiness.

In the end, Bai Yunhua ordered the maid to bring up two things.

Poisoned wine and white silk.

Let her choose one.

Bairan looked at it for a long time, stroked the white silk with her slender fingers, and asked her with a light smile, this white silk is very beautiful, did she choose it specially for her sisters?
Bai Yunhua looked at her coldly and didn't answer, because there was no such thing in the script.

She said that this way of death is too painful, there is already so much pain in the world, why add another suffering before death.

After finishing speaking, Bairan picked up the glass of poisoned wine and gently rubbed it with downcast eyes.

Then he raised his eyes and asked Bai Yunhua, word by word: Is there really poison in the wine?
Bai Yunhua's eyes were complicated, and she nodded indifferently. The wine was naturally poisonous, and she would not be merciful for her dead child.

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