Chapter 3569 When I Become a Scumbag Actor (Sixty-Five)

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He knew that Wen Haoqing's patience had always been very good, far better than his.

"Come out and meet." He smoked too much, his voice was hoarse, with a sandy texture: "I have something to tell you."

Wen Haoqing didn't ask anything, he just said a word in a gentle and calm manner, and then waited for Han Zhe to hang up first, which was a matter of education and etiquette.

Han Zhe sneered, more or less felt that Wen Haoqing was quite capable of pretending. He had been pretending for more than 20 years, and it was engraved in his bones.

He never thought that someone born in Wen's family would be a gentle and elegant son who was indifferent to fame and fortune.

joke.

You ask who in this circle believes?

Han Zhe gave the address, then hung up the phone and stood on the side of the road waiting for someone to come. The night sky turned overcast, the cold wind blew up, and then it rained lightly. The whole world was gray and there was no light to be seen.

half an hour later,

He saw a tall and young figure at the corner of the street, blending into the darkness without losing any of his dignity.

The man was holding an umbrella, his brows were half covered, and he came slowly, just like a gentle and clear gentleman in ancient times.

Han Zhe looked at Wen Haoqing expressionlessly.

Wen Haoqing finally stopped in front of Han Zhe, just one step away.

One autumn rain and one cold, the moonlight faded into the darkness, the sky was overcast, and the streets were deserted and empty.

The two stood facing each other, their temperaments were completely different, and they were born in two worlds.

a long time.

"When did this happen."

Han Zhe opened his mouth first, his eyes were ruthless, and there was a shocking coldness, but there was no expression on his face, and his voice fell with the cold rain, wrapped in a bleak chill.

Han Zhe never thought that one day Wen Haoqing would have a relationship with Song Bai.

never.

The cold and crystal-clear raindrops pattered down along the black and hard umbrella eaves, dripping down and hitting the ground, splashing out circles of ripples. Wen Haoqing said gently and calmly: "It's been a long time."

Han Zhe looked at the actor opposite, the shadow of the umbrella fell on him, Han Zhe smiled, his heart was empty, and the fire that had been suppressed from nowhere rose from the bottom of his heart, he was so tired of Wen Haoqing's ancient well without waves .

next second——

The bone umbrella suddenly dropped and hit the ground heavily, making a bang! Splashes of water splashed everywhere, and puddles piled up in circles reflected the gray sky and shattered inch by inch.

Han Zhe's phalanx jumped out frighteningly, and he grabbed Wen Haoqing's flat neckline with one hand, and dragged him in front of him. Hearing the strong wind,

It hit Wen Haoqing hard on the face!

Wen Haoqing was forced to lean forward, staggered for a moment, the bone umbrella fell to the ground, and all the rain fell on him. The chill penetrated into the bone marrow, and the skirt was also wet. His left hand was hanging by his side with distinct joints. Reflecting a white and cold color, he didn't move, and received this punch.

The side face was in hot pain, which made people gasp, and even a little numb. Wen Haoqing lowered his eyes, the shadow of his eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, and the cold rainwater slid down the deep lines of his side face, sinking into his collar without warmth , He looked indifferent, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lower lip, his mouth was filled with the smell of blood and rust.

This punch was very ruthless, almost ten percent of the force was used, and it landed on the warm and delicate skin without the slightest restraint. It soon turned blue and purple, and the corners of the lips were also broken, with blood stains along the distinct jaw line. Sliding down, there is a fragile and broken beauty.

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The sky was gloomy, the rain kept falling, and the street was endless, and there were only the two of them standing there.

Han Zhe grabbed Wen Haoqing's neckline with one hand, while the other hand was still in mid-air. His eyes were cold and hard, as if soaked in a cold pool for a long time. Looking at the motionless appearance of the actor, his eyes fell on Wen Haoqing's blue side Face.

Han Zhe was furious, but he never thought that Wen Haoqing would stand there motionless and let him beat him.

"What do you mean?" He sneered, a little sarcastic and disdainful.

Wen Haoqing let him move, licked the blood from the corner of her lips, raised her eyes after hearing this sentence, her peach blossom eyes were gentle, deep in the still water, raindrops fell on her eyelashes, rolled down and wiped Beyond the corner of the eye, it looks like a mole of tears.

"Have you lost your temper enough?" The film king's expression was calm from beginning to end, he treated people elegantly, and was well-dressed. Even if his clothes were wet in the cold rain and the blood on the corners of his lips was clotted, he didn't look embarrassed at all. He said, pushing Unlocking Han Zhe's hand holding his collar, he calmly straightened the messy neckline, smoothed the wrinkles on the snow white, and covered the cold white collarbone.

Such a non-painful attitude made Han Zhe feel like he had punched cotton.

He clenched and loosened his fingers hanging by his side, repeatedly, his knuckles turned white, and said sharply, "What do you mean by me asking you!"

"I suggest you calm down first." Rainy night and autumn wind, the street was dark, without moonlight or shadow, Wen Haoqing flicked the rainwater off his sleeve with his fingers, with a gentle and elegant attitude.

The more this happened, the more Han Zhe felt the unreasonable sarcasm. He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down. After a few moments of silence, he didn't know what kind of mood he asked such a sentence: "Do you know me? Was it the previous relationship with Song Bai?"

Wen Haoqing was tall and tall, looking at him calmly.

"She used to do everything possible to climb onto my bed, and I was the one who brought her out. Don't you think the word "financial master" is ironic." Han Zhe half-closed his eyes, leaned back, leaning against the car door, with an unclear expression, Under the lazy appearance and chatting and laughing, the words spit out like a sharp knife, were casually said by the owner: "We have done everything you did with her, dating, kissing, and even making love."

The sound of the rain was rustling, Wen Haoqing didn't show any expression, "So what."

"You really don't mind, Wen Haoqing." Han Zhe lit a cigarette with downcast eyes. Because of the rainy air, he failed to light it several times. He pressed the lighter impatiently, making a clicking sound, which was a little light In a mocking tone: "We have known each other for more than 20 years, don't pretend to be with me. Others don't know what kind of person you are, but I do."

"How do you accept such a person with a cleanliness obsession like you?" His fingertips flickered, Han Zhe looked deeply at the film king, smiled, a little playful and evil: "When you called her the gold master, you thought that she had Have you ever called someone a gold master?"

In fact, nothing happened between Han Zhe and Song Bai before, but he just wanted to stab Wen Haoqing with words.

However, sometimes the mask stays for a long time and it is difficult to take it off.

"That can only be the past." Standing in the rain, Wen Haoqing casually wiped the corner of his lower lip with his fingertips. His white fingertips were so cold that there was no warmth at all. When he lowered his eyes, he could see the blood on his fingertips.