Chapter 569 Li Lei’s Weak Soul

Li Lei grabbed her hand and unbuttoned her clothes bit by bit, his hot breath brushing against her ears: "Don't move, you will have to go out to meet people in this outfit later."

It was very dark inside the container. She knocked over the flashlight and hit the floor with a loud noise.

Afraid of disturbing others, she said in a tearful tone: "Li Lei, let me go!"

But he didn't let her go, pushing her further into the corner filled with debris. Her clothes were pulled apart, revealing her snow-white shoulders and collarbones, and underneath was a soft, shallow ravine...

She is very beautiful. That kind of beauty is not glamorous in the worldly sense, but as delicate and delicate as jade, which can withstand carving. Every inch of her skin has been carefully cared for, like a flawless work of art.

No matter how many times he watched it, it always fascinated him.

He kissed her soothingly and moved straight in.

Xia Ling felt as if her body was about to be torn apart, and the darkness was trying to swallow her up. She clung to his back helplessly, crying, cursing him, and begging him, but he remained indifferent and insisted on finishing what he wanted to do. "Xiao Ling," his voice was low, with a magical hoarseness in the darkness, "you are mine."

For a moment, she was in a daze, her body seemed not to be her own, and even his voice seemed to come from a distant place. Then, I heard the sound of someone tapping the container - "Ye Xingling! Ye Xingling, are you in there? It's your turn, come on!... Director, I have searched everywhere, but I can't find Ye Xingling. This container door can’t be opened, could something happen to her inside?”

There were more rapid knocks on the door, and someone tried to knock it twice.

Xia Ling was agitated, hurriedly pushed Li Lei away, raised her voice and shouted: "I'm touching up my makeup, I'll be out soon!"

"Hurry up!" The people outside stopped.

She stumbled to get the flashlight in the distance. In the darkness, she tripped over something and fell to the ground. All the bones in her body ached. There was blood coming out of the wrist.

She covered her wrists, curled up next to the weak light of the flashlight, and burst into tears.

"Where did you fall? Let me take a look." Li Lei turned over and squatted in front of her to check her wounds.

Xia Ling waved his hand away.

"Li Lei," she cried, "yes, that child is Pei Ziheng's, yes, I went to bed with him last night. Yes, yes, you are right. Are you satisfied now?" The look on her face Tears were streaming down my face, my makeup was a mess, every part of my body was hurting, and even my voice was shaking with pain, "Do you think, do you think I can be bullied casually because I don't have a family background or a powerful backer?"

He didn't dare not send Nangong Qingya home because she was the eldest daughter of the Nangong family. He didn't dare to disobey the old man's order because the old man had great power. What about her? Is it okay for him to do whatever he wants to her, to come and go at a moment's notice, even to bully her casually in such a wilderness?

The tears fell down like broken beads. She wiped them randomly with her bleeding hands, and her face became even more stained. While crying, she groped for the makeup table in the corner of the container, washed her face with cold water, took off her makeup and started putting it on again.

The light of the flashlight was very dim, but even so, it showed her eyes that were swollen like walnuts, and it was really impossible to see anyone. She forced herself to stop crying. In the artist industry, there is no freedom of joy and sorrow. You must control yourself even when you want to cry. She endured the cold water temperature, twisted a towel and applied it to her eyes. After a while, she took it off and quickly put on a smoky make-up amidst the urging from outside the door.

She rarely wore such heavy makeup and looked decadent and desolate.

The knock on the door was louder, this time it was Lin Yunan: "Ye Xingling, hurry up! I don't have a long career, but I have a lot of airs! Can you have some professional ethics?!"

She responded patiently: "It'll be fine soon."

Swallowing back the choke in his voice, he searched around on the ground for a long time before finding the clothes that Li Lei had stripped off and thrown aside. She put it on and tried her best to smooth out the wrinkles on it. After seeing that she was almost done, she went to open the door of the container.

"Xiao Ling." Li Lei called her hoarsely in the darkness.

Her steps paused for a moment, but she didn't look back and walked out despite the pain all over her body.

Lin Yunan scolded her for a while, and the director and several other staff members didn't look very good. She apologized to everyone, cheered up and started shooting seriously. Finally, because she could take all the shots at once, Everyone's attitude softened a bit.

When we finished work, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

Lin Yunan found a large soft and thick blanket from somewhere and wrapped it around her body: "What's wrong? What happened just now, and I cried a lot. - Do you think it's okay to wear such thick smoky makeup?" Can people see it? As soon as you started shooting, there were gossips over there checking out the containers."

Xia Ling was in a low mood and walked forward with her head buried, not wanting to talk.

Lin Yunan asked: "Li Lei or Pei Ziheng? These two are the only ones who can make you cry. They even moved the container truck away, and the people who were looking for gossip were all in vain."

Xia Ling finally spoke, her voice hoarse: "I'm very tired and want to take a vacation."

"On vacation?" Lin Yunan escorted her into his car and said as he started the car, "I think it's a good idea for you. There will be a live talk show at noon tomorrow. Even if you are going to die, you have to finish the show before you die."

Xia Ling: "...didn't you say during the day that I could die after participating in tonight's filming?"

Lin Yunan: "Do you believe me when I lie to you?" He simply stopped the car and pulled out her itinerary from his notebook to read, "However, if you insist on holding on until noon tomorrow, you can really go and rest. I don’t have a big schedule, so I can adjust it. You take good care of yourself. There will be a concert in a few days. It’s my first solo concert, but I must be very energetic. Don’t be half-dead.”

He talked a lot.

Xia Ling didn't listen much, curled up in the back seat and fell asleep.

Lin Yunan sent her home, and when he carried her upstairs, he noticed the red marks on her neck. He was startled at first, and then cursed angrily: "That bastard Li Lei doesn't want to live anymore? He dares to mess around with my people?! "Now, he was sure that it was Li Lei and not Pei Ziheng. Pei Ziheng was so old-fashioned and boring, and he didn't seem like someone who could do such a thing.

Lin Yunan began to seriously consider whether it was a good idea to move Xiao Ling from Tianyi to the Emperor for her career as a queen.

Xia Ling didn't know how long she slept. She had a lot of messy dreams. When she woke up, her cheeks were covered with tears.

In front of him was Lin Yunan's enlarged face: "Auntie, you've finally woken up. I was afraid that you had overslept, and I didn't even dare to go home to stay with you, so I asked you to get up. Come on, take a shower, put on clothes, put on makeup, and go out. It's too late for lunch. I'll give it to you. I bought a sandwich and ate it in the car.”