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Chapter 52

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    Both Zhao Yi and Brother Qi thought this was what Mrs. Qi meant, and since then, Zhao Yi has completely surrendered.

    Brother Qi didn't say anything, he just sent Zhao Yi back to China and arranged for her a private hospital with good conditions.

    Zhao Yi took care of her for a period of time, and both her body and her broken heart were forced to heal during this time.

    The staff of the hospital are very good, the environment of the backer is also good, everything arranged by Brother Qi is very good, and Brother Qi is also a very good person.  But it is such a good person, Zhao Yi met, and only then did he have a large piece of light, but now he fully knows that behind the light is a whole piece of continuous darkness, she has stepped into it with two feet, and can't get out  .

    Unless, someone is willing to enter this darkness with her and take her away.  But she knew it was wishful thinking.

    *

    When Zhao Yi returned to the studio, she spent a lot more time with a smile on her face than usual.

    Rococo doesn't think so. The sense of fear in her heart has been following her from the dark alleys of New York, and she can't shake it off.

    Zhao Yi is very busy. On the one hand, she smiles at everyone, and on the other hand, she shuts herself in the office with a gloomy expression and cannot do without coffee.

    Rococo took the coffee off her table and said to her, "How many cups do you drink a day? You're going to die!"

    Zhao Yi looked up at Rococo, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "You really control a lot, you are not allowed to smoke, you are not allowed to drink alcohol, and now you even restrict me from coffee. You are killing me."

    Rococo blurted out: "Your life is mine, and I can't take it too much."

    The office is very small, there is only room for a sofa and work.  On weekdays, Zhao Yi takes a lunch break here, with blankets and pillows on the sofa.

    Rococo turned his head to look at the sofa, frowning slightly.

    The blankets and pillows on the sofa were in a mess, and there was a pair of slippers on the floor.

    Luo Keke withdrew his eyes, stared at Zhao Yi again, and asked: "Have you not been home these days?"

    Zhao Yi read several scripts in a row, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and he couldn't see things in the distance in a daze. It looked like severe astigmatism, and his eyes couldn't focus.  She rubbed her temples, sighed, and replied: "I have to make money, otherwise they will close the studio, and shall we drink northwest wind?"

    Rococo's heart trembled, and his eyelashes trembled.

    Zhao Yi said again: "Besides, you are alone at home, and you are alone in the company. What's the difference? Don't be too high-spirited."

    Luo Keke thought a lot in her heart, the Zhao Yi in the alley in New York, the Zhao Yi who told her about Brother Qi for the first time In short, it was the Zhao Yi who was a hundred times worse than her.  Her emotions turned several times in her heart, from anger, to grief, to sympathy, and finally was restrained at the throat.

    Others can hurt Zhao Yi, but she cannot.

    Rococo responded softly: "Yeah." Put the coffee back on her table: "You can drink it, but you can only have two cups a day. If there are too many, you will suffer from insomnia, insomnia, and wrinkles will come."

    Zhao Yicai frowned slightly, "Okay, listen to you."

    Luo Keke turned around and left Zhao Yi's office, the steam in her eyes forced her to go back.

    The two of them didn't mention anything about New York. They tacitly put the dark alley, Zhao Yi covered in blood, and Rococo sobbing, all in a corner of their hearts, and told them never to come out.  .

    *

    Song Xiaolan is the one who can support Zhao Yi in the dark and low place.

    Zhao Yi spread out his left palm and looked at it, his eyes were filled with darkness.

    At that time, the hole left by the iron sheet was still there, but after a few years of healing, it turned into a shallow scar, which directly cut off her palm prints.

    The pain of tearing was engraved on her heart, and every time she looked at the scar, the pain hit again.  The kind of pain associated with the nerves, throbbing constantly, unable to separate, made her very uncomfortable.

    She closed her palms, clenched into a fist, and closed her eyes.

    Brother Qi told her earlier that what happened that time was Sister Hong's idea.  Brother Qi wanted to find Sister Hong, but Zhao Yi stopped him.  She didn't want to cause trouble again, she couldn't bear it, and she couldn't bear it.

    Look, she, Zhao Yi, is such a cowardly and cowardly person.  Being bullied, but still thinking that I can't bear it.

    With his left hand clenched into a fist, he tried to suppress the faint pain in his heart, but it was useless.  Zhao Yi's heart beat faster, and the dim light of that night, the face with the scars suddenly broke into her mind.

    Zhao Yi's fists clenched even tighter, and her nails were about to dig into her skin.

    ¡ª¡ª"Seriously, you can't go back on your word."

     Song Xiaolan's words also broke into Zhao Yi's heart, and pushed the scarred face away.

    Zhao Yi's heartbeat slowed down a bit, and she exhaled slightly to free herself from the fear.  She spread her left hand and looked at the scars across the palm lines. What she thought of was Song Xiaolan's warm hands, which gave her warmth through the skin.

    Zhao Yi's hands, which had been cold for many years, warmed up.

    So, Song Xiaolan, no one else can move.  That was Zhao Yi's light, anyone who dared to touch this light would be completely against her.  There is nothing to be afraid of in this dark and bottomless life, so Sister Hong, she is not afraid anymore.

    *

    Zhao Yi got off the plane, instead of going back to the studio, she went to find Fu Xiaohan.

    Fu Xiaohan is Sister Hong's treasure, to solve the problem, he must figure out the key points.  Just like when Sister Hong dealt with her, she first found Brother Qi and then Mrs. Qi.

    Fu Xiaohan is on the filming set, he is filming a modern drama.

    Zhao Yi stood in the distance, looking at Fu Xiaohan in his eyes, thinking of Sister Hong in his heart, with a cigarette in his hand.

    Fu Xiaohan caught sight of Zhao Yi halfway, his heart was overjoyed, his face was caressed by the spring breeze, and he didn't even have a single ng.

    Zhao Yi smoked two cigarettes and wanted to smoke again, but thinking of Song Xiaolan's words, she stopped smoking.  This is the benefit of light, it can subtly heal a rotten person.  She was sitting on a chair in a coffee shop, resting her chin with one hand, the wind blowing across her forehead, her frivolous bangs moved slightly, like a person in a painting.

    She was thinking, how could such a cruel and ruthless woman as Sister Hong have such a gentle and gentle son.

    Everyone says that there is retribution for committing crimes.

    But Sister Hong didn't have it, and she, Zhao Yi, did.

    Zhao Yi couldn't figure it out, are these old sayings all made up to deceive future generations into being abused at ease?

    Fu Xiaohan walked towards Zhao Yi. The set was in a CBD in the suburbs. There were no passers-by, so he walked very naturally.

    The more you walk into Zhao Yi, the closer you are to the person in the painting.

    Fu Xiaohan's mind recalled a film about the relationship between humans and ghosts starring Wang Zuxian in the early years of Hong Kong. In the end, the scholar stayed in the painting with the female ghost.  He smiled, laughing at himself being naive, how could Zhao Yi stay in the painting with someone like him?

    Seeing Fu Xiaohan coming, Zhao Yi withdrew her hands, sat upright, and showed the air of a director.

    Fu Xiaohan sat down beside Zhao Yi with a smile like the wind in midsummer.

    Zhao Yi didn't take the initiative to speak, and looked at Fu Xiaohan with a faint smile on his face.

    Fu Xiaohan looked at Zhao Yi with bright eyes for a long time before asking: "Director Zhao, did you come to see me?"

    Zhao Yi thought for a while, then smiled.

    "you."

    Zhao Yi paused again.

    Sister Hong could ask Mrs. Qi to treat Zhao Yi, but when Zhao Yi arrived, she found that she couldn't use Fu Xiaohan to treat Sister Hong.

    She deserved her suffering.

    Zhao Yi laughed at himself, and resumed the posture of resting his chin with one hand, looking at Fu Xiaohan with eyes full of amorous feelings.

    "When are you free, come and shoot my movie." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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