After Marrying the Shadow Queen

There are no actors who have fallen to this level. Why can their life outside the eighteenth line still be so moist? Ji Yuchuan was puzzled. Her frustration reached its apex after she found the last packet of red dates after digging through the box and turning the cabinet. She chopped the chicken into pieces like venting her anger, boiled it in a casserole for a while to remove the froth, and then added the dates, wolfberry, chives, etc. Throw it in.

"I think it's easier for you to be a chef than an actor."

Sheng Qingru approached the kitchen silently, so scared that Ji Yuchuan almost dropped the lid of the casserole in his hand. She turned around and stared at the man leaning on the door frame fiercely, and said gruffly: "As a chef, I'm afraid I won't be able to afford this special house in Linhai for the rest of my life! Don't look at me now, as long as I can pick it up. A few commercials or a drama can get rid of the current tragedy."

"Then you received it?" Sheng Qingru said coolly.

"...Can't I contact the agent after I'm busy?" Ji Yuchuan was silent for a while, and replied grimly. Her agent is called Huang Shan, and she carries many 18-line artists like her, and of course there are also a few Xiaohuadans, such as Zhang Yuyi. As the heroine in "The Mermaid" became popular, Zhang Yuyi gained a lot of fans with her pure and sweet image, and became a new Xiaohuadan in one fell swoop. The major movies received soft promises. She is now the agent of Huang Shan. Treasure in the palm. This is the case in this circle, drought due to drought, and flood due to waterlogging.

Ji Yuchuan took the initiative to contact Huang Shan not many times. Even if the other party was talking coldly with a bit of contempt and disdain, Ji Yuchuan would naturally not ask for trouble, but now she has talked to Sheng Qingru and she has to call. Got that number. It's just that Huang Shan, who has been busy for Zhang Yuyi, how can she remember her as a little actor? After she spoke a lot of words in a low voice, the bitter and ironic laughter came into her ears, and she promised to find an advertisement for her like a reward.

"If you want to get ahead in the circle, I suggest you change to another agent." Sheng Qingru always kept a cold eye on the sidelines. From the attitude of an agent, you can probably know where the actors under her hand can go. The agent and Actors have always complemented each other.

"This matter is not my final say." Ji Yuchuan breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he wanted to vent his inner worries. Putting a cold face on the load and leaving, it has been performed thousands of times in her mind, but what will happen in the end?

"You are not happy in this circle, why don't you change your job?" Sheng Qingru asked again. It is difficult for her to understand some people who don't have any piety and respect for art. She doesn't know what it is for those people to enter the circle. Is it possible to win vain fame and fortune by relying on a face for a while? What about waiting until old age? Looking at Ji Yuchuan's lazy attitude, it is not for fame, but for profit. What can her attitude of taking a whip to move one step?

"I'm lazy and don't like changes. My requirements are not high, as long as I can make ends meet." Ji Yuchuan pondered for a while, and then said, "You find me a job with high pay and plenty of rest time. I don't have such lofty ambitions. After I get paid, I spend them all before I look for another opportunity, which means I don’t have to work for a long time."

"..." Some people's thinking is illogical, and they can't ask why when they act. Sheng Qingru has nothing to say for a while.

"Another reason is that I have spent so long in training camps. Compared with a college background, I have put twice the effort. If I don't have this skill, I feel a little unwilling." Ji Yuchuan said as he said. He got up and walked to the kitchen, breathing in the mellow aroma of chicken soup, driving away all the negative emotions. Practicing happiness in time is the ultimate meaning of life, and it is also her constant creed of Ji Yuchuan.

Being stared at by two substantive gazes, Ji Yuchuan silently took out a bowl from the cabinet, and placed a small bowl for Sheng Qingru on the dining table. Under Sheng Qingru's doubtful gaze, she found a dilapidated censer again, lit a few incense sticks, and said, "I heard that ghosts can eat only by making incense."

"..." Sheng Qingru didn't know where Ji Yuchuan saw the fallacies and heresies. Since she could transform into an entity and sit in front of her, wouldn't she be able to hold her chopsticks and eat? At this point, Sheng Qingru is really not sure, she only knows that neither the ghost road nor the demon road need to eat like human beings. Ji Yuchuan's grinning expression was really an eye-catcher, Sheng Qingru squinted and snatched the chopsticks from her hand, stirring the chicken pieces in the bowl into a mess.

"Do you ghosts have diarrhea after eating the things in the world?" Ji Yuchuan asked again, watching Sheng Qing leave the table hummingly, she curled her lips and burst into a bright smile, slowly tasting this place Not much meat left. In the next few days, forced by her livelihood, she had to start eating carrots and vegetables, becoming a complete vegetarian.

Eating, drinking, sleeping, reading, fitness, and watching the news took up almost all of Ji Yuchuan’s free time. She lay lazily on the sofa. She turned on the entertainment news section of the TV. The most popular incident was still the death of Sheng Qingru falling from a building. Many celebrities participated. They came to mourn for them as friends, and some people shamelessly rubbed the heat of this incident. People living in the world made a fuss, but the dead were expressionless. Look at everything either sincerely or artificially. Ji Yuchuan didn’t have much thought to listen to the sound on the TV. She glanced at Sheng Qingru several times, wanting to know how she felt when she was watching this news, but the calm and waveless face like stagnant water could not see any emotions. .

"Although the evidence is in front of you, many people still don't believe that you committed suicide." Ji Yuchuan sighed. In fact, she was skeptical even when she first heard the news. After all, Sheng Qingru had no history of mental illness and had not encountered it. When it comes to a major setback, just relying on the contact in the crew, it can almost be concluded that she is not a person who will commit suicide in a small blow. Without any family background, she can climb to this step, and the perseverance behind it is unimaginable. "Did you really stumble and fall? Or do you want to hide the truth? You came to me for revenge, right?" Once the brain hole is opened, it is difficult to take it back. Ji Yuchuan quietly moved out. For fear that Sheng Qingru would suddenly get angry.

"May I ask Miss Ruan Yurong, what do you think of Miss Sheng's suicide? You were once the closest friends." A familiar name was mentioned, and Ji Yuchuan's attention was focused on the screen. The reporter caught Ruan Yurong and started to ask questions, but the person who was heavily guarded in the middle was haggard and pale, and his red and swollen eyes seemed to have just cried not long ago. Sheng Qingru's death could not have had no effect on her. At first, many people thought she was Sheng Qingru's girlfriend, and she fell into the arms of a man as soon as she turned her head, and Sheng Qingru's death after falling from a building was even later. It was revealed on the Internet that Sheng Qingru drank excessively before he died, but for whom? Everyone's eyes focused on Ruan Yurong's body.

Ji Yuchuan wanted to know how Ruan Yurong answered, but the screen went dark suddenly. At the same time, the light in the living room was also turned off, and the room was suddenly covered by darkness. Only the faint light from outside the window was left. See the fuzzy outline of the person sitting aside. Ji Yuchuan's first reaction was that Sheng Qingru made a ghost. Could it be that she deliberately spent a day in her home, waiting for the night to come? On the dark night of murder, the ancients sincerely did not deceive me. The rhythm of his heartbeat speeds up suddenly, and his wide eyebrows are full of panic, forcing himself to remain calm, Ji Yuchuan quietly clenched his fists. When she felt the cool breath approaching, she screamed, and slammed her fist on the person in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Sheng Qingru took a few fists and said with some displeasure. To prevent Ji Yuchuan from making any aggressive movements, Sheng Qingru held her hand and contained it to the top of her head, and pressed her violently twisted and even kicked legs and feet with his body.

"You, what do you want to do!" Ji Yuchuan had cold sweat on his forehead, and he said that women's words cannot be believed, and this female ghost's words are even more unreliable! Fortunately, she was still bewildered by the skin, and she didn't see Sheng Qingru as a ghost. Is this story similar to the painted skin in Liao Zhai? I had known that I would leave home and invite a Taoist monk to come and do it! I was regretting it now, and felt something lightly brushing her face. When it brought a tingling sensation, it aroused goose bumps.

"I won't **** you anyway." Sheng Qingru sneered.

"Vulgar, shameless and indecent!" Ji Yuchuan was so angry that Sheng Qingru's words made his brain hot. The previous image of feelings were all pretending? The only thing that was free to move around was her head. She slammed Sheng Qingru's forehead hard until she screamed and the pain came, and she remembered that she was a person with old wounds. And what about the one who pressed himself? He didn't move, as if he had been punched by cotton.

"Miss Ji, I can look at things at night, but you—" Sheng Qingru pursed her lips, and said lightly, "Should you take a look at the meter? Should you pay the electricity bill?" She let go. Ji Yuchuan, standing at a certain distance from her, watched coldly.

"Huh?" Didn't she make a ghost? Ji Yuchuan lay on the sofa with his chaotic breathing, and only got up after a long while to look at the electric meter outside the door. As Sheng Qingru said, there was no electricity bill.