Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry

TK city. a town. In a single apartment.

The indoor wall lamp emits a warm yellow light, and the sound of a woman sniffing her nose with a cry can be heard faintly.

Mason, who was riding on the white-collar body, roared irritably, put one hand over her thin shoulder, and turned the person from the back to the front.

The nameless woman closed her eyes tightly, with a thick layer of tape on her mouth, reflecting the dim yellow light under the wall lamp.

Her shirt was wide open, and her underwear was grabbed by one hand and tore it forcefully.

"Well-"

The moment the vital point was revealed, the woman subconsciously let out a desperate cry.

Mawson raised his fist suddenly, his arm stretched far, and he could imagine the pain of falling.

The woman's muffled cry stopped abruptly in fear.

After a few seconds, under the suffocation, he had to sniff and sob again.

Mawson put down his fist and reached out to tug at her long skirt.

The woman moved in vain, her legs closed tightly, and a fierce hum came from her nose.

"Don't move!"

Mo Sen shouted impatiently while arguing.

During her struggle, he tore off her **** with both hands, pulled them from the base of her legs to the soles of her feet, and twitched them violently.

The blood-stained sanitary napkin sticking to her underwear was exposed.

Mawson opened his mouth and cast his eyes down.

Most of the woman's face was buried in messy hair, her underwear was torn to pieces, trembling weakly, and crying.

Mo Sen retracted his gaze, glanced at the sanitary napkin in his hand, and threw it aside.

Disappointed.

…

"Card!"

Qin Jue got up quickly, picked up the long coat that had been thrown on the sofa earlier, and covered Limu Masako tightly.

She staggered back to the side, her face turning pale.

rapist.

You are the perpetrator.

The world was spinning in front of her eyes, and it seemed that every face that had died tragically under her hands in the last days was scrambling to get in front of her.

"Look, you're a bad guy."

"The perpetrator, the perpetrator—"

"Hehe, he's a villain, he's a complete scumbag!"

Qin Jue slammed his back against the window frame with a "bang", pinching his throat with one hand.

"Little Qin!"

He Xu was still checking the effect in the next room, only the cameraman exclaimed.

"fine…"

Qin Jue narrowed one eye with force, squeezing out two breaths as if his trachea had been cut, and the hand around his neck even harder, and a circle of fingerprints and bruises quickly appeared.

The cameraman was still carrying the equipment, frightened by her crazy self-abuse state, anxious and panicked.

He wanted to step forward, but was forced back by Qin Jue's fierce eyes.

A few minutes passed, and finally, after a strong suffocation, Qin Jue caught this manic killing desire alive.

The moment she released her hand, she slid down against the window and sat heavily on the ground.

"What's wrong?"

He Xu hurried over, his tone was a little flustered.

When Qin Jue heard this, he tried his best to raise his eyelids.

"It's not a big problem."

She was panting tiredly, her face and neck covered in sweat, and her voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing.

Riki Masako, who was gradually withdrawing from the character's emotions, sat up and stared blankly with her coat in her arms, not knowing whether to step forward or what to do.

"What happened to you just now?"

He Xucai didn't believe Qin Jue's nonsense, and his voice sank.

Qin Jue laughed hoarsely, which sounded like the sound effects of a horror movie.

She held up the hand that was slightly torn from the tiger's mouth due to her strength, and showed the old man the same way she held up a prop knife not long ago.

"This thing feels—" Qin Jue turned his palm into a single finger, and pointed the fingertips toward himself, "This thing is disgusting, so I started it."

He Xu frowned, looking at her.

Qin Jue didn't speak any more, leaning against the wall to gasp for breath.

She already understood what she meant.

It was his own sense of justice and morality that resisted the scene just now, and he wanted to punish "Mawson", which meant punishing himself.

Just like Sister who committed suicide.

He was so involved in the play that he couldn't break away from the role, and he believed in his heart that he really killed someone, so he was overwhelmed by guilt and remorse all day long, and finally ended his life.

It is a good thing that the actors can not be influenced by the plot and uphold the sense of justice and moral bottom line.

But for Qin Jue, who is not a professional and can only immerse in acting, it is not known whether it is a good thing.

He Xu's thoughts took a heavy turn in a short period of time, and finally turned into a breath and sighed deeply.

"It's all acting, don't take it seriously."

He said warmly, "It's over, go back and rest."

Qin Jue nodded tiredly, his expression sullen, and the reflex arc became very long.

After a long while, she sneered in a low voice.

"It's a good mood now."

When Mawson lowered his moral bottom line again and again, wouldn't he feel disgusted?

Most definitely.

When anyone with a good heart does these things, his conscience will give the most accurate feedback first, which may be physical or spiritual.

Qin Jue slowly stood up touching the wall, tore a note from the notepad on the coffee table, and recorded his emotional state.

When he was lying there and writing, his hands were shaking, and the words were crooked, like the hands of a mentally ill person.

He Xu glanced at her and shook her head gently.

The filming ended successfully, and the group walked downstairs.

Masako Limu, who was dressed, held Qin Jue's costume jacket, and the two stopped in front of the nanny's car, looking at each other.

"Mr. Qin."

Limu Masako handed the coat forward and said sincerely, "I know it's acting."

She said, "You're not wrong. I don't hate you."

Qin Jue looked at her fixedly.

"It's just 'Mo Sen' that's scary. Mr. Qin himself is a very gentle person, so—"

"What if it's true?"

Qin Jue interrupted her.

"Eh?"

Riki Masako was stunned.

"I said, what if it's true?"

Looking at her flustered eyes, Qin Jue repeated, "I forced you with a knife, beat you, violated you, will you hate me?"

"I…"

Limu Masako opened her mouth, but was unable to speak.

But silence is enough to explain the problem.

Qin Jue snorted heavily.

"Feel sorry."

She softened her voice specially, "don't pay attention to what I said just now, it's just a disease."

Before Limu Masako wanted to speak out, Qin Jue said again:

"If it really happens, you must hate me.

"Because the bad guy is me, the perpetrator is me, and it's me who needs to be punished by the law."

She took the coat from Masako Limu's arms, and patted her head lightly with the other hand.

"Remember, the victim is never wrong."

Qin Jue's eyes were firm and soft, his voice was soft, but his words were clear.

"The hatred of oneself is the self-torture of the innocent." She said softly, "If you reconcile earlier, it will be much more comfortable."

Tears gradually filled Riki Masako's eyes.

She covered the lower half of her face and nodded vigorously.

——It's not your fault that you didn't provide enough money to treat your mother when she needed it most.

- Don't hate yourself.

"See you then."

Qin Jue turned around and bent over to get into the car.

"...Mr. Qin!"

A second before the car started, Masako Riki hurriedly spoke.

Qin Jue pressed down the car window and looked back.

The dim light of the street lamps cast a faint outline on the girl's body. At night, she showed a smile as clear as the dew falling from the petals in the morning.

"Mr. Qin, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I like you."

The corners of Riki Masako's brows and eyes curved into soft arcs, and her voice was gentle and soft.

Qin Jue was taken aback.

"You know me-"

"I know."

For the physical contact during filming, Qin Jue intentionally let Masako Limu discover her gender.

Knowing this, if she still has the psychological shadow of being abused, it might be a little easier and feel better.

However, now that you know it, how can you still...?

Qin Jue had some doubts in his eyes, but he kept repeating:

"I have a lover."

"I know."

Limu Masako still smiled, "It's not a conflict."

"I just want to let you know about it willfully."

After she said this with a smile, she bowed slightly.

"Even if I use willful confessions to coerce you here—if you need me, please call me anytime."

A long series of honorifics in Ni Yu, the intonation is appropriate and the tone is soft and firm.

"..." Qin Jue sighed, "You bastard."

"I see, I will contact you."

This familiar attitude and words.

She has been reborn once, why is the little girl still so clingy?

Qin Jue reluctantly glanced at Masako Limu who was standing on the spot with a bright smile, and said "impatiently", "Go back and do something serious, don't waste your time starving and freezing here."

"Yes-"

Riki Masako smiled sweetly, turned and left.

Qin Jue let out a long sigh of relief, turned around, and slumped in the nanny's car.

what.

People like her...except her dog and the seventh military division, will not be tolerated.