Male God, a Little Su

Calling up the surveillance is the picture of her leaving in this dress.

But Cheng Qian never imagined that the woman would come to S city to commit suicide.

Why, because of the gossip on the Internet?

"Sir... Do you want to continue searching? Our scope can no longer be expanded, and it will be very dangerous to search further."

Cheng Qian closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists.

"No need, I believe she is still alive and well."

must--

He bent over, picked up the shoes, turned and strode toward the car in front of him.

*

A talent show was recorded live, and the recording was suspended.

In the dressing room, Sheng Jinshu held the phone tightly with a gloomy look on his face.

He was not considered a good-natured person at first. He has always been very temperamental in the circle, but his background is tough, and few people can do anything to him.

Coupled with his coffee position, the program team can invite him to be considered a high incense. When he asked for a temporary recording of the program, the program team readily agreed.

"Knock-"

The door was knocked twice, and seeing that he was sitting still, a well-dressed woman walked in gently.

"Brother Sheng, are you alright?"

Wen Yue lowered her eyes, her eyes could not hide the worry.

The man raised his head, with endless darkness surging in his eyes, "Go—"

His tone was chilling and arrogant.

Just one word made Wen Yue's scalp tighten, she forced a smile, not only did not leave, but raised her hand to support Sheng Jinshu's chair.

"Brother Sheng, aren't you still angry with me for a little internet celebrity? Mei Qi told me that you have a good relationship with that little internet celebrity. What, is she your girlfriend?"

Her voice was soft, and she deliberately added a bit of bewitching ability.

Sheng Jinshu's eyes were icy cold, and there was blood in his pupils, and he remained silent.

Wen Yueyi was overjoyed, thinking that he was bewitched, and her voice became softer, "Brother Sheng, tell me, eh?"

"roll--"

When her little hand almost touched Sheng Jinshu's face, the man suddenly burst out and shook her off.

He stood up with a sneer and looked at her like trash, "I thought I was a little famous, so I could master everything? You even learned to use marketing methods to blackmail others, why? Do you think your tactics are very clever?"

"How could—" Wen Yue's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oh, that little ability of yours should be used for some trash, but for me - it's free!"

Sheng Jinshu put his arms around his chest and said disdainfully, "Although I don't know how your ability came about, your singing skills are just average, nothing great, but you can fool the judges to give you a high score, but - rubbish is Garbage, you won't be able to do things in seconds just because you have a little ability, understand?"

He approached slowly, the maliciousness in his eyes was not concealed at all.

Sheng Jinshu has always been so arrogant, and no one dares to control it.

Even seeing him get angry, someone silently closed the door for him.

Wen Yue had no choice but to retreat, her body was already attached to the door, and her eyes showed fear.

"Brother Sheng, what do you want to do to me? In fact, I have liked you for a long time, and I have never thought of harming you... and I, I don't know what you are talking about. I know that I have a lot more than those famous singers. There's something to learn, but I..."

"Heh, has something to do with me?"

Sheng Jinshu was too lazy to listen to her nonsense. He held the phone and patted her face lightly with his big hand.

Every word, like a threat squeezed from between his teeth.

"If she is really forced by you, I will peel your skin and make you into a specimen!"