Love Scenery

Ma Minghui's lawsuit has been fought for more than half a year, and Ma Minghui is not concerned about the final trial.

As long as the person is still there, it is nothing in his eyes.

There will always be a comeback day.

But the fatal blow came off guard.

His patrons over the years suddenly gave up.

Ma Minghui lost the lawsuit and lost his job. He was sad at home. The old mother told him to ignore the meal, so he emptied a box of cigarettes for a long time.

After being depressed at home for a few days, he decided to find his former backer, but he did not expect to have a closed door.

The prince didn't see him, so he had to find another way.

After asking for a long time, I finally found Wendy's house.

At first, Wendy greeted Ma Minghui with a smile and served tea to serve Ma Minghui, but after hearing his intentions, Wendy immediately turned black, pointed at the door, and said, "You give me out!"

Seeing Wendy's face changed, Ma Minghui didn't have the interest to speak nicely to her, "Miss He, you canceled your contract from the 18th-line women's team in Korea and returned to China. I did not benefit you less, so I turned my face and refused to recognize people?"

Wendy was trembling with anger. She was sixty-five meters tall and weighing eighty jins. He was crumbling, but it was a pity that the man in front of him would not be pityed.

benefit?

It was a nightmare in her life.

When I was a trainee in Korea, I have survived no matter how hard I am.After her official debut, her grades were not good. The team couldn't get a hit show, and she couldn't stand as a c-rank in the group. She was a star, and her life was worse than ordinary people.

For four full years, she couldn't even own her mobile phone.

Later, the man said to rescue her.

Wendy thought that she was finally getting out of the sea of ​​misery. In the company conference room, she watched the man spend a lot of money, sign the contract, and take her back to China.

That day, she tried to restrain her excitement, dreaming that she would soar into the sky after returning to China.

Unexpectedly, this is the beginning of another nightmare.

In the past, she heard from people in the same period that rich people are not lacking in materials, and they like to play mentally.

Wendy didn't expect that she was the excitement.

The gameplay that she could not even think of was novel, exciting and interesting in the eyes of those people. In her eyes, there were only two words-abnormal.

Finally, that person got tired of playing, and she was relieved, but Ma Minghui came to the door again.

This time, Wendy blasted him out directly.

After Ma Minghui came out of the house, he walked around the third ring road for several hours before going home. He seemed to be busy so as not to be talked about by his wife.

After lying down for a few days, he was blasted out of the house by his wife and asked him to do more activities. Things always turn around.

But "The Peak of the Musical Circle" has ended. The people in the station said that the deputy director is equally capable of presiding over the overall situation, so there is no plan to resume his position for the time being.

Ma Minghui only finds it funny. He has been doing this show for three years, and the brand effect has improved. The deputy director doesn't need to do anything. How can he say "ability"?

But gold always shines, not to mention that he has been in the circle for so long, and he has no worries about his way.

So Ma Minghui ran a lot of places.

This TV station and that studio have gone all the way, but everyone's excuses are the same, "You have lost the lawsuit now, and it just happened to be rectifying the atmosphere. Who dares to commit crimes?"

This "rectification" is half a year, and when the atmosphere improves, others will be cold.

Ma Minghui saw Liang Chen again in a food show on Southern TV.

This was invested by Ding Jiayun, and Ma Minghui thought about meeting Ding Jiayun in a relationship, so he recognized him who asked him to run errands in the stage.

Backstage, someone asked Ma Minghui to lift a stool to the dressing room.

Ma Minghui moved over, just settling in, before he could straighten up, a pile of clothes was thrown by the stylist and directly covered his head.

Ma Minghui froze for a moment.

The clothes were ladies' gauze skirts, separated by gauze, he saw the people around him coming and going, so busy, no one noticed him.

A field office trot over, looking around, and finally fixed his gaze on his head.

"Oh! I'm looking for this dress everywhere, why is it here!"

With that, he took away the skirt from Ma Minghui's head, shook, and ran away again.

From start to finish, only Ma Minghui is a clothes rack.

Ma Minghui slowly tore off the pile of clothes, feeling like a clown changing clothes.

He looked around, thinking that it was probably a big coffee who came, and the dressing room was the battle.

I haven't found the master, but I heard a familiar voice.

Ma Minghui's eyes lit up, isn't it Ding Jiayun's arrival!

So Ma Minghui sorted out his clothes and stood respectfully at the door, waiting for Ding Jiayun.

Unexpectedly, Ding Jiayun came from the other side of the corridor and unbuttoned his suit as he walked. When he reached the door, he just took off his clothes and put it on the side of Ma Minghui's hand without stopping for a moment.

He didn't even glance at him.

This is using Ma Minghui as an assistant.

At this moment, Ma Minghui really realized that he was really cold.

But he still had a glimmer of hope, holding his clothes, and following in the footsteps of Ding Jiayun.

As soon as he turned around, he entered the cubicle.

Ma Minghui also followed.

The woman sitting inside is somewhat familiar, with medium-length hair, soft and shiny black, and particularly conspicuous.

Ma Minghui only saw her back and couldn't remember who this person was until he saw the man sitting next to the woman.

Isn't it Lu Jing?

Lu Jing also saw him.

The young man didn't have any strange emotions, he didn't even want to give him an extra look in his eyes, gave him a quick glance, then turned his attention back to the woman next to him.

"This color is really ugly." Lu Jing pointed to the lipstick, "just like eating a child."

Liang Chen slapped his hand away and glared at him.

Lu Jing raised his head and said to Ding Jiayun: "You are a gourmet show, so you are not afraid that her lipstick will scare the audience away?"

Ding Jiayun smiled and said: "The lens is wearing makeup, don't look at her now, it will fade after the lens is on."

Lu Jing frowned, thoughtful.

"What did you tell him so much for?" Liang Chen interrupted, "He is a person who doesn't even understand makeup. You say that you eat makeup. Don't let him think you eat cosmetics for this food show."

Lu Jing opened his eyes wide and stared at Liang Chen.

"Wife who knows me too."

Liang Chen spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

Ding Jiayun said, "Wife? When will you get married?"

He remembered seeing Lu Jing propose marriage on the news last year, but he didn't hear him change his name to his wife.

Liang Chen blushed suddenly and stopped talking.

Ding Jiayun glanced a few times, thinking that he was shy, and he didn't ask any further.

In fact, Liang Chen just found it hard to tell.

When we went to bed yesterday morning, Lu Jing suddenly asked, "Do you remember that you promised me one thing before?"

Liang Chen looked at him inexplicably, "What's the matter?"

"Signature!" Lu Jing said, "You said you want to give me an exclusive signature!"

Seeing that Liang Chen was still ignorant, Lu Jing said: "Exclusive signature! Unique, the kind that no one else has!"

"Oh..." Liang Chen nodded, turned over and continued to sleep, "Everyone is yours, what else do you need to sign."

Lu Jing grabbed her to get up, "No, I have to sign it today."

Liang Chen stretched out his hand helplessly, "Take the notebook and I'll sign it for you."

Suddenly, something was placed on the palm of his hand.

Liang Chen's eyes were sleepy, and it took a long time to see what was in his hand.

It is indeed a book-household registration book.

"Don't make trouble!" Liang Chen couldn't help laughing, "Where did you sign the household registration?"

"Who asked you to sign the hukou book." Lu Jing pulled her up. "It's good today. I've done it. Let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to sign."

In this way, Liang Chen felt that he was buried by the pit he had dug.

Who made her promise to give an exclusive autograph?