Chapter 1888

The more Zhong Wenqing thinks about it, the more frightened she becomes. She is addicted to the persona of her popular female star and cannot extricate herself. She is addicted to the spotlight, the overwhelming number of us on the Internet, and the pursuit of her by fans. She cannot do without these.

If she really didn't have these, she thought she would die.

So even though it felt like her hands were about to be cooked, Zhong Wenqing still refused to let go. Even now, Zhong Wenqing has never thought of giving up her sons.

In other words, she has no confidence in herself, she can't live without the spotlight, and she can't bear the blessing of those halos, so she has to keep raising these brats.

Do whatever it takes to be popular, this is Zhong Wenqing.

The knocking on the door in the room became weaker and weaker, and the screams gradually disappeared.

Zhong Wenqing knew that either her sons had eaten enough, or the assistant had passed out.

She didn't dare to go in now. She was worried that the assistant had fainted, but her sons hadn't eaten enough yet. If she went in now, it would be like sending herself into a tiger's mouth.

Zhong Wenqing doesn't feel the slightest bit guilty about her assistants. She gives them so many years every year, so of course they have to pay for her when she needs help the most.

Otherwise, why would she spend so much money to support them.

At this moment, Zhong Wenqing only regretted that she had no choice but to seal the door. Otherwise, she would call all three of her assistants over and let her sons eat all at once.

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At this time, on the 17th floor, Yu Chengjing knocked on the door of the director's room with weak legs.

The director yawned and opened the door, complaining: "You said you, come back at this time, you go to bed, what's the matter, tomorrow...you, eh...what's wrong with you?"

As the director was talking, Yu Chengjing fell into the room as if he had lost his support.

The director quickly supported Yu Chengjing: "What's wrong with you? Why do you look so ugly?"

At this time, Yu Chengjing could no longer walk with his legs. He felt that neither of them belonged to him: To be able to hold the walkway from the elevator, Yu Chengjing had exhausted all his strength...

The director was startled by Yu Chengjing's appearance and dragged him to sit on the sofa in the room.

"Tell me, what's going on with you, hey..." The director sighed, thinking that Yu Chengjing was sad because of his wife's cheating: "I know, you must be in a bad mood if something like this happened to your family, But, you are still young. You cannot become so decadent just because of such a woman. You..." "

Yu Chengjing: "Director...not..."

The director was a little surprised: "No? Isn't it because something happened at home that you... lost your mind?"

Yu Chengjing shook his head: "It's not because of my family, the director... I'm scared to death..."

director……

"Are you... scared to death?"

Yu Chengjing had almost found his voice at this time. Although it was still a little trembling, he could already speak in sentences: "I just arrived at the hotel. I originally wanted to go back to the room to rest first, but I didn't expect..."

The director was curious: "What didn't you expect?"

Yu Chengjing wanted to describe what he saw, but when he thought of Zhong Wenqing's face, he felt his stomach churn: "I saw... I saw... I can't, I can't. When I think about it, I'm scared... I... …vomit……"

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