I didn't even answer an interview, and the few photos that broke out were taken by the entertainment media paparazzi at the risk of death. Because of their amazing appearance, they swept the Internet in a second, and no matter how big their wealth was, it was too late to block them.

You said that such a person, chasing after a small star, even kneeling for days and nights without dying, who would believe it?

Jiang also didn't believe it.

On the evening of the seventh day, the thunderstorm finally stopped, and the moon appeared lazily with a sharp point.

The moonlight hit the man's unreal face, and Jiang was also eager to see it. The boss disappeared for several days, and no one came to pick him up. If something happened in front of his tomb, he was about to take his last bit behind him. The public accounts of various media that make a fuss about things are not allowed to compose a terrifying and bloody story of the butterfly flying? ?

Jiang also tried countless ways, but could not come across anything.

Just when he thought the boss was going to petrify, the boss moved.

It's just that this action is a bit unpleasant. The man suddenly pressed his left hand on the ground and his right hand on his left chest. The brows on the cold white face were slightly twisted, and the painful thin lips pursed lightly.

Jiang Ye stretched out his hand to help him conditioned reflexively, the man leaned forward, a mouthful of blood fell on his transparent body, and then fell to the ground.

Jiang also watched the hand he was holding on his chest suddenly fall to the ground, his body moved forward in a trance, his knees rubbed a deep scratch on the ground, mixed with mud and rain, and he knelt and climbed to the inscription.

Jiang was also really scared.

Not because of myself, nor because of the life and death of the boss, but because of the despair and sadness of the man that was so deep that even if he didn't know the reason, he had nowhere to release it.

He turned around and saw the man's fingertips stained with blood. Behind his inscription's name, stroke by stroke, he wrote persistently and firmly: eternal life, love.

Jiang Ye: ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

The news that top star Jiang also died unexpectedly became popular for a while, and was replaced by another gossip about the derailment of another model star couple.

The heat is gone, but the protagonist is still there.

Jiang also sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor office of the city's most expensive and most sought-after company, with his legs crossed, watching the man work.

The sun outside was fierce, just like the apocalyptic torrential rain a few days ago had never existed.

Jiang was also bored. He looked at the people in front of him and the sky outside.

After that day, when the ambulance arrived, the man on the stretcher closed his eyes and did not move. Jiang also quickly forgot that he was a lonely ghost who couldn't jump out of the circle. He chased and ran for a few steps to see what happened to him. He even followed him to the ambulance and went to the hospital.

No one can see him, he can't touch anything, but his soul is free.

The boss was in a coma for three days and three nights, and he stayed there for a few days, out of emotion, guilt, and the great curiosity of the universe.

When the boss was discharged from the hospital, he followed.

"Cough cough."

The man in front of the desk was still morbidly pale, and his cold facial features still showed indifference and alienation. He clenched his fist against the corner of his lips and coughed, and continued with the important documents in his hand.

The assistant outside seemed to hear the boss coughing and knocked on the door to come in.

He was holding the medicine in his hand, and before he could speak, the man gave him a cold look and stopped his voice, and returned to the spot.

Jiang also got up, walked over and looked at the pills, the fever was gone, and then he looked at the documents on the table, which were thicker than the set script.

Knowing that the other party can't see or hear, Jiang also sat on the desk and babbled boringly: "This person is in the world, and his fame, fortune and wealth are fleeting, and if his body is finished, then nothing will be left, look at brother, see you young man When people love flowers and see flowers blooming, half the sky in the entertainment industry is covered, so if they die, they will have nothing left?"

"Look at you again, when will these documents fail, and how long will it take to take a medicine? If your body breaks down, your family property will be used as a wedding dress for others, the money is gone, the house is gone, and your wife has to remarry. , who wants to stay by the side of a sick seedling?"

Jiang is also a chatterer, learning to go to the village to chat like a auntie in the village, and looking out the window with bored eyes.

Xie Chen stopped, stretched out his hand and pressed his temple.

There seemed to be intermittent auditory hallucinations in his ears, but it was his voice, which was as playful as he remembered.

He stared out the window blankly.

The innate coldness and dignity of men seem to have been pulled away from the body in an instant, leaving only empty helplessness and despair.

Chapter 3 Trance with voice

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

There was a knock on the door, Xie Chen put down his hand and returned to his usual indifference and alienation: "Come in."

"Changlin's information."

The young man who came in was meticulously dressed, and his speech was short and shocking. Jiang also ran over instantly when he heard it.

Changlin? Changlin Media?

his company.

Xie Chen nodded, and the young man went out.

The man looked at the information for a long time without moving, but Jiang was also very curious: "It's really Changlin Media, boss, you still have business with the entertainment industry."

As he spoke, he jumped on the table, stared at the familiar file skin and kept urging: "Brother, you opened it. Did you invest in any film? I'll help you to see how it looks. Open it quickly. What's good in the portfolio."

Xie Chen closed his eyes.

Since the coma, can always hear the little guy's voice indistinctly, intermittently, sometimes a word or two, and sometimes a lot of words.

He didn't speak to anyone.

I don't want to go to the doctor either.

If this is thinking sickness, he hopes this sickness can last longer.

The sound stopped, Xie Chen raised his hand like a thousand dollars, opened the portfolio, and took out a stack of documents.

A photo in the upper left corner of the front page paper burned his eyes again.

The handsome peach blossom eyes of the young man are clear and clean, and the end of his eyes has a tinge of crimson, which brings a little temptation.

Under the pretty nose, the thin pink lips rose slightly.

"My Photo?"

Jiang also leaned over curiously, and looked confidently: "It's really my data, big brother, why are you taking my data?"

"Oh, do you want to keep it as a souvenir? I really don't understand. If you like me so much, why didn't you find me in the past?"