Senior Superstar

The matter of the concert was settled, and a group of old fans beamed with joy.

Li Shixin smiled wryly;

Once the concert is held, my fan group will really become a hospice organization...

But looking at a group of death fans who are rarely happy, he admits it-why think so much? No matter what, it's all Zhileng, who cares who he's with?

After chatting with fans in the small square for a while, Li Shixin bid farewell to everyone and returned to Huyun Villa.

...

After the beginning of spring, the temperature in Rongzhou became warmer day by day, and the days grew longer.

It was already past five o'clock when we returned to the villa, but the sky was just getting dark. The sunset like a big orange was hanging in the west, and half of the sky was dyed the color of orange juice.

Seeing that the lights in the villa were not turned on, Li Shixin shook his head.

This period of time seems to be really exhausting - it's been almost three hours since I went out for a walk, and Zhao Jinzhi and An Xiaoxiao haven't woken up yet.

But when he tiptoed into the room, he found that only An Xiaoxiao was left on the sofa, still sleeping on his back, but Zhao Jinzhi had gone somewhere.

With suspicion, he glanced at the bright and bright first floor and saw no one, so Li Shixin went upstairs.

Sure enough, he saw a pretty figure in a blanket on the balcony, staring at the setting sun in the sky in a daze.

"What are you doing here?"

As soon as he asked, Li Shixin saw Zhao Jinzhi's back tremble. It was obvious that he had been in silence for too long and was startled by the unexpected sound.

Turning around slowly, Li Shixin let out a "Yo".

He saw that Zhao Jinzhi's face was covered with tears.

"What's the matter?"

"nothing."

Seeing Li Shixin, Zhao Jinzhi smiled slightly, sniffed, and hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face.

"It was just a dream."

Walking to Zhao Jinzhi's side, Li Shixin frowned and sized him up. Seeing the appearance of pear blossoms with rain, he couldn't help laughing: "How big a man is, why is he still scared like this by Meng?"

Zhao Jinzhi smiled wryly, tightened the blanket on her body, and said, "I dreamed that my hair somehow fell out in pieces. The leaked scalp was full of scars... like, like dead , as if rotten..."

Tsk.

Hearing this dream, Li Shixin couldn't help feeling his scalp go numb, and couldn't help scratching his hair.

He grinned only when he found that the extremely handsome strands of hair were still firmly attached to his scalp.

Thinking of Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams that I saw on the calendar before, he said happily: ""Zhou Gong's Interpretation of Dreams" says: A woman dreams of hair loss, and she is widowed in advance..."

As soon as he said this, Li Shixin was stared at by a pair of resentful eyes.

"Yes." Unable to resist Zhao Jinzhi's gaze, Li Shixin quickly waved his hand, "From the point of view of Western psychology, hair in dreams symbolizes health. Dreaming about losing your hair means that you have been under a lot of pressure recently, and you are in an Asian age." Healthy state. Be careful about your health."

Hearing Li Shixin's analysis, Zhao Jinzhi was taken aback. Then he smiled helplessly, "Where did you hear all these fallacies?"

Li Shixin grinned, "This is not a fallacy. When I was in the bullpen, there was a psychologist with me. He pulled me every day to interpret my dreams, and it was very accurate."

"..."

Zhao Jinzhi smiled slightly and walked into the room. Under Li Shixin's puzzled eyes, he found a camera from the cabinet and handed it over.

Seeing that Li Shixin frowned and didn't answer, Zhao Jinzhi smiled, stuffed the camera into his arms, pulled a chair over to finish, and lifted the blanket off his body.

Li Shixin was stunned when he saw the graceful curves that could not be concealed in the fat white shirt.

"What's this for?" Holding the camera, he frowned.

"Take a photo for me." Zhao Jinzhi straightened her back and smiled faintly: "I've seen too much life and death in the funeral parlor these days, and I feel that there will always be a day for people, so make some preparations in advance. Brother, help me." I took better pictures."

Looking at the stunner who was seven points dignified and three points charming in front of him, Li Shixin silently put down the camera in his hand, and walked in front of Zhao Jinzhi.

"Xiao Zhao, what you need now is not taking pictures."

Seeing Li Shixin's face close at hand, Zhao Jinzhi's eyelashes twitched slightly, and she turned her face away, "What do you need?"

Li Shixin didn't answer, he gently took her arm and walked towards his room.

Then, I rummaged through the bed and took out six dark things.

"I just see that you are not in the right state these days, and you think about these messy things at a young age. Come on, lie down."

"Ah?" Seeing Li Shixin put a stack of cupping cans on the bed, and then took out alcohol and a lighter, Zhao Jinzhi blinked.

"Let you see the craftsmanship of this old man!"

Before her brain circuit could catch up, she was pushed onto the bed by Li Shixin.

"Hey! Look at the trick!"

puff!

With a muffled sound from a big cupping can being slapped on the back, Zhao Jinzhi bit her lip.

Before she could utter a cry of pain, she felt a rush of heat flow through her body. It was as if the discomfort all over his body was pushed towards his back by the bursts of heat!

Her vision was blurred, and in the phantom of Li Shixin in front of her, one turned into two, and the two turned into four, she fell asleep in a daze.

After a while, Li Shixin by the bed pulled out the six cupping jars neatly arranged on his white and smooth back.

The black cupping jar is full of reddish-brown stinky liquid!

Seeing this scene, he frowned.

"Let's just say that something is wrong with you these days."

Glancing at Zhao Jinzhi who was smiling soundly while sleeping, Li Shixin raised the corners of his mouth. He pulled a bit of glaring white hair from her ear, and ruthlessly pulled it down.

Click.

In front of the window of a villa opposite, a high-power camera behind the curtain recorded this scene.

...

Shanghai stock market.

In a private hall.

A man in a black suit and sunglasses, even in the dark hall, gently put a stack of photos on the coffee table.

Looking at the prince and general manager of Huaqi Group, Meng Nan, he smiled slightly: "Mr. Meng, you live up to your mission. This is the result of the investigation you entrusted to us."

Having no time to look at his concave shape, Meng Nan put down the cigar in his hand, and immediately picked up the stack of photos.

Seeing the intimate pictures of her stepmother and the restless old man in the company who had been in trouble a while ago in the photos, Meng Nan was stunned.

"It really is her! I knew it, I knew there must be a problem between them! Otherwise, Zhao Jinzhi, a bitch, has been dormant for several years, how could she have given herself an alias and made a movie with him?!"

After a while, he clenched his fist tightly.

"You are a professional detective, let me ask you, is it possible for this old man and Zhao Jinzhi to have another one?"

Looking at Meng Nan whose face was contorted together and tears streaming from his eyes, the man in sunglasses grinned, "According to our investigation, the old man is already sixty-six. In theory...it is impossible."

"That's good."

Meng Nan breathed a sigh of relief. But I immediately recalled: "What is theory? What do you mean by this?"

"Ahem." The man in sunglasses grinned happily, "Now there is a technology called...artificial startling..."

(;Д`)

Hearing this, Meng Nan's eyes widened - an unprecedented sense of crisis struck instantly.

Oh shit! Damn! Damn!

I know that this woman has been going back and forth on the matter of abdicating for so long, and it seems that she has the intention of pushing the offer in the past six months. There must be a, question, question!

"But Mr. Meng, you don't have to worry too much. After all, the old man is sixty-six, and his body must be weak. Even if he is artificially frightened, ahem, the chance of conceiving is quite low."

Hearing this, Meng Nan burst into tears in silence, and the sound of a sundog sounded in his ears.

Thinking back to how Li Shixin has been alive and kicking for more than half a year, more active than many young artists in the company, and his works are jumping out like an assembly line, he covered his face.

This old man, what a hypocrite! ?