The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Then he said to Li Zheng, "Li Zheng, do you have anything you want to say to me?"

His voice was clear and magnetic. It sounded in the classroom. There was no change in his tone. Li Zheng looked at Cheng Chen in shock, but his face turned pale.

Standing there, he hesitated for a moment and was ready to go all out.

"Boss! Actually..."

"Brother Li, don't say it!" The clear and cold voice scolded Li Zheng.

Ruan Qingzhu's black hair was loose, and she was pale and thin. Her pitch-black eyes looked at Cheng Chen. She resisted the pressure and straightened her back.

"Little Zhu, there's nothing that can't be said. Back when you saved the boss, the boss did lose his memory, but after so many years, you waited to find him. Did you wait in vain?" Li Zheng was agitated and looked at Ruan Qingzhu with a pained expression.

"That...was also my own choice!" Ruan Qingzhu pursed her lips as she endured the pain.

...

Her own choice, and she acted as if she had suffered a great injustice?

Xia Ling looked at Li Zheng and Ruan Qingzhu's impassioned emotions for a long time. Finally, she stroked the goosebumps on her arms and heard the whole story.

A long, long time ago...

Cheng Chen had been kidnapped once. The person who kidnapped him was a repeat offender. When it was time to kill the hostage, no one from the Cheng family sent money. The repeat offender wanted to kill the hostage, but the hostage was released by his own daughter.

Cheng Chen was very touched after he was released, so he promised that he would marry this girl in the future.

At that time, Cheng Chen was only eight years old!

Xia Ling: "..."

SYSTEM: ''..."

Are you sure that this robber is here for money and not here to cheat the marriage?

He looked at Cheng Chen subtly.

Cheng Chen stood on the podium with his eyes lowered, his slender hands fiddling with the chalk on the podium.

Wearing a cap, he looked disorganized, making it impossible for others to read his thoughts.

After Li Zheng finished speaking, Cheng Chen threw away the chalk and brushed off the dust on his hands. Only then did he open his mouth.

"Are you done?"

"Yes." Li Zheng's forehead was covered in sweat.

Cheng Chen's tone sounded very cold. Xia Ling stood to the side and looked at Ruan Qingzhu with an awkward expression.

She felt an indescribable joy in her heart. She continued eating melons and looked at Cheng Chen as she said.

"Li Zheng, from today onwards, Xia Ling and Ruan Qingzhu, you don't have to bring them. Choose two more from the rookies. When you learn to stop meddling in other people's business, I'll transfer you back."

These words were equivalent to directly transferring Li Zheng from the core to the periphery. Li Zheng's career would be at a great loss.

"Boss, it's not brother Li's fault. He's always standing up for me. If you want to blame someone, then blame me." Ruan Qingzhu's face was pale, but she stubbornly stood in front of Li Zheng to block him.

"A big IP drama, dragging down the filming progress of the production team, and even getting involved with your own manager. Ruan Qingzhu, what right do you have to stand up for Li Zheng?" Cheng Chen's sharp eyes turned towards Ruan Qingzhu.

Who did she think she was? It was one thing for her to constantly make small moves in the production team, but she couldn't even protect herself, and she still wanted to help Li Zheng by taking the blame?

"Boss, I thought that I would be different." Being ridiculed by Cheng Chen to the point of being worthless, Ruan Qingzhu stubbornly stared at Cheng Chen with her dark eyes.

Her eyes gradually turned red, but she held back her tears and laughed at herself.

Seeing that the female lead had used her "smiling through tears" killer move, Xia Ling immediately glanced at Cheng Chen.

If a man faced such a beauty, his heart would ache, right? Moreover, Ruan Qingzhu had her own female lead halo?

Cheng Chen frowned when he felt Xia Ling's undisguised gaze on him.

"Ruan Qingzhu, although I forgot about what happened when I was eight years old, do you think I'm the kind of person who would repay a debt of gratitude? Read less of those retarded novels on the market in the future. My brain is damaged."