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Zhao Yi is crazy, everyone says she is crazy. She often describes how wonderful her lover is to the staff around her. He would wait on the set for her to call it a day, no matter how late. \T\t He would thank her at the award ceremony. He always uses a body double in all his kissing scenes, just because he doesn't want to cause scandal. ......... Zhao Yi said that she would write a good script for him, one of a kind. She announced her married status. But everyone said they had never seen "him". Zhao Yi tried her best to explain at first, but then she began to have doubts. Later, the drama could not be filmed and nothing could be written. Zhao Yi was completely useless. That young female director and writer who dominated the literary and art world could no longer write. Ten years later, a piece of explosive news appeared in front of people. Ten years ago, Song Xiaolan, a popular niche student, died in a drunken brawl because she was involved in an interest dispute. There were many parties involved, the scene was tragic, and the matter was suppressed. Everyone in the entertainment industry has a tacit understanding and will no longer mention Song Xiaolan. Song Xiaolan disappeared. It turns out that it was not Zhao Yi who was crazy back then, but the people in this circle who were crazy. They drove Zhao Yi crazy.

Feng Leyu died in this life with thousands of arrows piercing his heart. Naihe Bridge welcomed the flower blooming on the other side. She picked one off casually. The kid guarding the road wanted to scold her, but when she walked up and saw that it was Feng Leyu, she made no sound and hid obediently. "King of Hell, no good! That woman is here again!" "What?! Again!" Before she finished speaking, there was just a clang, and the petite Po Meng was thrown in front of the King of Hell. "Mother Meng? You!" Po Meng looked at the King of Hell with tears in her eyes, feeling pitiful. The King of Hell thought: It's useless for you to look at me! You can't control this Naihe Bridge, what can I do? Feng Leyu was wearing a bright red wedding dress and stood in front of the King of Hell with the green wind sword in her hand. "King of Hell, let me say it again, I will never drink this Meng Po soup in this life." Every word was so sonorous and powerful that the King of Hell was so frightened that he almost fell down. "Auntie, it's been two hundred years, what do you want? I, the King of Hell, will be tortured until I retire." Feng Leyu smiled coldly, "Two hundred years, even if a thousand years pass, I can't forget that devil!" The King of Hell hugged Po Meng and cried, "I want to resign!" She, Feng Leyu, had said that the revenge of genocide would be avenged for generations to come, and even the King of Hell could not stop her!