boyfriend shameless

Chapter 10

"Daily Star" is the most official and authoritative current entertainment media, and it is the dream of every insider to be on its front page headlines, but Gong Jiang did not expect that it was the first time she was on the headlines, and it was in this situation Down.

The headlines concluded his heinous crimes, such as blackmailing his models, sowing discord, and being slapped in the face and fired, it is hard to overstate it.In this era of advanced information, such a piece of news will undoubtedly produce the power of an atomic bomb explosion,

Weibo, forums, WeChat... All mainstream media have joined this reposting war, and public opinion and Internet violence have skyrocketed at an immeasurable speed.

#宫红转出fashion圈# was airborne to the top of the hot search overnight, and even #超模北佩于打世界秀秀常记# had to give in to it.

Gong Jiang knew that Mr. Lu's hand was behind the scenes, and Mr. Lu wanted to use public opinion to put Gong Jiang to death, so that Gong Jiang, who exposed his illegal actions, would disappear completely.Then, Boss Lu can sit back and relax and enjoy the convenience brought to him by his rights, and destroy all the evidence that can prove that he is illegal.He was demonstrating, and he was also warning that anyone who wanted to feel sorry for him would make his life worse than death.

Public opinion did not die out with the passage of time, but intensified. The models who had been taken by Gong Jiang were instructed by Mr. Lu to come out to "testify" his evil deeds. Gong Jiang argued that for angry netizens, silence is tantamount to acquiescence, and justification is tantamount to forced whitewashing.So Mo Jinghong was branded as Gong Jiang's party member, and was questioned and ridiculed by netizens. Later, Mo Jinghong was scolded by his manager, his Weibo account was blocked, and others were ordered to freeze for a year by the company.

The turmoil is not over, the media suddenly exposed a shocking secret, Gong Jiang actually has the habit of recording anytime and anywhere, even if you don't know him before, as long as you pass by him, even if you cough, you will be recorded by him Write it down.

People are the creatures most afraid of secrets being known. What is the difference between such a person who will record what you have said at any time, and a bomb that will blow up your secret at any time?Who dares to contact him, who dares to talk to him?

Gong Jiang shut herself up tightly and never went out again. Her decent appearance was gone. In this small rented house, there was only one sloppy ghost who used cigarettes and alcohol to anesthetize herself.Cigarette butts filled the ashtray, and he threw it on the ground casually. Once an unextinguished fire ignited the waste paper on the ground. If Feng Ying hadn't found it quickly when he came back, the whole house might have burned down.

More than half a month passed, Gong Jiang never went out of the room except to go to the bathroom, the food was greeted by the door, and he opened the door to take it into the room to finish eating, and handed out the empty plate. After that, the two had no intersection. , without saying a word.He used silence to resist the world that rejected him, and responded to the sadness given by the world with silent actions.

He is like a hedgehog curled up in a shell, obviously too timid to see the sunlight outside, but when others approach, he sticks out his sharp thorns to drive away those who try to comfort him.

His favorite newspapers are piled up in mountains, and new newspapers are delivered to the door every day, but he has not opened them.Laptops were thrown out of the house and mobile phones were thrown to pieces on the day he saw the headlines in the Daily Star.

Every day is waking up hungry, falling asleep in pain, and the cycle repeats.

He kept quiet and resisted any way to vent. If this continues, the dull resentment will be like dust accumulated over time, and one day it will be buried into a mountain, suffocating him.

This is the 20th time that Feng Ying No. has helped Gong Jiang clean up the ashtray and empty wine bottles. The smoky bedroom is filled with fine soot, and the gray shade cloth blocks the sunlight that is eager to shine in. The whole room is so cold that it doesn't even have heating. Can't dispel the cold.

Feng Ying stuffed the empty wine bottle into the garbage bag, tied the mouth of the bag tightly, and then threw the garbage bag on Gong Jiang's body: "You can just continue to be decadent like this! Do you know that taking care of you requires consideration of you?" Feeling, it’s so troublesome! I’m leaving, a person like you who only sees yourself as a poor self, without me, is a big bastard!”

There was a bang, not only the sound of the door being slammed shut, but also the sound of the heart falling into an endless abyss.

It's good to be gone, he is the only one left in this world, no one will pity him with sympathetic eyes, no one will ridicule him with mocking smiles.

He deserves to live alone, he has always been like this, and he will always be like this in the future.

Think about the days of gangsters in the past. At that time, I didn’t know how prestigious it was. I was followed by my younger brother when I went in and out, and my younger brother served me when I ate. People who didn’t like me were beaten to death, and things I didn’t like were smashed. It’s not like now, being poked He scolded his head, but he still didn't dare to say anything.He really went back as he lived, and was brought into this cultural society by his grandfather, thinking that he was decent, complacent, had books to read, earned money, dressed noble, and had the capital to enter high-end clubs, but he was A poor man begging for mercy from high-level forces.

I really don't know what he is happy about.

The rubbish was scattered on the ground, the ash was flying all over the sky, and the wine bottles seemed to hate the smell of wine on his body, and they rolled into the corner one by one.

He fell down on the bed irritatedly, thinking of the bloody storms of the past, and the reckless behavior of the past...

A dream is a very magical thing. It can piece together fragments that have never been experienced into a complete picture, and it can also play memories like a slideshow.

He went back to the past in his dream, the 17-year-old who went from heaven to hell.

The author has something to say:

Feng Ying: "I heard that the story of the scar on Xiaojiang's face will be released tomorrow."