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The clock on the living room wall ticked. It was already past one in the morning.

Zhao Yilan was sitting on the sofa. Her hair was in disarray and her eyes were red. Her front lapels and bra had been torn off.

She was still recalling the scene from before with a lingering fear in her heart.

When Huo Yelin was about to get his hands on her, she slapped him with a crisp smack. Even she was startled. Huo Yelin looked at her in shock, and soon, a red finger mark appeared on his face.

Huo Yelin's furious face was something she would never forget in her entire life. She was like an injured and hungry lion.

Just when she thought that she would be tied to a rock and thrown into the Huangpu river, the anger in Huo Yelin's eyes turned into sadness.

Zhao Yilin wanted to apologize, but he simply sat up from the sofa, threw on his clothes and left the room without giving her a chance to apologize.

Anyway, it was over between them.

Zhao Yiling found it laughable that such a pointless ending came to nothing.

Because he still had to film in the morning.

Zhao Yelin held onto her muddleheaded head and stood up. She was about to take two sleeping pills when her knee accidentally hit the tea table. She reached out her hand to rub it in pain and saw that there was a box of cigarettes on the sofa.

She picked it up and looked back and forth. It was a red cigar dragon.

She peeked inside and had already smoked half a box. Zhao Yilin recalled that most people smoked when they were bored, and she couldn't help but pull out a cigarette. The cigarette was long and thin, with a very stylish design. It felt a little cool with the tip of the finger.

When she couldn't find anything to light a cigarette, she remembered the gas stove in the kitchen.

Since she moved here, Zhao Yilin had rarely cooked with a gas stove, but in order to prevent the power from failing to cook, she had transferred some gas to her house.

She twisted the button and the flame came roaring out. She shivered in fright, then slowly handed the cigarette in her hand over.

The cigarette suddenly lit up with sparks.

Zhao Yiran put the cigarette holder into her mouth and took a long drag. The familiar thick smoke entered her nose. She covered her mouth and began to cough violently. She coughed until her consciousness blurred, and tears began to flow out of her eyes.

She squatted with her hands against the wall and rolled her cigarette next to the trash can. The cigarette butts flickered, still smoking. Zhao Yilin stared at the smoke drifting in the air with her eyes wide open. She felt like she couldn't breathe.

The fire from the gas stove was still burning. If it continued like this, it would start to blaze and burn to death!

Coughing, she turned off the gas stove and stamped on the end of the cigarette until she was sure it would never burn again.

Qi Xiaoyan was one of the twenty-three people killed in the fire, and from then on, fire and smoke were her nightmares.

Zhao Yilan sat on the kitchen floor, gasping for air. It took her a long time to regain her composure.

The temperature at home wasn't high, but she was covered in cold sweat.

"Will I still be filming tomorrow?" She walked out of the kitchen and saw the cigarette on the coffee table and suddenly remembered something.

Huo Yelin was a smoker, but he had never smoked in front of her. Except when he was in the car, he had deliberately poured the cigarette into her mouth, full of malice.

"How did he know I couldn't smell smoke?"

Zhao Yilin crossed her arms. She remembered something she hadn't noticed before and felt a chill run down her spine.

Qi Xiaoyan's laughter was very pure, like the summer sun, but in the middle of the night, he gave off an indescribable feeling.

The next day, Zhao Yilin went to the studio with a pair of panda eyes. Seeing her like this, the makeup artist Xiao Wen was so shocked that her jaw almost fell off. "Oh my god. You got beaten up by someone last night, didn't you?"

Zhao Yilin didn't say anything. Zhang Youzhu walked into the dressing room with an ice bag and said, "Here, put some ice on it."

Zhao Yilin smiled gratefully. Zhang Yanzhen squatted down across from her and massaged the area around her eyes with ice cubes.

Xiao Wen said, "Your eyes are too swollen and your face is too swollen. Why don't you stop shooting today and rest for the day?"

Zhao Yilin knew that she was lacking in professionalism, so she had to maintain her best condition at all times.

"I'm really sorry for the trouble."

Xiao Wen laughed, "Why are you apologizing to me? It's mainly because you're afraid that the director and Boss Huo will be dissatisfied. I'm afraid that he won't find your face swollen, but rather that I haven't finished my makeup. "

Xiao Wen is a top makeup artist in the industry and speaks with a sharp tongue. Zhao Yilin felt her words made sense, so she pressed Zhang Youzhen's hand and said, "How about I talk to Director Wu first?"

Today, the female lead encountered the male lead for the first time in her previous life. Her emotions changed from pleasant surprise to sadness. The scene was beautiful and romantic. Therefore, it was very important for both the male and female protagonists to maintain a good state of mind.

As soon as Zhao Yilin left the dressing room, she saw a girl from the prop team running towards her room, crying.

"What's wrong? "Are you hurt somewhere?" Zhao Yilin asked.

"No, I was just told by Director Huo."

"For what?"

"I parked in the wrong direction."

Zhao Yilin patted the girl's shoulder and said, "Don't cry anymore. He shouldn't talk about you. He might be in a bad mood, so don't be angry."

The girl nodded and entered the dressing room.

Zhao Yelin hadn't even reached the set when she heard Huo Yelin's shout, "It's the Lighting Department. I said we have to set up the lights before ten o'clock today. What did you do? What time is it now?"

The entire studio was dead silent. The only sound that could be heard was Huo Yelin's approval of the entire batch. In any case, no one could escape.

Yuan Zhou muttered in a low voice, "Boss Huo, what happened today? It's like you ate gunpowder."

Standing beside him, Little Zhou said, "It should be due to a certain popularity."

Everyone turned to look at Zhao Yilin, but there was nowhere for her to hide even if she wanted to. She had no choice but to stick her chest out and speak to the director as if nothing had happened.

Wu Tai heard the reason for her visit, then looked at the state of her face and said, "Mhm, it's better not to take pictures today, but go discuss it with Boss Huo yourself, I don't dare to offend him."

Huo Yelin crossed his legs and leaned against the stool. His eyes turned even colder when he saw Zhao Yilin walking over.

Zhao Yilin observed his appearance and recalled the events that had happened since they met. Her heart was in a mess.

"Director Huo, my skin isn't in a good condition today. The director recommends that I do it again tomorrow."

Huo Yelin wanted to say a few words to vent his anger, but when he looked up and saw her swollen bloodshot eyes, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

Humans were such strange animals. One had to see others suffering the same pain and injuries as oneself before feeling that they shared the same feelings.

Seeing Zhao Yelin so upset, the anger in Huo Yelin's heart quickly turned into heartache and a faint sense of superiority.

"What happened to your eyes?" He asked knowing the answer.

"Smoked." "No," she replied.

After the two faced off for a few seconds, Huo Yelin said, "Let's do it tomorrow."

"Thank you, Director Huo." Zhao Yilin turned around and left.

The entire studio was waiting for the studio to start. If they were to leave midway, it would be a huge waste of money. Huo Yelin thought for a moment, then said, "Let's shoot my part of the movie today, then we'll call Fang Xinying and Shao Shao and ask if they have time to come over today."

With Huo Yelin's words, the entire film crew began to run quickly.

When Zhao Yilin returned home, she called her uncle.

"Uncle, is there anyone else who knows about my aversion to cigarettes? Has anyone else come to ask you about it in recent months? "

Huo Yelin's uncle was a well-known furrier in the Eastern Region. He was a good man, but he was a fearless man. Because of his wife's relationship with Zhao Yelin, he didn't dare to treat her too well.

"No, I, your good friend Fang Xinying knows about it. What's wrong?"

"And the psychiatrist," Zhao said.

"Yes, and her. However, she is quite famous and should not reveal the patient's information. "

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask. Oh right, uncle, I want to find a safer place to sell this place, would you mind? " Zhao Yilin was very careful, but when she heard the voice on the other end of the phone go silent, she became very nervous.

"Eileen, your aunt and I had already quarreled over the matter of the house several times. If I were to mention it now, it would be even more noisy. "If you have money, then buy one for yourself. If you don't have enough money, then live it for now. You can stay as long as you want."

Zhao Yilin hung up without saying anything else.

After her mother died, her father left her and never gave her a single cent.

Her grandmother had secretly given her quite a bit of money, but it was all because of her greedy aunt. She had used that money to buy this house for her, but she had only paid the down payment of a few hundred thousand yuan. Her real estate certificate even had her and her uncle's names written on it, so she couldn't sell it even if she wanted to.

Zhao Yilin sighed and gave up on the idea of selling the house. He decided to wait until he was paid.

A few days later, Qin Shanshan, who had failed to stir up any trouble on Weibo half a month ago, posted another post on Weibo saying that she had received an invitation from a famous Hollywood director to officially march into Hollywood.

Zhao Yelin, who had just been forgotten by the audience, was once again pushed to the forefront of the conversation. Some even posted a picture of Huo Yelin lowering his head to talk to her.

Huo Yelin's production team and sponsors were having a meeting to discuss countermeasures. This sort of malicious act that would harm the reputation of his peers was not common in the entertainment industry. Occasionally, it would also be a negative reaction.

However, Huo Yelin's attitude was very firm, "Because this matter isn't simple. Qin Shanshan should have been bribed to ruin my company's reputation. I've already found out that she had consulted a lawyer twice about how to cancel the contract at the lowest cost."

One investor asked, "So far, it has only harmed Zhao Yilin. Isn't it a bit unworthy to pay a lawyer to hold a press conference for her?"

Huo Yelin fell silent as he coldly looked at the investor. The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly turned cold.

The investors were feeling infuriated, but they did not say anything. Huo Yelin then looked at the rest of the people present, his eyes filled with doubt and contempt.

Huo Yelin said in a deep voice, "I know what you guys want to say."

The meeting room was silent. Everyone present was filled with anticipation, but no one dared to ask about it.

The writer dusted off his pants and said, "Director Huo, I personally think it's better to be honest than suspicious."

Huo Yelin placed his hands on the armrest as he stared straight ahead, his eyes open and fearless.

"Zhao Yilin is my fiancée."