Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry Chapter 470

Qiao Yu came to the corner of the wall, two or three meters away, the suffocating black cloud weighed heavily.

This is only the feeling that she can have. In fact, there is only a sobbing girl curled up there.

The girl cried in a low voice, retching as she wept, all her beautiful makeup was gone, which made her collapsed look a bit weirder.

She was wearing a long black dress with a slim style. She showed the feminine beauty as much as possible without revealing it. She could imagine how elegant and decent such a dress would be in front of everyone.

But now, this skirt is wrinkled and stained with dirt, just as embarrassed as the girl herself.

Qiao Yu approached half a meter apart and squatted down.

She didn't say anything, didn't do anything, and didn't need to do anything, because just the girl's cry mixed with neighing had already made her fully experience the tearing heartbreak.

In just an instant, Qiao Yu became her kind. They exuded the same soft and fragile breath, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Pan Jing sat paralyzed on the ground, curled up, shivering, her stomach juices surged, her ears were buzzing, and she didn't even notice that someone was coming.

Qiao Yu changed from squatting to half-kneeling, keeping her eyes at the same level, and carefully moved over.

A cry of collapse filled Qiao Yu's ears, and she gently embraced the desperate and heavy black cloud.

"Are you okay?" she asked in a low voice.

Pan Jing finally realized the existence of Qiao Yu, her shoulders trembled, she turned her head and retched again, her face was covered with tears and snot, and there was a faint saliva on her lips, embarrassed and tragic.

Qiao Yu realized that the girl's mind was already showing signs of confusion, she was about to go crazy, and her heart sank suddenly.

She tentatively took out a tissue, pushed away Pan Jing's long messy hair, and gently wiped the corner of her mouth.

Pan Jing was still weeping. Tears flowed down automatically. Her eyes were bloodshot, like two dry wells being squeezed with all their might. Even if the water was about to drain, she would still forcefully shed tears.

She did not resist Qiao Yu's approach and touch, even though her reason had been disintegrated, she instinctively felt that it was a harmless fellow who could understand her.

Pan Jing's lips moved.

Fortunately, Qiao Yu's ear was strong enough to hear this faint sound.

"…gross…"

Pan Jing's eyes were fixed on one place, but she seemed to have no focus.

She murmured, "It's disgusting."

Strong sourness rushed to Qiao Yu's nose, she closed her eyes, hugged Pan Jing and wept together with her.

This time is not suitable and can't do anything, but expressing "I'm here" is the greatest comfort.

Pan Jing was trembling violently in Qiao Yu's arms, making noises from time to time, and then coughing in pain.

She was cold all over her body, as if her blood was no longer warm, her renown was sucked away by the dead air, and there was no hope at all.

Qiao Yu hugged Pan Jing halfway, and pressed her side face to her cold forehead.

"I'm here." She smashed herself into the dark cloud with tears, "I'm here..."

Pan Jing was sobbing, her arms were weak and helpless, she wanted to hug her tightly, but she resisted touching the dirty things - it was her who was dirty, so she became a mess when she touched herself. hesitate.

There are many girls who are born to cherish treasures that only belong to them.

It is clean, pure and unique. It carries the longing and yearning for a beautiful love, and tells the shy whispers from girls to women. Perhaps in the future, it will witness a clear and tender maternal love, and welcome the arrival of a small life in anxiety and strength. .

Such a significant treasure should be cherished.

The girls kept it properly, carefully protected it, and only waited until the most important day in one's life before opening it and their hearts to their lovers.

However, before this day came, the pure and fragile treasure was stained and damaged with a grin.

What followed was a tidal wave of collapse and nausea.

-Imagine what a cleanliness addict, or a perfectionist, would do if they had something extremely precious and had been guarding for many years, but it was ruthlessly, cruelly, and filthy destroyed. Feelings?

A beautiful figure is smashed by a bear child, will its owner feel heartache?

An extremely expensive and special colored glazed lamp was pushed down a high-rise building and fell into pieces. Will the person who collected it be both angry and sad?

But these external things can be properly put away. If their owners don't want to recall the pain that is like bleeding in their hearts, they can put them in a place where they can't see, and wait quietly for time to repair the wounds and erase the memories. .

But the girls' treasures grow on them.

It cannot be gouged out in blood and thrown away.

So they will carry the dirty treasures of the past with them for the rest of their lives. They can't throw them away, they can't forget them. In their dreams, they're full of the scoundrel's laughter and the pain that almost rips people in half, and then they hate it day by day. contaminated self.

The dark cloud therefore shrouded their hearts forever.

Who doesn't want to throw the water cup that cockroaches crawled over into the trash can?

Who wants to continue wearing clothes that have been splashed with swill?

But what if the dirty one was yourself?

Pan Jing just wanted to die immediately.

The nausea was like a torrential rain. The raindrops were so heavy that they smashed through the eyes, pierced through the heart, and smashed the stomach to pieces, leaving a big hole, which was cold and painful.

The only thing she wants to do now is to throw herself out of the world.

The dirt disappeared, she must not be so uncomfortable.

Qiao Yu's body temperature was inversely proportional to the temperature of her tears, and she kept wrapping her up.

She sniffed, tears rolling down every time she blinked.

"It's all gone." Qiao Yu repeated softly with a trembling voice, "It's all gone... Come on, let's sit up and take a breath, shall we?"

Pan Jing leaned against her in her arms, her eyes were dead, only tears kept flowing.

Qiao Yu closed his eyes uncomfortably, and suppressed the sound of his breath into a dull black-gray, like a vague dream.

"Where is your primary school?" she asked softly.

"..." Pan Jing's eyes moved blankly, "Huai...cheng..."

"Huaicheng, isn't there a lot of delicious food?" Qiao Yu's voice was soft, and she lightly patted her arm.

"...Well..." Pan Jing blinked slowly.

"What's your favorite food?" Qiao Yu rubbed her forehead sideways, softly, like her mother who held her in her arms when she was young.

…Mother?

Pan Jing's breath changed a bit: "Mom... the things my mother makes... delicious..."

"Okay, how does she cook delicious dishes?"

"...tofu...Pingqiao tofu...fish ball..."

Accompanied by a slow and soft murmur, there was a little more ink in the black cloud, it was gray, still dim, but at least not rich black.

Pan Jing blinked a little faster, only slightly slower than normal.

"Let's go back to eat when we have time, okay?" Qiao Yu's voice was still soft.

"…okay…"

"Now sit up slowly, okay? It's cold on the ground."

"Um…"

Pan Jing was supported by Qiao Yu to prop up her upper body, her expression was still blank, but her tears were no longer raging.

She blinked at her blankly, her eyelids trembling, like a lost child.

"Are your eyes dry?" Qiao Yu took off her mask before coming, and now she reached out and took off her hat, and put it on Pan Jing, who was sluggish and helpless. Then she stretched out her hands and gently covered it with her soft palms. close her eyes.

"Come on, take a rest." She guided her little by little, "Close your eyes and rest for a while... Right... don't worry, you have a hat on so no one can see it..."

"Isn't it...?" Pan Jing murmured.

"No." Although Qiao Yu's voice was soft, his tone was very firm, "No one would know."

"it is good…"

Pan Jing's trembling was not so great.

The temperature in the palm of her hand was not as good as that of a hot towel, but it was already a rare amount of heat at this time. Qiao Yu was looking for a topic, and every few moments, she grabbed Pan Jing's attention, so that she slowly regained her ability to think.

After ten minutes, Qiao Yu put down his slightly sour hands.

Pan Jing blinked, the focus of her eyes moved with her hand, her dazedness turned into shallow confusion.

"The makeup is a little worn." Qiao Yu took out the tissue and wet wipes again, and looked at Pan Jing seriously, "Let's take it off first, okay?"

Pan Jing nodded slowly, as if she had finally gained some consciousness. After thinking for a while, she looked down at her small bag.

"Remove makeup..." She raised her hand still a little slow, like a puppet that just had a life, "Makeup remover cotton...I brought it..."

"Okay." Qiao Yu helped her press the bottom of the bag, "You are so careful."

Any bit of affirmation and compliment is particularly important at this moment. Pan Jing didn't show anything to this sentence, but when Qiao Yu gently pressed the cotton pad dipped in makeup remover on her face, she suddenly spoke in a weak voice. road:

"I... turned into two hours..."

"So hard." Qiao Yu answered gently.

"Well...because today, I have to talk..."

"So that's the case." Qiao Yu lightened his strength as he wiped around his eyes, "What do you want to say?"

"Product, product... opinion." Pan Jing's voice was a little more energetic, "I've been preparing for a long time..."

"Hmm, um." Qiao Yu put down the cotton pad and looked at it carefully before raising it again, "And then?"

"Then…"

Pan Jing followed her words and continued, "I speak very well... Everyone, my boss, likes it very much... Then Zhang..."

"open…"

She shivered violently, bent down and vomited, but there was nothing to spit out, only the retching that was uncomfortable enough to hear.

Qiao Yu quickly stroked Pan Jing's back and hugged her again.

"Don't say it, don't say it."

Pan Jing's tears fell again, leaning in Qiao Yu's arms with a thick nasal "um".

"Let's remove makeup next, and concentrate on removing makeup, okay?" Qiao Yu wiped her mouth with a tissue in her other hand.

Pan Jing sniffed and nodded helplessly.

"By the way, what's your name?" Qiao Yu held her face in one hand, and wiped the cotton pad carefully with the other.

"Pan Jing..."

"It sounds good." Qiao Yu smiled lightly, "I'm... Qin Yuqiao. Well, just call me Qiaoqiao."

"Yeah." Pan Jing nodded again.

"Jingjing, what do you want to do now?" Qiao Yu's tone was still soft, but it had transitioned from dark gray to light orange, as plain and natural as the chat between girlfriends.

Pan Jing shuddered, her eyes flashed, and she murmured, "Take a bath. Go home and take a bath."

"Okay, it's already very late, can I accompany you back?" Qiao Yu took her face and looked at her, making sure that all the makeup had been removed, so she put away the cotton pad.

Pan Jing nodded her head quickly, as if she was trembling.

Dddda.

The tips of Qiao Yu's ears moved, and she heard someone running quickly with bare feet.

The footsteps are heavy, and he is very anxious, but the destination is not clear, he runs and stops, maybe he is looking for someone...

The sound was getting closer and closer, and Qiao Yu could tell from the sound of breathing and the rubbing of the fabric that it was a girl, and did not take immediate measures.

What's more, Pan Jing's current situation is not suitable for transfer.

"...Ah! Jingjing!"

The girl turned around the corner and saw Pan Jing in a black dress for the first time. She was stunned by the hat on her head and Qiao Yu, who was kneeling beside her.

Under the dim street light, the tears on Qiao Yu's face were obvious, and the harmless and caring aura around her body was too strong, and at a glance, it could be seen that it was a kind passerby who offered a helping hand.

Min Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly put her focus back on Pan Jing. Tears flashed in her eyes, and she was still breathing heavily because of the fierce sprint, but within a few seconds, she was struggling. Swallowing her hot throat, she rushed over to make La Panjing get up.

"Are you being bullied?" She said quickly with a machine gun-like voice in her turbulent breathing, "Just now after the team building was over, I couldn't find you anywhere, and you didn't respond when I called or sent a message, it scared me to death. Sister Lin only said that you were not feeling well and left first. If I hadn't seen some managers with the wrong expressions when they were chatting, I would have believed it!"

She squatted down involuntarily, and when Qiao Yu had no time to stop her, she took Pan Jing's arm and said anxiously:

"Is it obscenity or did he get it? Is he wearing a condom? Is there any evidence? Audio and video or what's inside of you? Hurry up, hurry up and call the police! Hurry up to collect evidence! Go catch that **** now! Not for nothing Being bullied!"

Pan Jing was staggered by her, and her body, which had finally calmed down, trembled violently in an instant, and she even sat down again, curled up and moved towards the corner of the wall.

"No, I don't," her lips trembled, her face showing a broken look again, "no-nothing-did not happen-"

Min Yuanyuan is more excited than her, UU reading www. uukanshu.com burst into tears: "What are you doing!"

The bad guys must be caught! Mumu and Xiaoyan's expressions don't seem to be quite right. I don't know if they have been taken advantage of. How can they swallow their anger at such a time! It's the **** who are obviously disgusting, so why should the bullied bear the harm? !

"Come on! I've already called the police, but they said that if they were looking for someone, they couldn't call the police if they were still missing. Now we don't have time to go to the nearest police station!"

Min Yuanyuan squeezed Pan Jing's hand tightly, almost begging, "Please, be strong, okay? At this time, you must be calm and keep the evidence, and you can identify him when the test results are taken! Don't swallow your grievances!"

Pan Jing opened her mouth with an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

A terrifying aura stunned Min Yuanyuan who kept talking. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was anger or coldness, so she shivered subconsciously.

A hand blocked Min Yuanyuan's swaying hand that was holding Pan Jing firmly, and she could not help but fall backwards and sit on the ground.

The angle of the backlight cast a shadow over that stunning face, and Qiao Yu gave Min Yuanyuan a blank look.

"Quiet," she said.

(https://)

First set a small goal, such as 1 second to remember: Shukeju mobile version reading website:

Chapter end