The Slag Gong wants to Kill me

My husband is an entertainment worker. To be precise, he is the president of a media company. I'm a writer, and they stuffed me with a lot of names-such as the well-known suspense novelist in the industry, xx's last conscience ...

We met at the university, and met in the community when I was not yet home. After meeting each other for about a year, he started to pursue me. At that time he was an ordinary college student.

After graduation, I quickly became famous by publishing a book, and the media industry he studied had no place to be of any use, and he could not even find a job. He later found a company that he co-founded with a friend and soon declared bankruptcy because of funding problems. It was one of my few editor friends that I asked to help him propagate, and helped him survive the danger.

My husband's company is currently the number one in the domestic entertainment industry, which I know. I guess their connection started from this company.

I found by his name of Zhu Ma, he was probably a star. He made his debut in my husband's company in 11 years, and when he made his debut, all company resources tended to him, thus winning a front-line superstar.

I found his Weibo and saw him referred to by fans as Little Sweetheart. I really want to spit it out. He has few followers on Weibo. I turned to the Weibo posted by him in 10 years. He wrote: met with first love, the picture is two holding hands, I opened it with ps, and took a picture of my husband. Put it up for comparison, right.

It was so early in the year when my husband's company was just listed, they got together.

Disgusting.

I feel like I'm sick of eating flies.

It is uncertain whether to change the attack afterwards. But the protagonist has other suitors