As soon as Tang Ning opened her eyes, she saw a woman wearing a low-cut evening dress standing in front of her, showing off her career line.
The woman held a glass of red wine in her hand, looked at Tang Ning and sighed, "I know you don't like socializing, but this is inevitable.
Xiaorong, hurry up and give Mr.
Song a drink.
Maybe Mr.
Song will be able to praise you in the next part of the movie.
Be a heroine.
Haven't you always been here, this opportunity?
I tell you, if you miss this village, there will be no such store.
Unspoken rules in our circle are unavoidable.
If I look so good-looking like you, why should I be like this?
It’s hard work” "Sister Lei, I know it's not easy for you to fight for this opportunity for me."
Looking at this woman, Tang Ning, who was wearing a light blue dress, nodded to her, with a hint of gratitude in her gentle tone, "I'm just here.
It’s breathable here, and I’ll get in quickly.”
"Then come in quickly.
Let me tell you, you are no longer a girl of seventeen or eighteen.
This woman will be worthless once she turns thirty."
Sister Lei glanced at Tang Ning suspiciously, and then patted her gently.
He patted her arm and said, "It's really too cold outside.
Stop whining and hurry in.
I've finally given you this opportunity, so you have to take advantage of it."
"Um."
After receiving the response, Sister Lei nodded again to Tang Ning, then rubbed her arms and carried the skirt back to the box.
Seeing Sister Lei enter, Tang Ning, who was standing on the terrace, reached out and touched her arm.
The tentacles are cold, the temperature here is indeed a bit low.
A snowflake fell.
Tang Ning stretched out her hand, and a snowflake fell on her palm and melted.
She raised her head, and the snowflakes were flying.
It's snowing.
This year, the first snow in X City came earlier and more urgently than in previous years.
Tang Ning lifted up her skirt and walked back.
The curtain behind her blocked the sounds of drunkenness and glamour, as well as the cold night.
Tang Ning looked herself up and down through the flickering lights.
The dress was too revealing, revealing a large area of her chest and a pair of beautiful long legs.
Combined with Sister Lei's words, she probably understood what the situation was.
She avoided the crowd and walked towards the bathroom.
The mirror reflected a figure with wavy brown hair and heavy makeup.
She touched her face and felt the heavy makeup on her fingertips.
The client looks good, but the makeup is too thick and only a good facial contour can be seen.
Tang Ning didn't stay outside for long before she found a cubicle in the back and quickly received the client's memory.
The client, Tang Rong, is an eighteenth-tier young artist.
She is good-looking, but has no acting talent.
She can only play soy sauce every time and receive lunch after three minutes of appearance.
Because of her good looks, the company originally valued her and gave her an excellent agent.
However, because she couldn't support her, the original agent ran away and was replaced by Sister Lei.
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This woman loves to do evil things.
To put it simply, It is said that he likes to let his artists sleep with him.
Mr.
Song is the investor this time.
Mr.
Song himself likes young and beautiful girls very much.
He almost refuses any young girl who comes to please him.
As long as he likes her, he may play an adult game.
Moreover, he is very caring and generous to his lovers.
If the other party can satisfy him, he will give them a large breakup fee even after breaking up.
According to normal logic, this is probably a story about an ugly financial owner who fell in love with me.
However, the client ran away, making Mr.
Song very unhappy.
To put it simply, the deal collapsed.
The agent named Sister Lei got angry and drove away.
The client was beaten to death with a hammer while walking on the snow wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket.
This is the first death.
The second time, the client was reborn and returned to the ten minutes before leaving the club.
This time, she did not go out and hid in the club.
She did not leave until early the next morning.
She spent three days safely.
She thought she had escaped. , but she died again, the wire was broken and her head hit the ground.
The ambulance came, but everyone knew she was dead - no one could survive a fall like that.
The third time, she returned to the morning of Diao Wei Ya.
She didn't go out, let the crew go, and paid the liquidated damages.
She was just a small artist, and her role had very few lines, so she could still afford the money.
She was in a daze, and her whole body was in a state of confusion.
She didn't go out for three days and three nights.
She ordered takeout every day.
On the fourth day, she ate boiled fish and the almond milk that was given to her at noon.
Her heartbeat increased, her chest was tight, and her breathing Difficult, pressed 120, still died.
As a doctor, Tang Ning could conclude that the client died of cyanide poisoning because the boiled fish had a faint smell of bitter almonds and the almond milk was also a bit bitter.
Oral administration of a large amount of cyanide, or poisoning through intravenous injection or inhalation of high-concentration hydrocyanic acid gas will cause loss of consciousness, cardiac arrest, and death within a minute or two, which can be regarded as a "flash death."
However, in view of the strong toxicity of cyanide, all countries have listed them in the most strictly controlled items, and their purchase and use are under strict monitoring to prevent them from being used for illegal purposes.
So the identity of the murderer is definitely not that simple.
The fourth time, she was back to the time when she had just finished a sip of almond milk.
She put her fingers into her throat and stirred it, then spat it out.
She shook her hands and wanted to take the food for testing, but was stopped halfway.
A large truck hit her, and the entire truck ran over her.
Her body was shattered and she died.
When he was knocked away, the client must have suffered comminuted fractures all over his body, his ribs were inserted into his spleen, and he was hopeless.
Strangely, the driver of the big truck drove over again without any hesitation.
The fifth time, the client returned to the half hour before she was hit.
She called the police where she was, walked into a coffee shop, and waited shivering for the police to arrive.
After taking the transcript, the police felt that she was suffering from delusions of persecution.
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Then halfway, she was kidnapped.
The person who kidnapped her was a trafficker.
The police quickly got the news and surrounded the trafficker's base camp.
As a result, conflicts arose among the traffickers.
All the hostages were safe and sound, only the client died.
The sixth time, the client returned to the half hour before he was kidnapped, called the police, caught the traffickers, and was awarded a banner.
The client bought and cooked his own food, and installed surveillance cameras at home to see if anyone suspicious came in or out, but he still died.
There was a fire in the building, and the fire started on the balcony of the client's house.
It happened that the client's balcony had been transformed into a leisure place, with solid wood tables and chairs and nearly a wall of miscellaneous books.
They were all flammable, so they burned very quickly.
When she felt something was wrong, the fire was not very big, but she suddenly fainted without any consciousness, and the raging fire engulfed her.
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