"The Sword of God" started filming in Hengdian.

On the first day of the start-up, Xu Jiamu didn't know what to do and insisted on sending Qiao Anhao over in person.

The flight tickets that Xu Jiamu booked were first class, and the three of them sat in the same row, but there was a passage between Qiao Anhao and Xu Jiamu.

Zhao Meng downloaded a movie on the iPad in advance. When the plane took off, Zhao Meng opened the iPad, and each with Qiao Anhao, and started watching it.

Xu Jiamu took a newspaper delivered by the flight attendant and glanced casually for a few seconds, and finally his eyes were frozen on a color-printed picture on the penultimate page.

Song Xiangsi was wearing a pink gauze long skirt and stood on the red carpet. Her small and delicate chin was slightly raised, and her smiled brightly.

Xu Jiamu stared at the photo for a long time, and finally closed the newspaper with some irritability, stuffed it into the magazine bag in front of him, then turned his head and looked at Qiao Anhao and Zhao Meng who were sitting beside him. As a result, he saw Song Xiangsi's face on the screen of the two of them. The depression in his heart became even heavier. Xu Jiamu let out a long breath, lowered the back of the seat back a little, and closed his eyes, but his mind slowly turned back to the night when he entered the room and slapped Song Xiangsi hard.

Actually, when he thought about it now, he didn't know why he slapped her at the time. He just felt a sense of breath in his chest and had nowhere to vent his body. His brain didn't even realize it, so he waved his hand.

He slapped that slap so hard because he felt the pain of his palm being bounced back.

He regretted it on the spot, and even at that moment, a hint of panic appeared in his heart. He instinctively wanted to squat down and apologize to her.

But when he looked at the woman, her eyes were clean and she had not shed a tear. She looked calm and calm as if the slap was not thrown on her face at all. She even climbed up from the ground as if nothing had happened and sorted out her clothes and hair.

Her reaction made him feel that the person who was slapped in the face was not her at all, but him.

Such a picture looks very similar to the night he had a car accident.

That night, at 8 o'clock in the evening, he went to the airport to pick her up after the notice from France, took her to dinner, and gave her a gift. When he returned to the apartment, he couldn't wait to put his hand into her clothes. She was as obedient as before, but when the two of them took off their clothes and were about to enter her body, she suddenly spoke calmly and said to him: "Jiamu, let's break up."

At that time, his mind was full of love with her skin, just thinking she was joking and kissing her cheeks without taking it seriously.

But she stretched out her hand, pushed him away, and repeated the sentence just now: "Jiamu, let's break up."

He saw the seriousness in her eyes, not joking. A woman who was sold in college in order to treat her father's illness, a woman who was willing to be his lover after giving her 50,000 yuan, and a woman whom they had been entangled for seven years but had never talked about love, actually said to him that they broke up.
Chapter completed!