She closed the computer directly without noticing that she used a lot of force.
Liu Qiong on the side saw that she had been in a daze for a long time and asked quickly, "Miss Sheng, are you feeling unwell? Your face is very red."
Sheng Mian raised her hand and touched her cheek, which turned red and hot.
"It's okay, Aunt Liu, you should go to bed early. I don't want to eat tonight. I'm going to bed."
When entering the bathroom, Zhuang Wan sent her a work message.
[Mr. Sheng, the female lead has been decided, do you need to recruit new people for the male lead? I have sent their personal information to your email. In addition, all the supporting roles have been selected. As long as the male lead is selected,
Then we can start shooting. I contacted Director An at night and he will be ready at any time.】
Sheng Mian's computer had been turned off, so she had to get up again, turn it on and look at it again.
But she was probably too sleepy tonight, so she replied to Zhuang Wan.
[Go to bed early, tomorrow is the weekend, everyone has been working hard lately.]
【Okay, good night, Mr. Sheng.】
Sheng Mian put down her phone, her mind in chaos.
She had a dream about her wedding scene, but the groom was not Fu Yancheng, and she knew in her heart who it was.
Her palms were sweaty and she felt uneasy.
There were flowers, drinks, and blessings from people around everywhere.
The door to the wedding venue was pushed open, and Fu Yancheng and a group of bodyguards walked in from the outside.
He asked her, "Then who am I?"
"Mianmian, I really don't understand why everyone loves him."
He asked with red eyes, looking at her with a look of love and hate.
I woke up from my deep sleep with sweat on my forehead.
She turned on the light on the side and felt that the deep-seated pain in her dream extended outside the dream.
The moment the lights came on, the uneasiness finally dissipated a lot, but she couldn't sleep anymore.
She stood up and opened the window. The wind outside made her sober up.
How could I have such a dream? It's so ridiculous.
She raised her hand to rub the center of her brows, feeling that her head hurt, a terrible pain.
I haven't had a good rest recently, plus there are too many things going on at the company, so my spirit is very low.
After dawn, she still planned to go to the company.
But Rose Garden Real Estate contacted her at this time and said that she had been in arrears with property fees for two months.
Since her identity was exposed, Sheng Mian has almost never been to the rose garden. After she paid off the arrears of property fees, she entrusted the real estate agent to put the house up.
Since you are not going to live there, you might as well exchange it for cash.
What she didn't expect was that she got a call from the property management company in the afternoon, saying that someone wanted it and that he needed to sign it today because he had to work here.
"Ms. Sheng, are you convenient now? The buyer has changed her job and has been looking at houses in this community recently. However, there are currently no other owners in the community for sale. She likes your house very much."
Sheng Mian agreed without hesitation, immediately drove to the rose garden, and called a moving company to move all her belongings.
When he handed the key to the strange woman, her eyes were full of satisfaction.
"Thank you, thank you very much. I am worried that there is no owner to sell the house in this community. I wish you a happy life. I will move my furniture in right away."
This is the fastest transaction Sheng Mian has ever experienced.
But two hours later, just as she was about to sit down for dinner at Shanxiao, the property management company called her and said something had happened.
"Miss Sheng, come and see for yourself."
Sheng Mian frowned, thinking that the new owner had committed suicide in the room.
When I got there and took a look, I found that the woman who had been in high spirits in the afternoon was now sitting on the sofa crying. There were several police officers in the room.
Sheng Mian didn't know what happened yet, "What's wrong?"
The new owner glanced at her with anger on his face.
"I'm just telling you, how could someone sell their house so neatly? It turns out you have this idea. They are all women. You are really disgusting!"
Sheng Mian frowned, knowing that she was emotionally unstable now, so she looked at the police.
"What's wrong?"
The policeman pointed at the ceiling. Sheng Mian looked up and found that half of the ceiling wall had fallen off, and there were more than twenty cameras inside, densely packed like countless pairs of eyes.
Her scalp suddenly became numb and she took a few steps back in fright.
The policeman spoke from the side.
"This lady accidentally took down the chandelier when moving furniture. When she asked workers to install a new chandelier, the worker discovered that there was a camera on the wall of the chandelier. He smashed a small piece of the wall and found that the cameras were densely packed. Are you the last one?
If you are the owner, you should know what is going on, right?"
Sheng Mian was confused and felt so sick that she felt like vomiting.
There were so many cameras that she even felt like she was suffering from trypophobia. Who is it? Who is it?!
The police saw her condition and quickly brought her a glass of water.
But Sheng Mian couldn't drink it. In great panic, she ran directly to the bathroom and vomited it out.