Ji Qingzhou crossed into a book of dog blood scum and abuse. There were two choices in front of him. A: Choose the genuine slag Gong in the original book, and start a sadistic romance with Fang Yaoxuan filled with abusive love and his mother dying. B: Choose the cannon fodder Villain, Chu Cheng, and get rid of the slag Gong. Ji Qingzhou said nothing and chose B. Chu Cheng, a distinguished young man, had been the head of a popular company since he was young. He had seen many beauties in the entertainment circle, but he was fond of Ji Qingzhou. A friend asked him, “Do you like this little star?” Chu Cheng shook his head. “No, just playing with him.” Outside the door, Ji Qingzhou nodded. Yes, that was what the book said. A few months later Ji Qingzhou answered the phone and walked back, overhearing someone saying, “Ji Qingzhou? Oh, Chu Cheng is just playing with him. When he has played enough, he can be shared. “ Ji Qingzhou was ready to nod, but heard Chu Cheng’s furious reply: “Nonsense! Which bastard told you! He doesn’t know that he will be kicked by a horse if he disturbs a marriage! “ Ji Qingzhou: ??? No! That’s not what the book said!