Mica will be on set in August to shoot “Ha el corpse”, so she came to say hello to Nico.


    The door to the Moon Lake vi was open, no one was downstairs, and Mica called out to him while changing her shoes, “Mr. Nico?”.


    No one answered him, and when Mica entered, she saw an open letter on the living room table.


    A twinkle in her eye.


    The envelope was addressed to Dario Cepeda.


    Before Mica could react to what was happening, upstairs, Nico hade downstairs in faith.


    The feeling of having her heart poking out was ufortable and Mica asked, “Mr. Nico, my letter, why do you have it?”


    Nico scoffed, “Shouldn’t you exin to me why you are still in contact with that man?”.


    “I have not been in contact with Dario Cepeda. ”


    No, how does Nico know about Dario Cepeda?


    Mica took a deep breath and frowned as she asked, “Mr. Nico, did you investigate me?”


    “Shouldn’t he investigate you? Mica, what do you think you are to me that it is unreasonable for me to investigate you?”


    Mica was irritated by Nico’s aggressive rhetoric, “Mr. Nico should investigate me, but what about opening my letters?” she asked.


    Nico’s eyes were dark, and as he approached her, he picked up the letter in her hand and sneered, “Sleeping with a consortium while writing letters to your ex-boyfriend abroad, Mica, you’re quite capable!”


    Nico threw the letter in her face.


    Mica tilted her head slightly and the letter fell at her feet.


    Mica closed her eyes and sank her breath, “I have no correspondence with Dario Cepeda, I don’t know why he sent me a letter.”


    “Happy birthday to you.” Nico teased her, “Pick it up and look at it, there’s a nice postcard in there that would be nice to treasure.”


    Mica swallowed saliva, Nico’s words were sarcastic and tantly distrustful of her.


    Without much ado, Mica bent down and picked up the letter, cupping it in her hand.


    Nico turned his back to her and didn’t look at her again, instead picking up a dart to the side and firing it through the world map, hitting it hard, firmly and urately.


    It’s as if that world map, was Mica.


    Mica looked at him and pursed her lips, “Mr. Nico, I’vee to see you to tell you that I’ming on set to shoot a scene for Imperial. ”


    Nico grimaced, darts in hand shooting at the wall, not giving a word in response.


    Mica clenched the letter in her hand and said no more than, “Mr. Nico, I’m leaving.”


    Mica turned and left the vi.


    As soon as she left, Nico kicked the chair.


    Get lost, why did youe to say hello?


    That letter, it’s a damn find, it’s a real treasure.


    Maniption.


    Nico had a scandal with an actress that night.


    The other party is a model, 5’7″, tall, long-legged and buxom, with a body no worse than Mica’s. They walked into the World Trade International Hotel, at the Global Gateway, embracing.


    When Mica saw this trending post, she was in a scene she had been in several times and the director asked her to find her emotions again.


    Inexplicably, the mind chafes more.


    Pastora Apostol, who is a well-informed person, sent this hot melon to Mica immediately.


    “Fuck, Mica, is the guy in this scandal Nico, am I seeing things right?”


    Mica: “… no you don’t.”


    After all the times she’s been intimate with Nico, and all the times she’s had sex with him, Mica is still able to identify the man in the photo with unmistakable uracy in the high quality of the image.


    “I can’t believe it’s … really. I didn’t believe the spection of some of the big breakers, but it turns out it’s actually Nico…”


    The actress, Melita, has a great sense of style and camera, and has made a sessful transition from modeling to acting.


    Mica thought it was an eyesore.


    Here, the director called Mica to shoot the scene: “It’s on! It’s on!”


    Before hanging up the phone, Mica found Nico’s Facebook. Last time, Nico had deleted her, but the two had reconciled and added her again.


    This time, however, Mica wanted to go ahead, not wanting to wait for the man to say the words first.


    …


    On this end, after sending someone from Little Wave’s top brass to do the job, she called Nico to inform him of the results, “Mr. Nico, what you ordered, has been fixed, the hot search is well done.”


    Nico scanned the Twitter buzz: Melita and the mystery man entering and leaving the hotel.


    When clicked, the blurb says: The mystery man is suspected to be the president of Amengual Group.


    Nico’s thin lips curved slightly as he congratted the small wave of upper management, “Well done.”


    After hanging up the phone, a message from Nico popped up, Facebook messages.


    “Mr. Nico, break it up.”


    It’s a message from Mica.


    Nico was reckless, thinking she was jealous, not realizing she was working, raised an eyebrow and edited a Facebook message to send it, “Jealousy makes people ugly.”


    She said she wouldn’t be jealous, and now she didn’t just get pped.


    Nico is secretly happy.


    But as soon as the message was sent, Facebook said the person had rejected his message.


    Nico: “…”


    Maniption.


    Mica swooned at him.


    Nico’s face,pletely ckened.


    He smashed another phone.


    …


    Mica spent the night of her birthday on the set.


    She’s not in the habit of celebrating birthdays, but the crew had to give her one.


    So that night, that Twitter ount, Mica is Mica, retweeted a greeting and a photo of the cast.


    Nico crawled on Twitter and hated it when he saw this retweet of hers.


    In the photo, Mica is surrounded by the crew, wearing a birthday hat and a bit of cake cream wiped on the tip of her nose, smiling happily like a princess in front of the camera.


    One foot he pulls the plug on his wife and the next heughs so mercilessly.


    Nico coldly scolded, “Little white-eyed wolf.”


    Nico doesn’t have his own official Twitter ount, but he felt like going toment on one, so he signed up for a bot number.


    The Twitter name of that bot number, a string of characters, abcdefg222, follows Mica’s Twitter and just one of her.


    And then, he posted the first Twitterment of Nico’s life.


    abcdefg222mented on the tweet, “Ugly people eating cake.”


    …This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    In the evening, Mica returned to the hotel to rest after her birthday on set.


    After showering, Mica took to scrolling through Twitter feeds.


    She has just made her debut and all the dramas she has done are not yet on air. She doesn’t have many followers, little more than 50. 000, and a big part of them are still fans of Salomon Olivo and the female lead who followed her toe and rebuke her when she did Top of the Clouds as the third female.


    Because in that drama, the third female was so bad that she ruined the rtionship between the hero and heroine, it is not too much to say that the third female was a bitch in the eyes of the readers of that novel.


    Thus, during the filming days of “Top of the Clouds,” she was no less scolded by fans on both the male and female sides.


    With over 50. 000 followers, there are very few people who are really fans of her, except for most of the zombie fans, and theizens whoe to scold her.


    Nor are there manyments, barely a few dozen.


    Mica has turned abcdefg222’sment around in one breath.


    “Ugly people eating cake?”


    Mica couldn’t figure out what it meant and casually wrote a “…” in response to thement.


    Around here, Nicoy back on his bed and returned the question with an expressionless face, “Happy birthday.”


    When Mica saw this message, she was speechless, smiling helplessly and shaking her head, today’sizens can’t tell friend from foe.


    One minute calling her ugly and the next wishing her a happy birthday.


    What a twist.


    Twisted like Nico.


    Nico is the kind of guy that if he made a statement on the inte, no one would be able to tear him apart, even without a dog head to save his life.


    But when I think of Nico … Mica suddenly can’tugh.


    As she was packing her suitcase, she looked again at the letter Dario Cepeda had given her.


    She hadn’t really had a chance to see it, and after going to say goodbye to Nico, she put it in her suitcase and followed the crew to the airport.


    Mica pulled out the letter and sat down on the bed to read it.


    The postcard showed London Bridge, Ennd, in all its grandeur.


    And on the back of the postcard, in Dario Cepeda’s familiar handwriting, was a single scrawl: “Mica, happy birthday.”


    This postcard, which Dario Cepeda has sent to The Matamoros family every year on her birthday since the breakup.


    Mica, however, never gave any response, received, or just received, and ignored it.


    If you really cared about her, how could you not call her.


    If you really missed her, why didn’t you go back to see her once?


    Some people’s deep love is nothing but a trick of self-deception.


    Mica took the letter and threw it in the trash.


    Resolved.


    …


    Corpse Talk was filmed in one take, over two months.


    The city in which Corpse Talk was shot was Imperial, and Mica stayed there for two months as the female lead.


    It was summer in The Holy City by the time casting waspleted and Mica returned to The Holy City.


    Within days of returning to school, the seven-day National Holiday vacation began.


    Mica brought the grandmother from Ciudad de L to stay a few days in the city.


    At night, Mica sleeps in the same bed as her grandmother.


    Grandma found a pair of ck men’s underwear in the closet, she couldn’t say it explicitly, but she told Mica in a serious tone, “Mica, Grandma knows that you can make a lot of money from filming now, but the entertainment industry is very chaotic, you must keep yourself in line and not go down the wrong path, do you understand?”


    Mica smiled yfully and hugged her grandmother, “Grandma, why don’t you believe me yet?”


    “I believe it, I believe it, I know you are a good boy, but nowadays there are so many temptations in society, grandma is also afraid that you will go astray, be aware of yourself. Grandma is old and can’t help you in anything. You are alone, a girl, be careful with people, don’t be fooled.”


    Mica said jokingly, “Grandma, I know, I’m lying to people a lot.”


    After saying this, Mica kissed Malia Monica on the cheek in an affectionate pout.


    Malia Monica couldn’t help but reach out and caress her hand, “Like a child,e on,e on, go to bed, I’m sleepy too.”


    At first, Mica wanted to stay in the city for a while longer, but after a few days she got an announcement.


    Malia Monica told her to make an effort and not to forget about her studies, and toe back to see her when New Year’s Eve came around.


    In the second half of the year, Mica took on another y, picked up in a supporting role due to the heat of the Corpse Speaks premiere.


    Satisfied, and busy.


    The second half of the year went by very fast and was so busy that one was not in the mood to think about anything else either.


    At the end of December, Mica finished her year of work and met up with Pastora Apostol to spend New Year’s Eve together.


    Pastora Apostol has somehow gotten hold of Salomon Olivo’s secret whereabouts and says she is going to meet him tonight, dragging Mica with her into the madness.


    Mica has Solomon Olivo’s Facebook, but she hasn’t said anything privately.


    After all, she was a minor level 18 star and didn’t dare to easily approach a big star like Salomon Olivo to talk to her.


    Pastora Apostol kindly bribed two waiters to help them with their shifts and grabbed two sets of waiter’s clothes, one to throw at Mica.


    “It’s Solomon Olivo’s 26th birthday and Solomon Olivo is going to spend it with his friends at 888, so we’ll pretend to be waiters and pass out the drinks, and I’ll take advantage of his good mood to take a picture with him and get an autograph!”


    Pastora Apostol dreamed wonderfully and smiled, “I have such a good n!”


    Mica had just been in a scene with Solomon Olivo and asked worriedly, “Solomon Olivo won’t recognize me, will he?”


    “You’ve just been in a scene with him for a month, and the room is so dimly lit, you’re behind me with your head down, he’ll never know you, so when the mission is over, we’ll both retire and then go to the City of Night to eat French food and watch fireworks on New Year’s Eve.”


    When Mica heard Pastora Apostol’sment, she thought she was right, and that Solomon Olivo was probably too forgetful to remember her.


    But Mica forgot that among Solomon Olivo’s friends was a guy named Nico.