[the little girl who came to buy the cake today is so cute, so cute that i gave her an extra piece of cake for free.] 】
let me be a commercial spy and steal other people's things, so what is the difference between this and chang xingze and xiang pingzhi? when ning shi made such a request, she didn't know whether to say that she despised me too much or whether she didn't understand me at all.
but it's really tricky.
ning shi said it nicely, let me think about it for two days, even if i don't agree with her, it won't be good. but she had my child in her hand, and she pinched my lifeblood. if i anger her, if it is a small matter to anger me, if she hurts youyou for this, it is the last thing i want to see.
song bailao was moody and prejudiced against me, and i asked him for help, neither knowing whether he would believe me or whether he would care about me and his children. his reaction was like "schrödinger's cat", there were thousands of possibilities, and the best i could think of was that he trusted me completely, gladly accepted the fact that he had a seven-year-old child with me, and took youyou back from ning shi to take care of him. but such an idea is too idealistic, infinitely close to daydreaming.
the worst, and the one i'm most worried about, is the kind of ending. even if he didn't believe me or care about youyou, then our father and son would probably die ugly.
ning shi said that the zhu family was my backer, but in fact, whether it was the zhu family or song bailao, i couldn't rely on it.
after two days, the mobile phone was always quiet, ning shi did not look for me again, this matter seemed to be my imagination from beginning to end.
maybe ning shi has learned my attitude from my silence for two days and consciously gave up this bad idea, or maybe... she had other plans.
and given my own experience, i always feel that it is most likely the latter.
"it's great that you can agree with the interview." the beta woman with the hot wave roll smiled and had a pear swirl on each cheek, very cute and affinity, "i have always liked your work very much, and i have been following you since a long time ago." "
i took the business card she handed over and looked at it, online self-media, han yin. i have heard of this name, but because i am not familiar with the self-media, i only stay in the "listening and speaking" stage.
after communicating with me about the main line of the interview, han yin took out his voice recorder and entered the state very quickly and professionally.
"then let's start with the first question." under what circumstances was the dragon palace designed? "
"two years ago, i was then..." i put forward the creative ideas and ideas of "dragon palace", including everything that happened at the competition two years ago, those angers, cold hearts, and the helpless confession after that.
han yin listened quietly, and from time to time his face showed shock and indignation: "xiang ping didn't even let you attend the funeral?" still human? "
"i don't understand why he has such a great hostility toward me, and now that we've made such a fuss, master must be very sad." i suddenly felt bitter in my mouth, "i'm really not a disciple." "
i have received a lot of favors from master, but now neither his son nor his life's hard work, i can do anything about it. there really isn't a bad feeling.
han yin hurriedly comforted me: "no, master, his old man will definitely die of heartache when he knows!" you are a victim, people sit in their homes, disasters come from heaven, this must be blamed on you, is there still a natural reason in this world? she hesitated for a moment, made up her mind and said, "actually, i have been following your live broadcast for two years, not politely, really since you arrived at amber, i have been following you and looking forward to you." what's wrong with beta? i don't think beta has to be worse than omega. it's ridiculous to use this as a criterion for whether there is plagiarism, and it's even more ridiculous to revoke your credentials for this reason. i've always believed that you'll one day pick yourself up again and start a more dazzling life. "
i was a little stunned, watching her suddenly blessed to the point that my heart thought of someone.
"are you 'the country tone has not changed'?"
THIS ID WAS ONCE BANNED BY THE ADMINISTRATOR AFTER I WAS PULLED OUT OF THE PLAGIARISM SCANDAL, BECAUSE OF THE HEROIC SACRIFICE OF DEFENDING ME AND BLACK POWDER AND CHANG XINGZE FANS IN THE AMBER SPACE BATTLE FOR THREE HUNDRED ROUNDS.
at that time, i believed that i was a minority after all, not to mention that the combat effectiveness was so explosive, it was really impressive, and it was difficult to forget.
"YOU REMEMBER ME!" HAN YIN EXCITEDLY GRASPED MY HAND, "AT THAT TIME, I WAS REALLY GOING TO DIE OF ANGER, AND THE GROUP OF VILLAINS COULD NOT ARGUE WITH ME, AND I REPORTED IT, AND MY NUMBER WAS BANNED, AND EVEN THE IP WAS BLOCKED FOR THREE MONTHS." AFTER I UNSEALED IT SO HARD, I APPLIED AGAIN FOR THE CURRENT TRUMPET TO CONTINUE TO PAY ATTENTION TO YOU, AND I ORIGINALLY WANTED TO INTERVIEW YOU TO DO YOUR SPECIAL TOPIC, BUT YOU GOT MARRIED AGAIN..."
at this point, she sighed and pouted slightly, making the already rounded baby's face look more and more tender.
she made me think of xiaozhu, when master was there before, xiaozhu often pretended to be cute like this, and every time he made master laugh and couldn't be strict with her.
we also protested against the master's differential treatment of male and female disciples and asked him to give an explanation. the master did not shy away, and stood on a high place with a rolling pin, and at that time he held aloft and announced, "i am a woman over a man!" "
thinking of this, i unconsciously smiled: "thank you." "
she paused, then covered her chest and stared at me with wide eyes: "you smile so much!" after saying that, she quickly took out the camera she had brought, "take a portrait, i will do the interview with the picture." "
i tensed up and the corners of my mouth cramped: "this... is this ok? "
SHE COMPARES AN "OK" BEHIND THE CAMERA: "PERFECT! IF YOU WANT TO SHOW YOUR FACE EARLY, MAYBE MORE PEOPLE WILL BECOME YOUR DIE-HARD FANS? "
"die-hard fans?" i'm a little unfamiliar with the word.
han yin shutter non-stop, connected into one: "is particularly particularly like your particularly loyal fans, i recently set up a fan group dedicated to you oh, which are all your die-hard fans..." she added in a low voice, "and yan powder." "
she put down the camera, looked at the screen, nodded her head with satisfaction and said to herself, "ah, this one is good... wow this one looks so good..."
giggling and laughing, that look, even if there is restraint at the beginning.
as soon as she looked up, she saw me looking at her, and seemed a little embarrassed, and her face turned red.
"i'm actually your fan sister..." she scratched her head, leaned over, and showed me the picture she had taken. "
the camera imaged clearly, completely capturing my stiff expression in place.
i took one look and withdrew my gaze: "cough, it's fine." "
she happily put away the camera, and then asked a few more questions, thinking that the content was almost over, so she put away the voice recorder.
"next, it's my personal question."
i saw her face full of seriousness, the smile on her face faded, and i couldn't help but sit up straight.
"you ask."
she jerked my hand again and raised it to her chest: "will you get a divorce?" "
i watched her for half a day without reacting, and i always felt that i had just hallucinated, and heard other words as "divorce".
"uh, you...", i wanted her to say it again, and outside the reception, there was a noise in the direction of the foyer.
i reflexively turned my head to look at it, only to see song bailao holding song mo in his arms, slowly walking in from outside, and his eyes fell on me and han yin.
i also looked over and saw a hand that was tightly held.
i realized that something was wrong, and suddenly released my hand, obviously not doing anything, but i didn't dare to look directly at song bailao.
"you have a lot of guests." his gaze was like a layer of frost, not too cold, but very cold.
in front of the strong alpha, even if he jumped out of han yin, he obediently put his hands and feet at this time, and stood up modestly and bowed slightly to song bailao.
"hello, i'm han yin, yes... it is to interview ning yu's online self-media. "
song bailao glanced at her carelessly, not caring who she really was.
"are you okay?"
han yin was scared, and the good guy was also half a reporter, and this look was always there. she immediately took her things and said busily, "it's gone, i'll go!" "
walking behind song bailao, he secretly made a "phone contact" gesture to me.
before i could say anything, song bailao felt something, and looked back with a somber face. han yin greased the soles of his feet a second before he completely turned around, slipping fast.
i crushed my toes and tried to run.
"take the little young master to play." song bailao handed song mo to the servant on the side, and the eye knife shot at me one by one, "you come up with me." "
i swallowed my spit and followed him upstairs and into the room.
he heard the door closing and turned around with a cold face.
"she, she's mine..." i explained to him, using the newly learned vocabulary, "die-hard fans." "
his brow furrowed even tighter: "in the future, without my consent, i am not allowed to call people to the house at will." "
after losing the right to make friends again, i lost the right to meet again. however, it was his house his home, he said.
i stared at my toes and whispered "oh," "okay, i'll go outside to meet the guests." "
i heard footsteps pounding on the carpet, and soon a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in my field of vision.
"are you trying to make me angry?" song bai grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him, looking unhappy, "man, woman, you don't let go, what do you really want to do?" "
i looked at him blankly, not understanding what he meant.
we were close together, our chests almost pressed together. my wrist hurt a little, and i struggled and said, "you let go of me first, and i'll listen to you." "
as soon as he pressed my back, the force was not heavy, but it was not light, and the feeling was very maddening, as if he was going to break his neck in the next moment.
i put my other hand on his chest, trying to pull away. sensing my intentions, he suddenly increased the strength of his hand, and both the back of his neck and his wrist hurt so much that my breathing was suffocated.
"look at the way you look..." he gritted his teeth as his eyes darkened, and the tail note disappeared into the movement of leaning down.
what the hell am i like?
he bit my lower lip and kissed me fiercely as if he were going to tear me apart and eat me into his stomach.
the five fingers against the chest slowly tightened, changing from resisting to grasping. he attacked so fast that i couldn't resist, and i was gradually defeated and couldn't breathe.
"well..." i could not speak, but uttered a series of meaningless syllables to show weakness.
he let go of me and licked the corners of my lips at the end as he left, causing a tingling pain that must have made him bite through the skin again.
my chest rose and fell visibly, breathing heavily.
"collect your ability to attract bees and butterflies." he wiped the liquid from my lips and said unceremoniously, "if i find you messing around with me on my back, i will not let you go."
he rudely rubbed the wound at the corner of my lips: "remember your identity." "
i hissed in pain.
what the hell is he talking about? what attracts bees and butterflies, and what chaos comes?
did he start to use his imagination again, thinking that i was not only deep-minded, but also a fox charmer who seduced people everywhere?
something's wrong with it.
i was always able to scold him in my heart, but when i said it, it wasn't like that.
"i won't." i obediently said, "you can rest assured, i know that i am 'mrs. song', and i know who i belong to." "
he squinted and knowingly asked, "who?" "
i sighed inside.
"you."