MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 33

【The little girl who came to buy a cake today is so cute, so cute that I gave her an extra cake for free. 】

Let me be a commercial spy and steal other people's things. What is the difference between this and Chang Xingze, Xiang Ping and others? When Ning Shi made such a request, he didn't know whether to underestimate me or didn't understand me at all.

But this is really tricky.

Ning Shi said it nicely, let me think about it for two days, even if I don't agree with her, it will be fine. But she has my child in her hands, and she has quite a bit of my lifeline. If I **** her off and angered me, and if she hurt Youyou because of this, that's the last thing I want to see.

Song Bailao was moody and prejudiced against me. I asked him for help, not knowing whether he would believe me or whether he would care about me and his children. His reaction was like "Schrödinger's cat." There are thousands of possibilities, and the best one I can think of is that he completely trusts me, accepts that I have a seven-year-old child with me, and never stops. Shishou took Youyou back to take care of him. But such an idea is too idealistic, infinitely close to a daydream.

The worst, and the one I fear the most. Even if he neither believes in me nor cares about Youyou, then our father and son will probably die ugly.

Ning Shi said that the Zhu family is my backer, but in fact, I can't trust the Zhu family or Song Bailao.

After two days, the phone remained silent, and Ning Shi didn't look for me again. It seemed that this matter was my imagination from beginning to end.

Perhaps Ning Shi has learned my attitude from my silence for the past two days and voluntarily gave up this bad idea, or maybe...she has other plans.

And from my own experience, I always thought it was the latter.

"It's great that you can agree to the interview." The wavy beta woman smiled with pear eddies on each cheek, very cute and friendly, "I have always liked your work very much, I've been following you since a long time ago."

I took the business card she handed over and glanced at it, Internet We Media, Han Yin. I have heard of this name, but because I am not familiar with the self-media, I only stay in the "heard" stage.

After communicating with me about the main line of the interview, Han Yin took out the recording pen and entered the state very quickly and professionally.

"Then start the first question. Under what circumstances was 'Dragon Palace' designed?"

"Two years ago, when I was..." I explained the creative ideas and ideas of "Dragon Palace", including everything that happened in the competition two years ago, those anger, cold heart, and the helplessness after that Accept fate.

Han Yin listened quietly, with shock and indignation on her face from time to time: "Xiang Ping didn't even let you attend the funeral? Are you still human?"

"I don't understand why he is so hostile to me. Now that we are in such a mess, Master must be very sad." My mouth suddenly became bitter, "I am really an unworthy disciple. "

I have received a lot of grace from Master, but now, whether it is his son or his whole life, I can do nothing. It really doesn't get any worse than this.

Han Yin hurriedly tried to comfort me: "No, Master, his old man will definitely love you to death! You are a victim, people are sitting at home, and disasters come from heaven, this is all to blame You, is there any reason for this world?" She hesitated for a moment, then said with determination, "Actually, I've been following your live broadcast for two years, it's not polite, I've been following you since you arrived at Amber. What about beta? I don't think beta is necessarily worse than omega. It's ridiculous to use this as a criterion for plagiarism, and even more ridiculous to revoke your qualification certificate for this. I always believe that one day you will get back on your feet and start A brighter life."

I was a little stunned, watching her suddenly think of someone.

"Are you the 'Xiangyuan No Change'?"

This ID once was banned by the administrator for defending my heroic sacrifice in the amber space battle with fans of Black Fan and Chang Xingze for 300 rounds after I was caught out of the plagiarism scandal.

At the time, there were only a few people who believed in me, not to mention that the combat effectiveness was so overwhelming, it was really impressive and hard to forget.

"You remember me!" Han Yin grabbed my hand excitedly, "At that time I was really going to be **** off, and the group of villains would report me and hurt me if they couldn't make a noise. The account was banned, and even the IP was blocked for three months. After finally unblocking, I applied for it again. Now this account continues to follow you. I wanted to interview you for your topic before, but you got married again... "

Speaking of which, she sighed and pouted slightly, making the already round baby face even more tender.

She reminded me of Xiaozhu. When Master was around, Xiaozhu used to act like a spoiled child and pretend to be cute. Every time he made Master laugh, he couldn't be strict with her.

We also protested that Master treats male and female disciples differently and asked him to give an explanation. The master did not evade, he stood at a high place with a rolling pin, and at that time he held high and announced, "I am a woman who is less than a man!"

Thinking of this, I unconsciously smiled: "Thank you."

She paused for a while, then covered her chest and stared at me with wide eyes: "You look good when you smile!" After speaking, she quickly took out the camera she brought, " Take a portrait, I'll do the interview with pictures."

I became nervous, and the corners of my mouth were cramping: "Is this...is this okay?"

She said "OK" behind the camera: "Perfect! If you show your face earlier, maybe more people will become your diehard fans?"

"Deadly fan?" I'm a little unfamiliar with the term.

..." She added in a low voice, "And Yanfen."

She put down the camera, looked at the screen, nodded and said to herself with great satisfaction: "Ah, this one is good... Wow, this one looks good..."

He giggled while talking, how could he still have the restraint and restraint at the beginning.

She looked up and saw me looking at her, she seemed a little embarrassed and blushed.

"I'm actually your fangirl..." She scratched her head, leaned over, and showed me the photo she took, "Can you take a look?"

The camera image was sharp and captured my stiff expression perfectly.

I glanced at it and looked away: "Cough, it's good."

She happily put away the camera, and then asked a few more questions.

"Next, my personal question."

I saw her serious face and the smile on her face faded, so I couldn't help sitting up straight.

"You ask."

She slammed my hand again and raised it to her chest: "Will you divorce?"

I looked at her for a long time and didn't respond. I always wondered if I had hallucinations just now, and I heard other words as "divorce".

"Uh, you..." I wanted her to say it again, but there was a noise outside the living room, in the direction of the foyer.

I turned my head reflexively and saw Song Bailao holding Song Mo in his arms, walking in slowly from outside, his eyes fell on me and Han Yin.

I also looked over and saw a hand tightly held.

"..." I realized something was wrong, and let go of my hand suddenly, obviously not doing anything, but with a guilty conscience, I dared not look directly at Song Bailao.

"You have quite a lot of guests." His eyes seemed to have a layer of frost, not too cold, but very cool.

In front of the strong alpha, even if she jumped out of the way, Han Yin obediently put her hands and feet away, and stood up cautiously and bowed slightly to Song Bailao.

"Hello, I'm Han Yin, it's... I'm here to interview Ning Yu's online self-media."

Song Bailao glanced at her casually, not caring who she was.

"Are you okay?"

Han Yin was stunned for a moment, but he was half a reporter anyway, so there was always a wink. She immediately took her things and said hurriedly: "No, no, I'll go now!"

Going behind Song Bailao, he secretly made a "phone call" gesture at me.

I haven't made a statement yet, Song Bailao looked back with a gloomy face as if he felt something. Han Yin smeared oil on the soles of his feet a second before he completely turned around and slipped quickly.

I ran away in trouble, I crushed my toes, and I wanted to run.

"Take the young master to play." Song Bailao handed Song Mo over to the servant, and shot me with a knife, "Come with me."

I swallowed 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 my newly learned vocabulary, "die fan."

He frowned even more: "In the future, you are not allowed to call anyone into the house without my consent."

After losing the right to make friends, I lost the right to meet guests again. However, this is his house, his home, and he has the final say.

I stared at my toes, and said "Oh" in a low voice: "Okay, I will change to meet guests outside."

I heard footsteps on the carpet, and soon, a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in my field of vision.

"Are you trying to make me angry on purpose?" Song Bai grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him with a bad expression, "Men and women, don't let me go. What exactly do you want to do?"

I looked at him blankly, not understanding what he meant.

We were so close, our chests were almost touching. My wrist hurt a little, I struggled and said, "Let go of me first, I'll just listen to you."

I put my other hand on his chest, trying to distance himself. He sensed my intention and suddenly increased his strength. The pain in the back of his neck and wrist made me suffocate.

What am I like?

He bit my lower lip and kissed me fiercely as if he was going to eat me.

The five fingers resting on the chest slowly tightened, from resisting to grasping. His attack was so fast that I couldn't resist, and I was gradually defeated, and I couldn't breathe.

"Um..." I was speechless and had to make a series of meaningless syllables to show weakness.

He let go of me, and when he left, he finally licked the corner of my lips, causing a tingling pain, which must have caused him to bite again.

My chest was visibly heaving up and down, breathing heavily.

"Take away your ability to attract bees and butterflies." He wiped the fluid from my lips and said politely, "If I find you messing around behind my back, I will not I'll let you go."

He rudely rubbed the wound on the corner of my lips: "Remember your identity."

I hissed in pain.

What is he talking about? What attracts bees and butterflies, what is chaos?

Has he started to use his imagination again, thinking that I am not only a scheming, but also a seductive fox?

There is something wrong.

I can always scold him in my heart, but when I say it out loud, it's not like that.

"I won't." I said obediently, "Don't worry, I know that I am 'Mrs. Song', and I know who I belong to."

He squinted and asked, "Who?"

I sighed inwardly.

"You."