Old Injury

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 thing is really tricky.

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

On the other hand, Song Bai Lao was moody and had a deep prejudice against me. I turned to 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, the best one I can think of is that he completely trusts me, accepts the fact of having a seven-year-old child with me, and learns from Ning Shi, take Youyou back to take care of. 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 Bai Lao.

Two days later, the phone remained silent, and Ning Shi didn’t look for me again. It seemed like this was all my imagination from beginning to end.

Maybe 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 given my own experience, I always think it’s probably 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, and I have been following you since a long time ago.”

I took a look at the business card she handed over, 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 let’s start with 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 the competition two years ago. Everything that happened in the past, those anger, cold hearts, and the helplessness that followed.

Han Yin listened quietly, with shock and indignation on his face from time to time: “Xiang Ping didn’t even let you attend the funeral? Is he still a human?”

“I don’t understand why he is so hostile to me, and now we have a quarrel. In this way, Master must be very sad.” My mouth suddenly became bitter, “I’m really unworthy of a disciple.”

I have received a lot of kindness from Master, but now whether it’s his son or his whole life, I can’t do anything. It really doesn’t get any worse than this.

Han Yin hurriedly comforted me: “No, Master, his old man will definitely feel sorry for you when he finds out! You are a victim, people are sitting at home, and disasters come from the sky, this is all not your fault, is there any justice in 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, but I’ve been following you since you arrived at Amber. What’s wrong with Beta? It must be worse than an Omega. It is ridiculous to use this as a criterion for plagiarism, and it is even more ridiculous to revoke your qualification certificate for this. I have always believed that one day you will get back on your feet and start a more dazzling life.

In a daze, looking at her, I suddenly thought of a person in my heart.

“Are you ‘XiangYin Zuan Qi’?”

This ID once was banned by the administrator for defending my heroic sacrifice in the three-hundred rounds of the Amber Space battle with Hei Fan and Chang Xingze’s fans after I was caught out of the plagiarism scandal.

After all, there were only a few people who believed in me at that time, 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, “I was really pissed off at that time, and the group of villains couldn’t make a noise, so they reported me, and my account was banned, and even my IP was blocked. It’s been blocked for three months. After finally unblocking, I applied again. Now this trumpet continues to follow you. I wanted to interview you for your topic before, but you got married…”

She sighed when she said that. With a sigh, he pouted slightly, making the already round baby face appear more tender.

She reminded me of Xiao Zhu. In the past, when Master was around, Xiao Zhu 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 have also protested that Master treats male and female disciples differently and asked him to give an explanation. Master did not evade. He stood on a high place with a rolling pin, and at that time he held up and announced, “I value women over men!”

Thinking of this, I unconsciously smiled: “Thank you.”

She paused, then She 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, the corners of my mouth are 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 die-hard fans? ”

A diehard fan?” I’m a little unfamiliar with this term.

Han Yin kept the shutter and continued: “I really like your very loyal fans. I recently set up a fan group dedicated to you, and there are all your die-hard fans…” She added in a low voice “And Yanfen.”

She put down the camera, looked at the screen, nodding her head in satisfaction and saying to herself, “Ah, this is a good one… wow, this one looks good too… ”

She said while laughing, that look, how can there be 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 at it?”

The camera image was clear and completely captured my stiff expression.

I glanced at it and looked away: “Cough, it’s good.”

She happily put away the camera, and then asked a few more questions, thinking that the content was almost the same, so she put away the recorder.

“Next, it’s my personal problem.”

Seeing her serious face, the smile on her face faded, I couldn’t help sitting up straight.

“You ask.”

She slammed my hand again and raised it to her chest: “Are you going to get a divorce?”

I looked at her for a long time and didn’t respond. I always wondered if I was hallucinating just now, and I listened to other words “divorce”.

“Uh, you…” I wanted her to say it again, but there was a noise outside the living room, but in the direction of the hall.

I turned my head to look reflexively, and saw Song Bai Lao holding Song Mo in his arms, walking in slowly from the 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 let go of my hand suddenly, obviously not doing anything, but with a guilty conscience, I couldn’t even look directly at Song Bai Lao.

“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 powerful Alpha, Han Yin, who jumped out of the way, obediently put aside his hands and feet, stood up prudently and bowed slightly to Song Bai Lao.

“Hello, I’m Han Yin, it’s… an online we-media who came to interview Ning Yu.”

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

“Is there anything else you can do?”

Han Yin was startled, 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!”

Walking behind Song Bai Lao, he secretly made a gesture of “call me” at me.

Before I could say anything, Song Bai Lao 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 got into trouble and, I crushed my toes, and I wanted to run away.

“Take the young master to play.” Song Bai Lao handed Song Mo to the servant beside him, 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 my…” I explained to him, using newly learned vocabulary, “die loyal fan.”

His brows became even tighter: “In the future, you are not allowed to call anyone into your house without my consent.”

After losing the right to make friends again, 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.”

The sound of footsteps stomping on the carpet sounded in my ears, and soon, a pair of bright lights appeared in my field of vision. leather shoes.

“Are you trying to make me angry on purpose?” Song Bai grabbed my wrist sluggishly and pulled me towards him with a bad expression, “Men and women, I don’t let you go, what are you trying to do?”

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

We were so close that 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.”

He pressed my stamina, not too heavy, but not too light, that feeling was very lame, as if he was about to break my neck in the next moment.

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 my neck and wrist made me suffocate.

“Look at your appearance…” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes gradually darkened, and the sound disappeared in the movement of leaning down.

What am I like?

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

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

“Umm…” I was speechless and had to make a series of meaningless syllables to show weakness.

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

My chest was heaving up and down, breathing heavily.

“Take away your ability to attract bees and butterflies.” He wiped the fluid from my lips and said bluntly, “If I find you messing around behind my back, I will definitely not let you go.”

He was rude, rubbing the wound on the corner of my lips: “Remember your identity.”

I hissed in pain.

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

Did he start to use his imagination again, thinking that I was not only a scheming, but also a seductive coquette?

It’s really wrong.

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

“I won’t.” I said obediently, “Don’t worry, I know that I am ‘Mrs. Song’, and I know who I belong to.”

He narrowed his eyes and asked knowingly, “Who?”

I sighed inwardly.

“You.”