Black Moonlight's vest fell again

As soon as the wind blew, she felt that her hair was gradually becoming clumps.The face gradually became tense, the eyelashes became thicker and thicker, and it was almost impossible to open them, and it was difficult to make expressions.

She read the lines tremblingly, and the next second, the actor grabbed her head and pushed her head into the paste bucket!

But the director hadn't stopped yet. After she struggled out of the paste bucket, she was kicked on the lower back by the actor again. She gasped in pain. This man did it on purpose. The place where he kicked happened to be just ever location!

Ning Yiyuan fell heavily on the ground, her whole body ached, and what hurt even more was the shame in her heart.

That night, when she returned to the hotel, she cried and washed her hair for a long time, before washing the hair that was sticky with paste.After lying on the bed for an hour, I was suddenly notified to shoot the scene in the early morning.

After going through such torment for a period of time, her part in the scene finally came to an end.

That night, Song Shiren sent her a message: "A big producer is coming tonight, let's have dinner together."

After a while, there was another message: "Dress nicely."

Ning Yiyuan's heart became active again.

Is this to introduce resources to yourself?
She feels better.

With Chen Liyuan not around, she didn't have to deliberately imitate Rong Zhi's dress, and she went back to her favorite sweet style, a white shirt, a long pink skirt, and a belt in the middle to outline a thin waist.

Who knows, Song Shiren was very dissatisfied.

"What are you wearing?" He rolled his eyes around her as if looking at a commodity, and his face sank, "Ask Lao Zhang to take her to buy clothes."

Lao Zhang is a swaying middle-aged and elderly woman. Ning Yiyuan talked with her a few words and found that she was actually Song Shiren's subordinate——

Mama-san?
Ning Yiyuan felt like throwing up at the time, but she compromised and let this woman buy a sexy skirt for herself.

Tight bandage styles, deep V, ultra-short, and sky-high heels.

When it was time for dinner, this feeling of discomfort intensified.

She was dressed in the supple black long straight that Song Shiren arranged for someone to make, and she listened to Song Shiren's emphasis:
"only!"

"Really?"

"Really! She is very young, really only!"

"You lied to me!"

"I didn't lie to you! Look at the child's skin, it's just grown up!"

After finishing speaking, Song Shiren stretched out his hand, pinched Ning Yiyuan's face twice, and introduced it to everyone, as if he was helping someone choose a suitable donkey.

A group of oily-faced men with beer bellies began to make noises, and then drunkenly struck up a conversation with Ning Yiyuan, both inside and outside the words were inseparable from age.

"Miss Song, are you serious?"

"Pure, really pure..."

Ning Yiyuan felt like throwing up again.

When she arrived at the private club at night, she sang surrounded by a group of old men, and a man with a higher status and an older age came, and Ning Yiyuan was asked to sit beside him.

The atmosphere in the private room reached a climax. Suddenly, the door opened, and Lao Zhang twisted his body and walked in, with a group of Yingying and Yanyan behind him.

Lao Zhang first sang a song for everyone, and then every Yingying and Yanyan sat beside the guests with a microphone in their hands.

Ning Yiyuan was extremely uncomfortable, her face flushed red, tears rolled in her eyes.

What have you been treated as?

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Song Shiren stood up.

"Cancan, you can socialize with your uncles and uncles, and I'll leave first."

Ning Yiyuan panicked and ran out following Song Shiren: "Song... Dong Song!"

Song Shiren stood in the shadow of the corridor and turned his head. The ruby ​​cuff on his sleeve was illuminated by the light, and the light flickered little by little, which hurt Ning Yiyuan's eyes.

"You can't, you can't...I..."

Song Shiren interrupted her impatiently: "You don't want to?"

Ning Yiyuan said in a low voice: "I'm not..."

"Then you have no resources." Song Shiren said indifferently, "Is there anything else?"

Ning Yiyuan's calf trembled twice: "It's gone."

Song Shiren turned around and left, Ning Yiyuan trotted after him.

Sure enough, she had no resources left.

After squatting at home for a while, Ning Yiyuan was finally forced to collapse by this feeling of "as if abandoned by the world". She took the initiative to pick up her mobile phone and contact her manager: "Brother, have you been entertained recently?"

The manager was annoyed: "Hey, miss, you took the face of Song Dong before, but now you want to take it easy, but you don't like this opportunity, some people are robbing it!"

"Who do you think you are? All good opportunities are reserved for you? Go as soon as you say, go as soon as you say?"

Ning Yiyuan was so scolded that she clenched her phone tightly, her knuckles turned white, and said in a low voice, "Brother, I was wrong, look, please tell Song Dong for me..."

After a period of time, she has gradually realized that her so-called relationship with Song Shiren is nothing.

This huge dye vat, which one is okay?
This is completely different from what Ning Yiyuan thought before.

Ning Yiyuan said in a low voice: "I'm willing to do whatever..."

"I'm willing to do anything?" The manager bit the word "how" extremely hard, "It's ok, figured it out?"

Ning Yiyuan endured this man's frivolous tone, and said nothing, expressing her acquiescence.

After a while, the agent contacted her: "I asked you to learn dancing earlier, have you learned?"

Ning Yiyuan said in panic, "I learned it."

"You worked hard." The manager snorted, "Tonight, go to a dinner with Song Dong."

Then, he hinted: "With any luck, this is a long-term backer."

Ning Yiyuan was struck by thunder.She thought it would be over after a while, but she didn't expect that it would take a long time?

But she didn't want to give up the opportunity she had waited so hard for.

The arrogance of a little girl in the past has long been wiped out by society.

She dressed up according to the way last time, deep V, short skirt, and tight bandage skirt, and followed Song Shiren into the car.

When Song Shiren saw her, he frowned, looked her up and down, and said impatiently, "Why are you so vulgar? Ask Secretary Du to take her shopping for clothes."

With that disgusting tone, Ning Yiyuan seemed to be slapped by Ling Kong.

She lowered her head and obediently followed Secretary Du to the mall.Secretary Du picked out a crisp gray dress, and bought a pair of flat heels to change for her, with a hint of contempt in his attitude.

"What I want to meet today are young investors from Hong Kong Island. Put away your low-class habits, wear stylish clothes, and pretend to be an intellectual."

A bad habit?

Coupled with Secretary Du's tone, it was extremely harsh.

Ning Yiyuan couldn't hold back for a moment: "I'm a student of Huaguo University of Science and Technology."

Secretary Du burst out laughing: "Miss Song Can, I was the one who signed your contract at the time, and I did a background check for you. Aren't you from Xinde Vocational and Technical School?"

"Shaocheng is not bad...a technical school."