The rich and powerful

Chapter 15 Your Sadness Is My Arm 5
His face became gloomy and terrifying. Watching her run away, he grabbed her wrist, "You said you would give it back to me!"

She smiled sadly, "I'll give it back to you, who can give it back to me?"

After so many years of youth, who can give her back?
"What's more, from the very beginning, you approached me with a conspiracy. You betrayed me first. Why, I just drove into someone, can't I just destroy that woman? I only ruined her alone , but you bastard, trash, pervert, you ruined my whole family!" Almost venting all her anger in one breath, she kicked his lower body fiercely.

His thin lips were instantly pursed into a line, and in his calmer eyes, dark waves surged, "Trash? Pervert? Well, as you wish!" He said, pulling her ankle, and hugged her up her body.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and her shouting was almost swallowed by the sound of the rain. She thought that she couldn't hear his voice, but his thin and cool lips moved slightly, and those words seemed to be heard clearly. In her ears, "You are so despicable, it can't be better to use your body to pay off the debt!"

He almost took her captive into the car behind her, her whole body was almost soaked, and she hit the hard cushion, causing pain on her body.

And he walked in immediately, and closed the car door with a bang.

She hurriedly got up to open the door, but saw that he suddenly pressed her hand, pressing her fingertips with his cold hand, and raised his head. His face was icy, with sharp eyes lining his knife-like cheeks. Not angry but majestic, making people shudder.

"Do you want me to take you in this car?"

The cold and thin lips spit out such a sentence calmly.

She pursed her lips, "You won't..."

Yes, he hated her so much, didn't he.

"You forgot, I am the murderer who ruined your beloved, wouldn't you feel guilty if you touched me?"

He looked at her fixedly, with a stern face, full of indescribable meaning.

"I'll let you see!"

Pressing an unknown button, his seat suddenly collapsed, and he suddenly pressed over, the narrow space was filled with his anger, when he exerted force on his hand, there was a thud, and her thin shirt had been ripped open, The big hands passed through the gaps in the fragments, stroking her body back and forth.

Raindrops washed against the black glass windows, and her screams were completely drowned out by the sound of the rain.

This body wrapped in cheap and ordinary clothes is surprisingly immature inside, but her resistance inexplicably makes him irritated. He is skillfully training her body, wanting to ignite it bit by bit. her enthusiasm.However, his hand stretched out to his back, and scratches made him stop suddenly.

This young body is actually engraved with countless traces of aging.

He froze there.

Those, turned her over, and just saw the stigmata on her back, one after another, ruthless, indifferent, engraved on her beautiful body...

For a moment of being stunned, he slapped him on the cheek with a slap.

She stubbornly held tears, bit her lip, and almost growled, "I'm a murderer, you're a rapist!"

Then, he pushed him away completely, remembering that this man enjoys it carefully, all the things that will be used are always prepared in the car, he opened the storage bag, and sure enough, it was inside, grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around his body, and then quickly opened the car door , ran into the rain.

He looked at her back disappearing in the rain-colored smoke, raised his head, leaned on the back of the chair, put one hand on his forehead, and with the other hand, he drew out the cigarette, lit it, and the smoke filled the small space, He sneered at himself, just now, was he raping?
Rape a woman he has always hated?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, just like that night she could never forget, the leaking sky was crying for the wound that she could not heal.

Wrapped up, she walked in the rain for a long time, and the rain curtain covered her eyes, and she didn't know where she was going.

Just looking down at the time, she knew that it was time for her to go home, otherwise, her mother would be worried and forced herself to pack up her messy heart. She walked a few streets and finally found a shop that was still open. After spending more than ten yuan, I bought a T-shirt. The tatters on her body were really full of reverie. Under the suspicious, ambiguous, and contemptuous eyes of the clerk, she changed clothes and continued to rush home.

It was almost late the next day. This was the first time for her to follow the show. She should have taken it very seriously, but she was tossed all night because of the rain. When she woke up early, she felt groggy and almost couldn't get up.

At any rate, it was just in time, and as soon as she entered the door, she quickly bowed her head and apologized to everyone.

Zhang Yalan naturally had a bad face, Song Yan sat down in his own seat, opened the file and began to talk.

The job of the producer is to summarize all the program ideas and collected information, such as what gossips and gossips the guests have recently, what they can dig, the purpose of their promotion, and the questions they can ask, and summarize them to the chief producer Zhang Yalan , and then she will do the final overall planning, assigning people to write scripts and make props.

Because of the discomfort, Song Yan lowered his head even lower, his voice was hoarse, and he tried to raise his voice, but it was still hard to hear.

Zhang Yalan frowned and knocked on her desk, "Song Yan, what are you talking about?"

She looked up and said it again.

Zhang Yalan tore through her documents impatiently, and sent a copy to each of them.

"What a waste of time." Someone muttered.

Under the eyes of everyone complaining, she quietly picked up the script and looked at it.

At the end of the meeting, Su Chenchen comforted her. When the two of them walked out together, Song Yan felt as if a mouse was living in his head, and kept running around, making her more and more confused.

Helping her forehead, she heard Su Chenchen say, "It's better to ask for leave if you don't feel well."

Ask for leave?The more than 100 yuan in those few days will be gone, no way.

She persisted until the show started, but things got worse. In a short time, she made three mistakes and wasted a lot of time. Zhang Yalan was busy adjusting the mistakes in the script, so she just pointed her forehead and said viciously, "Wait until the end Let's talk later."

Finally when it was over, Zhang Yalan came up and pushed, "Song Yan, what's the matter with you, you don't want to do it, do you?" However, Song Yan couldn't hold on any longer, so he staggered and fell to the ground.

It was the hustle and bustle after the video recording, and many people gathered around. Someone exclaimed, Zhang Yalan couldn't hold back her face when she saw it, and she put her hands on her hips and cursed, "Okay, Song Yan, did you do it on purpose, didn't you? If you want to pretend to be dead and go to another place, you will fall if I touch you, it's too fake."

Song Yan supported the ground and slowly got up, his body was as soft as a dead ball, and he couldn't hold it up no matter what.

Some people around said, "Let's go, Xia You is leaving, hurry up and see him off, what's so interesting about flopping."

Not far away, Xia You's tall and handsome figure was making the eyes of all the women around him shine.

In order to avoid being surrounded by reporters, his car was parked at the back door of the program group, surrounded by four tall black bodyguards, surrounding him tightly.

He is wearing a gray coat with a white v-neck shirt with a bit of fringe. He looks very fashionable. His face is perfect. Looking at it from the side, he looks like a person walking out of a painting. He is so handsome that people can't take their eyes off. .

What is even more attractive is the powerful aura around him, which seems to be like a black hole, attracting the eyes of onlookers.

But he didn't look sideways, he didn't care about the flashing eyes at all, he just walked his own way.

Turning his head, he saw the people on the ground, glanced at him, and got into the car.

When she turned her head again, she had already sat up on the ground, her cheeks were sickly red, which set off her long and small face, which was very weak.

After saying something to the people on the side, the ink-colored car door closed.

The man next to him who looked like an assistant hurried over and helped Song Yan up, "Miss, are you all right?"

Shaking her head, "Thank you." She said thank you in a low voice, she stood up alone, and then she didn't look at anyone, just stubborn, stumbling, and walked out alone.

"Does Xia You know her?"

"No way, how could I know her."

"That's right, but Xia You is notoriously cold-blooded, why would someone you don't know help her?"

"In my opinion, she just fell down like this, just to win sympathy, and she won't fall sooner or later."

At the end of the corridor, Lin Muchen watched her leave from a distance, the hustle and bustle seemed to be moving away from her, she wondered if she heard the discussions behind her.

(End of this chapter)