Chapter 8 Don't let me see you smiling at other men again
Liang Yueying saw that he was unhappy, so she thought she had said something wrong, took half a step back, and muttered: "Mr. Song, don't be angry."
The voice was like a cat's, tickling Song Shishan's heart.
Liang Yueying still clutched a corner of her clothes, her palms were wet with sweat, and she was still on the verge of trying to die: "It was my fault that night. I was blind and offended Mr. Song. If I had known... I wouldn't have provoked him. After I went back, I had already
I regret it and have been thinking about coming over to apologize, but I am afraid that I am not qualified to make amends."
Song Shishan was so angry when he saw that the beautiful woman he had always wanted to be humbled like dust in front of him because of an actor.
Now I heard her say that she regretted spending the night with me.
Immediately he became furious.
Thinking about his majestic military governor of seven provinces, he is nothing compared to an actor.
What? You followed him and wronged her.
Looking at this ignorant woman, Song Shishan really wished he could strangle her to death.
But he finally endured it, even if he suffered internal injuries, he was not willing to treat her, just like he treated the security guard below, he raised his leg and kicked her over.
His kick would probably make this delicate and soft beauty paralyzed on the bed.
Then he said word by word: "What makes you think that I will be willing to save him?"
Foreigners are difficult to deal with, but it's not impossible for him to do it.
Is it possible that others would flock to the actor she regarded as a god and be willing to waste their efforts on him?
He looked at her wildly for a few seconds, then passed over her eyebrows and landed on her chest, which was rising and falling due to anxiety, and sneered softly: "That's all?"
Is it a fair face or a big chest?
Liang Yueying was obviously wrong, but she seemed to have finally come to the right path and begged tentatively: "Then, I will sleep with you, can you go and save him?"
If possible, it is not impossible to relive the old dream this time after the gun went off last time.
Song Shishan flew into a rage, and finally clamped her neck and pressed her to his chest. When he saw the hickey he had made on her collar, he still felt compassion for a moment.
"Liang Yueying! Who do you think you are?"
The more sincere she begged, the more she cared about the actor, and the angrier he became.
For the sake of that actor, she even regretted getting entangled with him and made the same mistake again. It seemed that she could do anything.
"Liang Yueying, if I don't agree today, are you going to sleep with the Chinese directors in the French Concession? Are you going to sleep with the foreigners?"
Liang Yueying was obviously shocked by his words. Her cheeks slowly turned red and her lips trembled uncontrollably:
"I never thought about it." She admitted that she was careless and sought medical treatment when she was sick.
"Perhaps, sleeping with Mr. Song is not so repulsive. But if it is for Xicheng, sleeping with a foreigner...he is not worthy of my sacrifice."
She intentionally indulged that night, but it doesn't mean that she is a dissolute person by nature.
After being humiliated and rejected, Liang Yueying didn't have a trace of resentment. She knew that things wouldn't work out and she was just humiliating herself.
She lowered her head, her eyes were red, as if an autumn rain was about to fall.
The voice was low: "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Song."
But she also raised her head curiously and looked up into his burning eyes, "How do you know my name?"
Song Shishan laughed at her anger again. Usually he was angry with other people. After being angry with his neighbors, he was angry with Dongyang. He just felt that sooner or later, he would die at the hands of this bitch.
"So, you don't even know my name, yet you dare to come here and call me names without any shame?"
He felt a little ridiculous for no reason, so when he saw her about to turn around, he stepped forward with his long legs, blocking her way.
He said word by word: "Song Shishan, remember, this is your man's name."
Liang Yueying stopped, raised her head at a loss and stared at him.
Then I heard him say indifferently: "I only need a wife, not a prostitute. You marry me, and I will help you fish out that actor."
Before she could recover from the shock, and was wondering whether to agree, she heard him give another warning:
"But don't let me see you being so attentive to other men. Otherwise I will kill him, do you understand?"