Qiao Heyun was completely naked. The whip struck her body, leaving a bright red welt.
"Scream! Scream louder!" Song Weiwei shouted frantically.
Qiao Heyun was still conscious, and out of consideration for the man's reputation, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"You dare to talk back to your master? Fine, you won't learn your lesson until you're dead. If I don't beat you to death today, I'm not Song Weiwei." With each lash of the whip, Song Weiwei swung it with a broad smile, her steps becoming much lighter.
About two hours later, a group of doctors opened the door and provided emergency care to Qiao Heyun. Early the next morning, Qiao Heyun was out of danger and woke up groggily.
At the same time, Ji Xiaoxiao was ruthlessly thrown out of the house by Zhou Jiangchu. Yes, she was thrown out of the house.
"What the hell are you doing, having an epileptic seizure?"
Everything went smoothly last night, but when things got heated, I lightly threw a punch. Was it really necessary to throw her out of the room so early in the morning, before she'd even had a full night's sleep?
Rain and clouds bring sorrow, hard to dispel; swallows in the east and swallows in the west grieve at parting.
Stomping her foot, Ji Xiaoxiao walked away forlornly on the leaf-strewn track.
After walking for more than half an hour, Ji Xiaoxiao finally hailed a taxi and, relying on the four wheels, returned to her residence. Opening the door, she found an unexpected guest sitting inside. This man was none other than the one who had harassed Ji Xiaoxiao on the film set.
"Xu Li'anran, you've finally decided to come back?" The man placed his hands on the sofa, crossed his legs, and his expression held an indescribable mix of envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Ji Xiaoxiao didn't care how this man got into her house. After a long day, she was exhausted and all she wanted was a good night's sleep.
"Do whatever you want, just don't disturb my sleep." Ji Xiaoxiao said nonchalantly, then dragged her tired body and casually closed the door.
The man locked outside blinked, looking lost and bewildered as he waited for Ji Xiaoxiao.
After a good night's sleep, Ji Xiaoxiao finished washing up and opened the door to find a man with his head drooping. The man was as handsome as Zhou Jiangchu, but unlike Zhou Jiangchu's refined looks, the man's beauty was like the magnificent yellow sand of a vast desert. His face was sculpted, and every word and action exuded a masculine charm of fortitude.
However, you can't judge a book by its cover. The man in front of her was indeed resolute and upright, but the moment she opened her mouth, her tone and expression revealed that he was either a hooligan or a thug.
Ji Xiaoxiao searched through the original owner's memories but couldn't find any trace of the man. This shouldn't be the case. Everyone appreciates beauty; such a stunning beauty, even if she didn't know his name or where he lived, should at least have some general impression!
Judging from the man's various reactions, the original owner must have had a close relationship with him. However, the strange thing is that the original owner's memories contain absolutely no trace of the man.
"What happened?" With worry, Ji Xiaoxiao's hair turned white, and she became an old woman with white hair.
There are priorities, so let's forget about it. Now is not the time to worry about these things.
Ji Xiaoxiao suppressed her strange feelings and questions, poured herself a glass of water, and sat down opposite the man. "Why haven't you left yet?"
The man lowered his long legs and leaned towards Ji Xiaoxiao. Her bright eyes shone like stars, and her full lips were slightly upturned, making her incredibly sexy.
"Cough cough." Ji Xiaoxiao tried to cover up her mistake by pretending to cough.
Those present were all seasoned veterans; their petty tricks were no match for such sharp eyes. The men were perfectly aware of Ji Xiaoxiao's attempt to conceal her true intentions.
"I'm here to tell you that you're not getting the role you want in the movie 'Alone and Alone'," the man said gloatingly.
Ji Xiaoxiao paused in her drinking, then her expression changed, and she continued doing what she was doing.
"Aren't you in a hurry?" The man had been observing Ji Xiaoxiao closely, so he naturally knew how much she valued the role of "Mu Shiran".
Ji Xiaoxiao put down her water glass and smiled, "There's always a way out. As a powerless commoner, all I can do is try my best and leave the rest to fate."
The room fell silent, like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, ready to devour its prey.
The rope slipped from his hand, the doll developed self-awareness, the situation suddenly changed, and it became uncontrollable. The man's expression changed, but he suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahahaha..."
“Xu Li’anran, you are indeed interesting. It’s not a waste of my time to play with you. But are you really willing to do this? As far as I know, the actress who got the role of ‘Mu Shiran’ was willing to risk her life.” The man emphasized the word “risk” in his tone.
Upon hearing this, Ji Xiaoxiao's breath caught in her throat. She instinctively wanted to kneel down before the man in front of her and beg for what she deserved, pleading to satisfy all her physical and psychological needs.
"What exactly are you hiding from me?" Ji Xiaoxiao lowered her head slightly and muttered to herself.
Things were getting more and more complicated, and Ji Xiaoxiao was really at her wits' end.
Her emotions just now were extremely abnormal. It seems the original owner must have had a mysterious and inexplicable relationship with a man, a relationship she deeply resented, with the related memories sealed deep within her mind. For Ji Xiaoxiao, an outsider, to obtain this information, the difficulty is unimaginable.
With a light sigh, Ji Xiaoxiao said dismissively, "Whether I used legitimate means or not, what's mine is mine. As the saying goes, you get what you pay for! With effort comes reward. I'm lazy and not good at being diligent."
A reclusive master, hidden from view. Mystery and profundity are all things spoken and depicted by the world. Although Ji Xiaoxiao was inwardly furious, her face remained calm and composed, showing no trace of anxiety or worry.
"'Mu Shiran'? To have her is my fortune, to lose her is my fate. I cannot force her, nor dare I." Ji Xiaoxiao sighed lightly.
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