Old Injury

g, whether it’s fate or love.”

 

Looking back at this passage, it’s like a joke.

 

The strength on his chin increased a little, Song Bai Lao stared at me dissatisfiedly: “What are you thinking?”

 

I recovered and said truthfully: “Rooftop…” Because of his fingers, my voice was a little bit vague.

 

He laughed, his eyes deepened a little further: “Yes?”

 

I swallowed unconsciously.
Whether it was “Yes” or “No”, these two answers are very dangerous.

 

After weighing it again and again, I chose a middle value: “Well… not very good.”

 

Song Bai Lao pulled out his fingers, I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his palm changed to the back of my head, with a faint sense of pressure: “Then learn.”

 

He was indeed an excellent teacher, and he taught me this stupid student with his vast experience, and I quickly got the hang of it.

 

After practicing in the study for half an hour, Song Bai Lao asked someone to help me back to the room.

 

I don’t know if people outside will smell those strange smells when they enter the room, but I just feel that my brain is dizzy like lack of oxygen.

 

When I lay on the bed and quieted down, I stared at the dim roof, and gradually regained my thoughts.

 

The strange thing is that there is no shame or displeasure, the first thought that flashed in my mind turned out to be… He was really hot.

 

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Li Xun brought four or five people to the door.

 

Stylists, lighting technicians, photographers are all available.
They took care of the look for me, chose the right clothes, and smeared a bit of blood-filled red on Song Bai Lao’s lips that were too light.

 

After taking care of my appearance, they helped me to the study room that had been arranged and let me sit behind the desk.

 

Looking down a little bit, I could see the place where Song Bai Lao was sitting yesterday, and the tip of my nose seemed to smell the smell of fishy mutton again.
I cleared my throat and forced myself to look away.

 

Song Bai Lao was sitting behind the camera, next to a whiteboard full of words, on which was written the statement that I had memorized for a long time, and the tone was specially added.

 

He crossed his legs, rested one hand on the armrest, and pointed his fingertips on his forehead: “Give you two more minutes to prepare.”

 

If I started all of a sudden I might not be so nervous, but he gave me a countdown, which made me In the past two minutes, my heart beat faster and faster, and my palms were sweaty.

 

Li Xun handed a laptop to Song Bai Lao, put it on his lap, and suddenly smiled at the screen: “It turns out that the cake shop you represented in the competition two years ago was that Xu Mei Ren, no wonder…” He automatically silenced the content and didn’t say any more.
Instead, he raised his head and asked me, “Are you okay?”

 

I didn’t know if I was okay, but in a panic, I nodded reflexively, “Um… um!”

 

Head: “Countdown to three seconds, three, two, one…start.”

 

I clasped my hands tightly in front of me.
I couldn’t remember anything I was carrying yesterday, so I could only rely on the backup first aid on the whiteboard.

 

“Good morning, this is Ning Yu.
Regarding the malicious slander I have suffered during this period, I will no longer remain silent, and decide to take up the weapon of the law to defend my legitimate rights and interests…”

 

As long as you survive the initial difficult period, The back is getting smoother.
It’s just that my face is still stiff and the corners of my mouth are shaking.

 

“I will commission lawyer Wu Feng to start a lawsuit recently and sue Amber user Chang Xingze and his legal partner Xiang Ping to the Xiangtan District Court as co-defendants.
I will no longer tolerate injustice, and I will no longer be willing to yield to fate.
All I will completely clean up the stigma of my own and my Beta.”

 

My eyes moved from the whiteboard to Song Bai Lao, who was staring intently at the computer screen, like a director who observes the actors’ performance through a monitor.

 

When I finished the last word, he raised his hand and gestured to the crowd.
Soon, the photographer put down the lens, the lighting engineer turned off the dazzling headlights, and Song Bai Lao also closed the notebook and handed it back to Li Xun.

 

“Very good.” He simply gave a two-word comment, then told everyone else to leave.

 

He and I were soon alone in the study.
This kind of solitude made me restless and couldn’t help thinking about what happened last night.
The impression is too shocking, one night is really not enough to digest.

 

He got up and walked towards me: “You can resume the live broadcast in the future, and do more…things that seem to be more powerful.
The more you can prove your ability, the more you can move back to the wrong direction of public opinion on you.”

 

I am actually quite happy, but also worried.

 

“But Dad’s side…”

 

“Have you not figured out the situation yet?” Before I finished speaking, Song Bai Lao put his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly to approach me, “I am your god, yours absolute master, what you should respect most is my order, not someone else’s words.”

 

It seems that I mentioned Luo Qinghe wrongly, and his words were forced out between his teeth, enough to see how upset he was.

 

I quickly said, “I got it, you are my god, my master, and I only listen to you.”

 

He looked at me for a while, then straightened up, seeming to be quite satisfied with my knowledge.

 

“You’d better take this sentence in your heart and in your head,” he said at last.