just kiss me

Chapter 50 Be a Competent Liar

"Mr.'s villa." The middle-aged woman helped her up, handed her a cup of warm water, and said with a smile: "Mr. said that Miss must be hungry when she wakes up, and she is waiting downstairs for Miss."

Song Miao poured a few sips of water into her stomach, and the dryness in her throat faded away before she remembered what happened to her being bitten by a snake last night, and then realized who the husband she was talking about was.

Did God want her to dedicate herself to art?

artist.

Repeat the same mistakes, stimulate the heart, burst out uncontrollable emotions, and create something that is completely opposite to itself.

To bring to audiences what people collectively call art.

True and false.

Song Miao let out a soft snort, and stuffed her skinny feet into soft slippers.

go downstairs.

The rippling skirt covered the injury on her leg, step by step, she rushed to the stimulation her love needed.

The thrill of cutting out the heart.

……

downstairs.

The man was busy in the kitchen, and she was sitting in the dining room, with her chin resting on her cool hand, and her indifferent eyes were fixed on that figure.

She wanted to have other emotions in herself, but she couldn't bring up any other emotions except disgust.

Liu Yin said that artists are crazy, fearless, and hypocritical. If they had any heart, they would have been imprisoned by their own thoughts and could not escape.

So, she has to learn to be a liar.

Give the audience what they need. The art driven by profit is the art of liars.

The feeling of passionate love that "Hot" needs is just to find the passionate woman from before.

However, her rank is still low, not as good as Liu Yin's flamboyant attitude.

For the person in front of her, she couldn't let go of the past, and the pool of blood under Shao Jin'an was still the source of her nightmares every night.

Her mother was proud of killing someone else's mother.

She just felt ashamed.

But now, the victim's son wants to make her doomed by attacking her heart. She is unwilling and often feels that she deserves it.

Now—

Be a liar?
Dedicated to art?
She should be thinking about it sitting here.

The love that led her life, it might really want her life this time.

……

"Amyu, what are you thinking?"

The tall figure leaned over slightly to cover her front light, put a bowl of hot coconut chicken soup by her hands with clean fingers, and the hot air floated to the tip of her nose, as if to seduce her.

Song Miao didn't speak, and ate quietly with her head down.

Xing Shao didn't expect her to pay attention to him, he just sat quietly beside her and picked crabs for her.

As long as she has him in her heart, it's just time, there are plenty of him.

The crab meat was put in the girl's hand, she stared at his fingertips pierced by the crab shell, tilted her head, and turned her gaze back to her bowl, but those bastards kept pushing into her mind.

Help him, help him Song Miao.

As long as you take this step, you can regain the feeling of liking someone when you were seventeen or eighteen.

Warm and lifeless feeling.

Your song, that prodigal Liu Yin can't afford to pay so much liquidated damages!

There are three ways out!

Help them get on the big Buddha of Shen Yan and the golden mountain of Zeni.

As long as you write that song.

Everything is done.

The favors owed to these people must be repaid!
Song Miao, help him.

The chopsticks in his hands were gradually clenched, and his bloodless hands became a little more bony and cold.

Bai Zi bit her lower lip tightly, forcing herself to wake up from those things against her will.

Snapped--

She threw the chopsticks on the table, stretched her arms and pulled a piece of paper, threw it to his hand, got up and walked out of the villa.

Xing Shao was stunned, quickly grabbed her hand, and said softly, "I'll see you off."

Song Miao shook off his hand, took a deep breath to calm down the unwillingness in her heart, and hummed lightly.

(End of this chapter)