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Chapter 23 Heart Grinding

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    There are some flowers and plants in Zhao Yi's house, but I can't name them.  The favor of spring nourishes the flowers and plants, and they exude a burst of fragrance, which is light and refreshing.

    Song Xiaolan put her arms around her, and the scent of flowers in the room mixed with the perfume on Zhao Yi's body to form a unique fragrance, which was unique to Zhao Yi.

    Xinxiang was not shy, and pushed the waves to stop the burning, and went straight into Song Xiaolan's heart.  His heart was like boiling water on the verge of the spiritual world, screaming loudly, about to lift the lid of the pot.

    He hugged her, wanting to use force but dared not use force, fearing that she would feel uncomfortable.  He was careful, enjoying the moment.

    *

    Song Xiaolan has watched all the films made by Zhao Yi, and there are some column interviews with her.  His understanding of her was beyond Zhao Yi's estimate, and also greater than Zhao Yi's understanding of him.

    Zhao Yi's works give people a sense of clouds and fog.  When many viewers come into contact with her works for the first time, they can strongly feel the thoughts she wants to convey.

    Zhao Yi's art can be seen and touched.  You may not like her films, but in any case it is difficult for you to refuse this kind of art, it is difficult for you not to be interested in it.  Her works make you restless and hold your heartstrings.

    Zhao Yi's status in art is still subject to discussion, and the flattery of the admirers may be as willful as the criticism of the detractors, which is unpredictable.  However, one thing is beyond doubt, and that is her talent.

    The most interesting thing in art is not the personality of the artist.  But if the artist herself has a strong personality, many people are willing to forgive her a thousand faults.  For example, if she has a financial backer, the audience will not care what kind of capital she is backing, as long as the work is good.

    This is the best state of relationship between the audience and the artist.

    But it is different in the circle, there are all kinds of colleagues who are jealous, jealous, and wear small shoes behind their backs.  In their eyes, Zhao Yi's image is more of a vase, which is just a vase set up by the benefactor to make money.

    Song Xiaolan likes her works, and she likes her people even more.  So he couldn't tolerate sand even more in his eyes, a grain of sand could grind his heart to bleed.

    *

    At this moment, Zhao Yi left his embrace.

    "Don't worry about my business."

    yes!  Didn't he just take the bait?  Why did he intervene in her life so soon?

    others.

    She refers to herself as someone else.

    Song Xiaolan's hot heart was passively cooled by this word, and asked her calmly: "So you want to find Mr. Qi?"

    His elegant family education made him a lot more polite to address this "golden master".  There are too many things in his sentence, including his jealousy and his pain and struggle.

    Zhao Yi's eyes darkened slightly in an instant, as if someone had bumped into something scandalous, her face was a little cold, and she smiled slightly: "I don't need anyone." She took two steps back and kept a distance from Song Xiaolan: "I just  Can."

    The sadness in Song Xiaolan's heart could not dissipate for a long time: "You have always been like this, you want to be strong?" Zhao Yi's heart was firmly grasped, ups and downs, he was a little unable to resist, his long eyelashes were trembling, very subtle.

    Zhao Yi sat down, with her legs crossed, her chin resting on her hand, her posture seemed casual, but her eyes were sharp:

    "How do you know about me." Hearsay would not be so detailed.

    Song Xiaolan turned around, faced her, and made eye contact with her: "The news is right there, and I can hear it even if I don't want to." He narrated it plainly, as if speaking a common saying.

    "oh."

    Facing his mediocre narration, Zhao Yi answered him calmly.

    Song Xiaolan was slightly taken aback, not going to talk to her directly about the donor, so she took the honey water on the table and handed it to her.

    "Drink it."

    Zhao Yi cooperated with him and drank the water as if it was the best taste in the world. After drinking it, she turned the glass upside down and showed him.

    Now, it's over.

    Song Xiaolan's brows became stable, leading to a smile.

    Zhao Yi looked into his eyes and asked again: "Did you bug my kitchen just now?"

    Song Xiaolan: "I made porridge for you. Get up tomorrow morning and drink some to warm your stomach."

    Zhao Yi tilted her head to look at him, meaning you, you are too kind to me, and you are too serious.

    Naturally, Song Xiaolan couldn't read the words in her eyes. He turned his eyes away and added an explanation: "You drink like this all the time, and if you don't control it, your body will not be able to bear it."

    Zhao Yi felt sore again.

     If the body is cherished, it is a body; if no one loves it, it is just a walking dead.  How many years has she lived as a walking dead?  She had long forgotten what it was like to be cared and cherished by others.

    ah!  It turns out that this is how it feels to be cherished by others.

    Sour, warm, joyful.

    *

    After Song Xiaolan left, Zhao Yi didn't stop him, and he was sober from his wine.  She went to take a shower, washed quickly, and lay on the bed after washing, thinking about nothing, sleeping with her eyes closed.

    The distracting thoughts in her heart refused to let her go, and kept drilling into her heart, making her uncomfortable, tossing and turning, tossing and turning.

    Thirty minutes later, she opened her eyes, turned on the light, and sat up blankly.

    Her heart is very restless.

    Two hundred thousand is not much to her.  But she only gave her family 500,000 last month.  She was just a part-time worker and didn't save that much money.

    The original ecological family was like vines full of thorns, entangled her body all the time, piercing her flesh to bleed.  She couldn't avoid it, couldn't get rid of it, she could only accept her fate.

    Song Xiaolan is hers now, at least for a short time.  But when he was holding her, the greed in Zhao Yi's heart broke out like crazy, clamoring wantonly, they wanted to occupy Song Xiaolan and drag him into this dark life.

    Zhao Yi was disappointed and scared, afraid that she would fall in love with Song Xiaolan.

    Zhao Yi sat like this until dawn, when the alarm clock rang in the morning, she lay down again and barely fell asleep. She had just slept for less than an hour when she was woken up by Rococo's phone call.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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