"So you're thinking about me. ”

Song Pandi remembered in hindsight how backward and conservative the thinking of the people is now, and how important a person's reputation is, and he was shocked and happy at the same time.

He really has a crush on himself!

The reporter was spicy by her again, and the hand covering her chest was weighted by two points.

Can't spit out, can't do it, hold back!

"Heh, hehe, let's talk about your new book, right? You like to think about the universe and the earth so much, so you're going to write a book about astronomy, uh?"

Song Pandi was scratched on the itch, and proudly dragged the sentence:

"It's not far off, even if it's not hit. You're still stupid, oh, when you hear the universe and the earth, you have to write astronomy? Silly hat, I can't be a big brain and break through the sky?"

Song Pandi pinched his throat and twisted his body, cocked his orchid fingers and pinched the sickle in his hand, and his hand slipped for a while and almost cut his foot.

"Be careful. ”

The reporter kindly reminded him, and got a lingering look from Song Pandi, and he couldn't wait to reach out and hit himself in the mouth.

Tell you to talk fast, and tell your peers to see jokes, right?

And what's the matter with this Song Pandi? The girl who is only 14 years old has learned those immodest ways, who does she think of him?

No wonder she dared to sneak away on the train alone, she is indeed not a good man and a woman.

Song Pandi looked at the reporter's jealous look, and thought that he was really shy, and couldn't help but be complacent.

In her previous life, her dead ghost husband was not long-sighted and didn't know how to appreciate her goodness;

Look at how many good suitors she has now!

So it's not her fault at all.

Thinking of the brutal man who caused her domestic violence to SI in his previous life, Song Pandi still couldn't help but shudder, his hot mind calmed down in a second, and he subconsciously looked back and forth, left and right, for fear that the man would rush out and grab her and beat her again.

The reporter looked at her with a cheating heart, and felt tired in her heart.

Especially when he was targeted by several peers on the side like monkeys, the anger in his heart was even more rubbing!

The gentleman doesn't move his mouth, he wants to maintain his image and take a pen to vent his anger.

The reporter repeatedly comforted himself, barely maintained his calm state, and refused to ask questions again. fantasy

And, he added a few strokes to Song Pandi in his notebook.

After I go back, I have to revise the manuscript several times to expose Song Pandi's inappropriate words and deeds.

Presumably, this is also what those big people who have been offended by her are happy to see, right?

Song Pandi couldn't help but feel a chill on his body, and the picture of being beaten in his previous life resurfaced in his mind, and a cold breath came out from the cracks in his bones!

She bit the tip of her tongue hard, recovering from the pain.

It's okay, it's okay, she's got rid of that brute, she doesn't have to be beaten anymore.

When she has money, she doesn't have to be afraid of him anymore.

By the way, she can give him money and tell him to scourge Song Ci.

Anyway, Sun Qian is hers, and it is just right for Song Ci to get together with that brute, and he has coveted Song Ci's little slut for a long time.

Song Pandi felt that everything was properly arranged, so he swallowed the rust-smelling saliva in his mouth.

She subconsciously clenched her scythe and slashed hard at the corn stalks that had been broken, moving her stiff and cold body to warm herself up.

Don't be afraid, she's back alive!

Fate is in your own hands, stop thinking about that beast devil, think about something happy.

"Don't guess, you can't guess, I'll tell you directly. ”

Song Pandi pretended to be brisk, and there was an obvious tremor in his voice, as if he was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

"I'm going to write a love story, you know the romance, right?"

She still wishfully only talked to the reporter, and quickly lowered her head when she saw him, as if she was afraid that if she looked at other men more, she would get her husband's old fist again.

"I'm going to write a domineering president article. It's the kind of rich, powerful, handsome president of the company, who falls in love with a beautiful, kind and pitiful heroine, and spoils her so hard that she doesn't marry a love story.

How's it going, aren't you looking forward to it?"

The reporter said that no.

He wanted to ask what the domineering president meant, but he was afraid of being entangled by her again, so he ruthlessly pinched his leg again to control his mouth that was faster than his brain.

The thoughtful colleague next to him asked:

"What do you mean by this domineering president? Forcibly robbing people's daughters, factory director? Isn't that playing exile?"