The arrogance provoked her patience a little bit, and Wen Lishu told herself to hold back and wait for her passport to come back.

She pretended to be calm and said in a small voice: "Please give me back your passport." ”

"No sincerity, girl. He spoke with helplessness.

Wen Lishu bowed his upper body slightly, and his tone was quite humble: "Mr. Song, I hope you will return your passport to me regardless of the villain." ”

After finishing speaking, Wen Lishu kept bowing, waiting for him to speak.

But after waiting for a few seconds, Song Qiancheng's side was quiet, and he didn't say anything.

Wen Lishu raised her head suspiciously and looked at him.

Although Song Qiancheng didn't say a word, his calm face showed that he was not satisfied with this.

Wen Lishu pursed her lips, and finally took a step forward, then turned to face him, knelt directly on the ground, and gave him a kowtow.

The whole action was done in one go, she lay on the ground with her hands on the ground, looking up at him, her posture was extremely humble, and she repeated again, "Please, give me back your passport." ”

Song Qiancheng kept a cold eye, and did not feel any touch on her kneeling.

At first, he just blocked his anger in his heart, and he didn't want to do what she wanted, but it can be seen that she is so humble, and she is uncomfortable.

Song Qiancheng seemed to have entered a strange circle.

Wen Lishu was disobedient, and he was unhappy.

Wen Lishu is too obedient, and he is not happy.

Song Qiancheng felt uncomfortable, and as soon as his bad temper came up, he turned his body at an angle, and his folded legs also turned around.

The tip of the shoe touched her chin, and the foot hooked up, and Wen Lishu's head was lifted up, and she was forced to look at him.

Song Qiancheng sat on the sofa like an emperor, and chuckled: "Just kowtow, dare to call sincerity, Wen Lishu, you don't care, I can't feel your sincerity at all." ”

Kneeling again, begging again, he also said that he was insincere, Wen Lishu had already felt Song Qiancheng's deliberate difficulty.

Moreover, why hook her chin with your foot, this action is quite insulting, at the moment, the sense of grievance crawled all over her body, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Song Qiancheng took a puff of cigarette, spit it out again, and then made his words clear: "Don't cry, I hate your crocodile tears the most." ”

Wen Lishu couldn't hold back his crying, and then looked at the cigarette in his hand, which was burning white smoke, blurring his face, but couldn't cover the ruthless breath of his mix.

He raised his hand to look at his watch and urged: "Have you thought about it? ”

Before the passport came back, Wen Lishu didn't dare to let Song Qiancheng leave, she was afraid that he would suddenly fly to other countries on a business trip, and her audition would be completely ruined.

The hands that were propped up on the ground were clenched into fists, and she stopped lying on her stomach, kneeling straight in front of him.

Wen Lishu stretched out her arm, grabbed Song Qiancheng's hand holding the cigarette, and then led him to carry the cigarette to her shoulder, struggling in her heart, but she finally beat herself.

She pulled Song Qiancheng's arm, and the hot cigarette burned to her shoulder.

The delicate skin was scalded by the high temperature, and Wen Lishu's eyelashes were trembling in pain, and her hands were trembling slightly.

Song Qiancheng didn't expect Wen Lishu to make such an extreme move, he pulled his hand back in annoyance, and scolded angrily: "You're he's sick." ”

Wen Lishu ignored his scolding, endured the pain in his shoulder, and insisted on asking, "Is this sincere?"