Michael took three steps and two steps back, he had never been provoked like this, and now the tense edges and corners looked more like he was about to eat people.

There was no trace of fear in Song Weiwei's eyes, "What, is there something?"

Song Weiwei's tone was not good, so he looked at Michael who was a head taller than himself, and because of the height suppression, Song Weiwei didn't dare to be too aggressive.

She swallowed her saliva and quickly turned back into the room, intending to lock the door.

"It's a little slower. Michael sneered.

The two of them squeezed the door for a long time, and finally the big man pushed the door open. Michael smacked, took off his shoes at the entrance, and pushed Song into the room slightly.

He stared at Song in silence until he caught a glimpse of the crumpled novel on the dining table. "Is the novel good?"

Song glared at him slightly and nodded.

"I'm planning to take on this play. Michael sat down on the couch, half-pulled and still exposed, the couch reaching only his back.

Song Weiwei remembered that James was also planning to take over this play, could it be that they didn't know each other? If she tried the same role, she really sweated for Jade.

"Miss Song seems to have something to say?" Michael squinted and looked at the girl who was tugging at the corners of her clothes, just as energetic as the little girl who had just graduated from school, but she lacked a little bewitching temperament.

Michael, who is too vegetarian, doesn't like it, and he will get bored if he is too cheap, if this Song Weiwei can let go a little, it will be right to appetite.

"Mr. Michael...... Which role do you think is right for you in this play?" Song was slightly afraid to be alone with Michael, who was being stared at this time, rubbing her arms and trying to ignore the other party's gaze.

This guy is so much like one of her relatives, the bastard who left a shadow on her childhood.

The 41st block is very quiet, there is a small square nearby, and the pigeon keepers release the pigeons early in the morning and feed the little ones who pass by during the day.

A gray dove landed on the windowsill, its small red beak striking the glass window.

Michael looked around, took one out of the cigarette case on the table, lit it in his mouth.

"Male lead. "This is certain and certain, the director has already greeted him in advance. "Do you want to try the heroine? that spitted bitch. ”

"What?" Song gritted his teeth slightly, "the bitch in your eyes is a little different from ours, Mr. Michael." ”

For the victory of the revolution, she did not hesitate to exchange her body for information, concealing her internal affairs on the one hand not to disappoint her family, and more importantly, she did not want to see sad expressions on the faces of her beloved. Song Weiwei stuffed the book to Michael: "Go back and carefully understand what the author wants to express." ”

"......" Michael tilted his head, his expression was still unwavering, and the book slapped on his chest a little painfully, but Song Weiwei was right, he really didn't look very carefully to see what the story was about.

Fame and fortune made him lose himself a little, and as long as the script was flipped through casually, as long as it was a good big production, coupled with a high salary, Michael would consider it.

It's not that Song Weiwei's momentum to speak attracts Michael, but her rich expression is particularly interesting, and he is becoming more and more interested in Song Weiwei.

Michael raised his arm and paced to the window with a cigarette between his two slender fingers, then he pushed it open and threw the cigarette out of the window. "Can I take this book back with me?"

Song shrugged slightly: "It doesn't matter, you can take it." She told her the truth, and although Michael looked at herself with a smile, she just felt that there was something else hidden under this weird smile.

How did Michael, who is at two extremes of the extreme, become friends, unlike James?

"Did James tell you that a cutie like you shouldn't open the door to a stranger easily?" ”

"Away from me... Stay away!" Song knocked out that hand slightly, but was grabbed by the arm and brought into his arms. "Michael, I respect you because you're a friend of James!"

"You don't know him. Michael leaned close to Song Weiwei, and his warm lips brushed her cheeks, "Hehe... James was willing to share everything with me. He stroked Song Weiwei's hair and sniffed it under his nose.

"Including his women. ”

Song glared at Michael slightly, this kind of domineering president really happened to him, but he didn't have the kind of blushing heartbeat that he played on TV. She glanced at the man's wrist, which was exposed to the air, grabbed it, and bit it.

"Ah——!hhh

When Michael left, he caught a glimpse of the work card, and it happened that Song Weiwei's company was the producer of the play. So he decided to go back and let the agent talk about the role he played this time, and in the next time, Michael will be looking forward to Song Weiwei's performance.

But now, the bite he was slightly bitten by Song still had a shallow mark on the third day, and the stylist noticed it, so he brought a few watches for Michael to choose and wear, so as not to be difficult for the reporter to ask.

"Which little wildcat scratched you this time?" the stylist smeared on Michael's face with a makeup palette, his eyes hinting at the tooth marks on his right wrist. From entering the dressing room to now without saying a word, Michael grabbed his hair casually and went to put on the blazer, and when he tidied up the cuffs, he looked at his wrist and was distracted, thinking of Song's slightly furious appearance, the corners of his mouth were raised.

"Wild cat or something, she's a vicious little leopard. ”