Song Weiwei has been having terrible dreams for the past two days, for example, she has returned to her hometown and is having lunch with her parents, and Lu Ci comes back.

He also brought back a vicious hound, which was tethered to the yard and barked as long as Song Weiwei passed by.

Like its crazy owner.

Lu Ci was like a considerate brother, pulled out a chair for her and sat down, this lunch took longer than in the past, it was ridiculously long, Song Wei wanted to leave but couldn't move, and when he saw the expressions on his parents' faces, they all became serious.

They were blaming themselves for why they hated Lu Ci.

After waking up, Song Weiwei was always thinking about what this dream represented, she hadn't dreamed about that man for a long time, and this feeling was not good at all.

She thought she was too stressed and worried.

The contract on the table was a written agreement of the Spartak Group to work for three years, during which the labor relationship would be compensated accordingly if the labor relationship was terminated.

It looks like a good thing, but she still needs to check it out when she comes back.

In the afternoon, Song Weiwei received a call from Maria.

"Weiwei, that Michael guy is almost at JFK Airport, if you go to China, you guys should keep a low profile. ”

Song Weiwei didn't want to take Michael with him, but under his cunning coercion and temptation, he still compromised. There was no way, Song Weiwei had to agree.

"Aren't you going with us?" Song Weiwei said.

"No, I still have a lot of work to do, and Michael left me a mess to keep going between the police station and the studio for the next few days. ”

Damn thief, Maria sighed: "So when I went to China, remember to take some pictures and come back, I haven't been there either." ”

"Okay, then get back to it. ”

Song cut off the phone after speaking, and then dialed Michael's mobile phone, it seemed that he had arrived in the United States, and a familiar voice sounded in the microphone after a few sounds.

"I just got off the airport, slightly. Michael covered his mouth and whispered into his phone: "There are a lot of reporters here, I don't know why they are targeting me." ”

Song Weiwei was also puzzled, it seemed that it was better for her not to go to the airport.

"Then you ......"

"I'll ask the driver to take me to the apartment first and look for you later. ”

Because of his work, Michael's company signed a contract in the United States, and he will return to Germany for most of his vacation time, and live in the United States most of the time, so he has already purchased a property in the United States, a very spectacular high-end apartment.

In addition to renting out to celebrities, the top floor is Michael's private space.

It has some of the best security facilities in the country, complete hardware and software, and some say that Michael has made a lot of money on rental housing.

Even so, Michael still lives a low-key life, never revealing the interior of his private apartment to outsiders.

The reporters followed him all the way to downtown Los Angeles, and when they arrived at the door of the apartment, Michael got out of the car and several bodyguards who had been waiting downstairs for a long time instantly surrounded him, blocking the flashing lights.

"Michael Winston!

"Mr. Winston, can you tell us a little bit about the new film?"

"For God's sake, tell me a little bit about who your new love is!"

Of course, he would never answer these uninvited fellows, because this group of people made a lot of money from the material they dug up from him, and Michael was extremely annoyed.

Michael checked the ledger and looked at the recent occupancy, which was relatively good, and the profit was enough to maintain and repair the house, and he actually invested not a lot in this apartment, and instead of making a profit, he was also at risk of losing money.

After resting until 7 o'clock in the evening, Michael called Song Weiwei with a phone call.

"There's no one out there, I'm going to look for you now. ”

Michael thought about it again and instructed, "You don't have to come out, I'll call you before you arrive, open the door in advance." ”

Song Weiwei did not refuse him and acquiesced to this approach.

So at 10 o'clock in the evening, a blue Rolls-Royce Phantom appeared on the streets of the civilian area, often familiar to people, Michael consciously parked the car five hundred meters away from Song Weiwei's house, and then erected a turtleneck, lowered the brim of the felt hat, and covered his whole face with a scarf to show only two eyes.

Michael even bypassed the street lamps and tried not to walk where there was light, and because of this, he almost tripped over the protruding ground.

"Shit!" Michael cursed and patted his toe toe.

When he got downstairs, Michael called Song Weiwei, but was hung up.

Michael didn't like the loft, after all, the memories of them here were mostly unpleasant.

I have to let Song Weiwei move out to live, and it's best to move to him.

When they reached the roof, the attic door was indeed hidden, and Michael looked downstairs to make sure that no one was following him before opening the door and entering.

"Big stars are really tired of living. Song sighed slightly.

Michael took off his scarf and hung it on his coat hook, then took off his coat as he looked tired.

"Can you imagine that I went to a TVC before I came to the United States?" "Michael sighed, "With a stupid toothbrush, I'm going to say, 'Brushing your teeth is the most fascinating thing!' Don't you think stupid?"

Song Wei looked at his appearance in the spoof commercial, covered his mouth and laughed: "Neuropathy ......"

This rare funny picture flashed by, after all, Michael rarely did imitation actions to make others happy, and when he turned back to his poker face, Song Wei couldn't close his mouth when he smiled.

"You're like a split personality, one moment angry and the other happy. ”