In the early hours of the morning, Song Weiwei got up to take a shower, her hair that she didn't have time to dry was scattered over her shoulders, a cigarette in the corner of her mouth, and she stood on tiptoe over the clothes scattered on the ground.

The man was still asleep in bed, and he seemed to have had a good night's sleep, and he still had his arms around her as he emerged from his arms.

Song went through some paper bags near the kitchen cupboard and found the Spartak contract.

She sat on the high chair with two slender long legs stacked on top of each other, and there was an inconspicuous bruise on the leg that Michael had just pinched out. Song Weiwei looked at the contract again and wrote his name in the payment.

James was worried that he was still working under Kim, so he left.

Song crossed her arms slightly, she looked out the window at three o'clock in the morning and thought about something.

Quietly outside, an expired old newspaper was swept into the air by the wind and fell to the ground, and then blew up and drifted away, there was no forecast that it would snow in New York today, and at this moment a large heavy snowflake fell on the city, and the cold air pierced into the room mercilessly through the crack in the window, and Song sneezed slightly.

The kitchen lights are on, it's Michael.

He was carrying Song Weiwei's slippers in his hand, and when he saw her cowering on the chair, he walked over and squatted down and covered her frozen feet in the palm of his hand, and did not put on his shoes until he warmed up.

"Do you want to catch a cold?" Michael, helplessly, picked her up and walked inside, "You should be lying in bed, what's the matter with your hair?"

"I hate being dirty. Song muttered slightly.

"I'm sorry," Michael, setting her down on the bed and finding a hair dryer to dry the droplets of water on the ends of her hair, "I'll pay attention next time." ”

Song slightly pushed Michael's wrist away and reiterated again: "There is no next time, I will not have a second time with you." ”

Michael's expression changed slightly, but he continued to blow Song's hair slightly without a seizure.

"Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb, this is just a mistake, and it's not the first time for any of us anyway......"

"What kind of are you talking about!" Michael's gray-green eyes turned cold, he hated this feeling of being tricked, what does it mean to have slept and forget it, he didn't ink for so long just to sleep with her.

"You're here for the first time, and I don't care if you pass!" Michael's muffled voice.

"I care, you don't care, I care!" Song slightly pulled the corners of his mouth and said dryly: "I'm like a slut, circling between your two brothers, don't you think I'm disgusting?"

"I hate myself... James is so good because I've become this virtue now. Song chuckled slightly: "Look at you again, play with me in different ways, is it cool?"

Michael turned off the hair dryer, took the person into his arms heavily, and pinched Song's chin slightly with two fingers.

"It's true that we're all dead and alive for you, a bad girl, but you can only belong to one person, and that's me. His gaze fell on this hurtful mouth, the more beautiful it is, the more poisonous it is.

"James doesn't have forever, but what I can get is your future. ”

Song stared at him slightly and grinned, "Mr. Michael, you look so good when you speak." ”

"Are you complimenting me?" asked Michael.

"How dare you, Lord Actor. Song slightly let go of the hand that made her suffer, and gently kissed Michael's lips, which were dry and had a few lines.

She fell in love with this guy who smelled the same tobacco as herself, and in order to make him less angry, it was the first time she took the initiative to send it to the door.

"The seductive fox...... Stop messing with me. Michael looked at her fixedly, warning to her.

But even so, Song Weiwei always had to choose between the two of them.

……

The next day, Song Weiwei returned to the company to report, Xia Chen sat at the workstation early and typed on the computer, she glanced at Song Weiwei, who came from the backpack, and sneered: "I didn't see any specialties you brought when I went home, and the big guy was looking forward to it in vain." ”

Song Weiwei sat next to Xia Chen, ignored her words, turned on the computer first, then picked up the backpack, and handed everyone candy one by one.

"I, it's not you who are married, why are you so energetic?" Xia Chen sincerely found fault.

It just so happened that the candy in Xia Chen's bag was gone, Song Weiwei shook the empty backpack in front of Xia Chen, signaled that she didn't have her share, and then sat back in her seat.

"You!Song Weiwei, don't deceive people too much!"

Others can see that it is actually Xia Chen who is trying to find Song Weiwei trouble, but who dares to take this stubble in the studio, now it is clear that Xia Chen is a big celebrity in front of Kim, if Xia Chen looks at Song Weiwei unpleasantly, sooner or later she will have to be squeezed away.

"What are you arguing about?" is Kim.

Xia Chen angrily closed the computer, took the things on the table and moved them to other locations, leaving Xia Chen alone in the entire desk.

Kim swept around the employees in the office area, and everyone quickly lowered their heads and pretended to be busy with work, and no one dared to squeak.

"Song Weiwei, come to my office in ten minutes. ”

Now is not as good as in the past, Song slightly glared at the proud Xia Chen, after a while, Lao Tzu will not serve you.

In the office, Kim grinned and sat in the boss's chair sipping a cigar, and he motioned for Song to find a place to sit down, and then took a sip of whiskey.

"Have you seen your hometown father?"

"See. ”

"Well, it's still good in China, with mountains, rivers and human touch. Kim smacked his tongue: "I haven't spoken Chinese for a long time, only when I am private with you, after all, we are old acquaintances." ”

"What does it matter?" asked Song with a slight tilt of his head.

"You smoke, come and have a snipe. Kim threw Song Weiwei a cigar, and she took it in her hand and put it on the table, "I'm sorry, I'm going to quit smoking." ”

"Oh?" Kim chuckled, "Got along with Michael, planning a makeover?"

"It's a bit like him, washing his hands and retiring," Kim sneered, "Do you think you're a hero?" ”

“…… Kim, I don't want to do it anymore. Song Weiwei said.

"If you don't do it with me, where are you going?"

"Maybe you can go around throwing your resume first, and wait for the opportunity. Song Weiwei didn't explain the matter, after all, kim, the old fox, would definitely not let him go if he knew that he had already contacted the next family.

"It's not that easy, you don't have a company relationship, you have to go back to China immediately if you leave me. Kim pouted, "Although you really have nothing to do while staying, Xia Chen is doing better than you, and the others around you can't accommodate you." ”

"So, I want to resign. ”

"Okay, when are you going to leave?" Kim asked.

"You're going to send me away?" Song Weiwei thought it was ridiculous.

"Catching up with the financial settlement will give you some hard-earned money to keep for the rest of your life in the United States. "Kim is like this, it's already very cruel, he didn't mean to keep Song Weiwei, but this happened to get Song Weiwei's will, leaving this company means freedom.

Next, Michael approached Kim to talk about James' contract, and he would not be unable to start because of his own situation.