watched the Facebook news of the hostess of Leo Hard's house and met true love, this legendary plot that seems to happen only in a movie, made Jian Han's second Facebook story climb up the hot search list at a rapid speed-

"Fifty-five, forty-two, oh my God, Jane, you've climbed to the thirty-first position on the hot search list!" Olivia cried out in surprise: "Honey! Do you know what kind of news can be in the top 30? Let me read it for you! ”

"The election is heating up, will we usher in the first female president or a rich president full of local tyrants and gold?"

"The results of the British public election are out, announcing the departure from the European Union! The British Prime Minister then announced his resignation! ”

"The budget is not enough, the infrastructure is not yet complete, the Rio Olympics, the worst Olympics ever, will you go to see it?"

Jian Han coughed lightly twice, and had to interrupt Olivia: "Honey, you seem to have forgotten the first hot search again——"

The first hot search?

Olivia's voice stopped abruptly, as if a duck had been grabbed by the throat, and after a while, she patted Jian Han on the shoulder, glanced at Leo Hard, who was frantically praising the mistress of the Leo Hard family with a trumpet, and lowered her voice and asked:

"Okay, Jane, actually I want to ask you a question, I stopped Leohard from giving you likes with his Facebook account, do you really not mind?"

After all, in this world, there are many young supermodels who are willing to use rich boyfriends to gild themselves.

Jian Han shrugged his shoulders and replied happily: "No! Of course not! ”

She paused and chuckled, "As you said, I can fully imagine what a terrible disaster it would be if he gave me a thumbs up. ”

Olivia didn't laugh with her, her brows furrowed slightly, and her pretty face was very serious: "Yes! But on the other hand, danger always coexists with opportunity, maybe many of his fans will not like you and will attack you, but your fame will be raised to a point you can't imagine! ”

A young, handsome, diamond-level bachelor who is worth billions of dollars and has never had a girlfriend suddenly has a girlfriend -

The world will explode for it!

It could be seen that Olivia was really thinking about her, and the smile on Jian Han's face gradually faded, and she said seriously: "Then what?" And then people will say, voila, that's Leo Hard's girlfriend! What's her name? Uh-"

"Hell! Whatever, it's enough to know that she's a lucky woman who might become Mrs. Hamilton in the future! ”

Jian Han once again imitated the tone of passers-by, vividly, after speaking, she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head: "No, no, I hope that in the future, when others see me, they will call me Jane, Jane from Huaguo!" ”

Olivia smiled in her eyes and praised: "My dear, you really didn't disappoint me, our thoughts are really too consistent!" ”

Jian Han smiled knowingly, she also likes Olivia very much, the two sides have similar views, and they can understand important topics at a glance, which is really very fateful.

Although after entering the top 30, Jian Han's Christmas video has significantly decreased in the climbing speed on the hot search list, the number of her fans is still growing rapidly, and at the same time, with the wide spread of the video, more people have begun to see this video.

The filming scene of "The Handmaid's War".

Director Porterfield held the curled script in one hand and stared closely at the monitor in front of him, on which the footage that had just been shot was playing: Polya had lived in the Doge's Palace for some time, but he was still not used to the hierarchical life here, and he would always be slipped out by his nurturing grandmother and taught alone.

The handmaidens were very precious, and the nurturing grandmothers did not beat them, and usually chose to put them in a separate small dark room, a basement of only about one square meter, only two meters above the ground, with a small ventilation hole, only the size of a baby's fist, from which even a mouse could not escape.

Most of the time, this basement is pitch black, and there are only five or six hours a day, and there is a faint light shining in from above.

After the first two times she was locked up in the little dark room, where no one responded to her loud shouts, Polya had learned to be silent - she had to conserve her strength, and she would not be denied any food or water for the first day in the dark room.

It's just that Polya is not afraid of the dark, but she doesn't like loneliness.

This time, she finally couldn't take it anymore, and after staying up until the second day, she got a little rare potato soup and a small piece of chestnut cake, and after recovering her strength a little, she began to hum softly.

This is the only memory her mother left her when she was a child.

"Baby, please fall asleep, only if you fall asleep, I can fly to the heavenly palace and attend the dinner of the gods, baby, please fall asleep, when you fall asleep, I will put on a beautiful dress and become the queen of the dinner-"

She clasped her hands around her knees, curled up in a ball, rested her head on her knees, and her hair fell to the side, reflecting her fair and pretty face more and more beautifully.

After singing, she did not move for a long time, and the whole picture was like a perfect oil painting, the girl's face was the center of the painting, whether it was the dim cell or the glimmer of light through the ventilation hole, it became a wonderful foil to this beautiful face.

In the middle of the night, a deep male voice slowly came from the ventilation hole above: "Singing, it's very pleasant." ”

The girl raised her head with a swish, looked up at the ventilation hole above her head, her eyes widened, and she asked vigilantly, "Who are you?!" ”

The man fell silent, the room was silent, and Polya waited for a long time, so long that she thought that the other party would not speak again, and the man's deep voice sounded again: "A poor man, a poor man who is trapped like you." ”

The look of suspicion on Polia's face became even heavier, and she asked in a loud voice, "Same as me?" Stuck? Is there another prison above my cell? Why didn't I see you the first few times I was locked in?! Did you just get locked in? ”

The man seemed to be very helpless by this string of questions, and it took a while for him to answer Polya's questions one by one: "If you mean prison for 24 hours, then I think, yes." ”

"I'm not just locked up, but today, it's your first time singing, right?"

Today, it was indeed the first time that Polya had sung since she was imprisoned several times, and she was silent for a moment and said softly, "Can you tell me about you?" Your story, your world, whatever. ”

Today you ignore me, tomorrow you can't afford to climb.

(End of chapter)