Song Chinese New Year's Eve took a bath and sat at the head of the bed with his hair draped, looking at the black umbrella that was stretched out in front of him and placed on the ground and began to be in a daze again.

Is it true that everyone who drifts with the tide on the sea is like this, feeling that they have touched the soil, and they don't wait to see whether it is an island or land, and they don't cling to the past without their brains?

Then she sneered, thinking to herself, in her last life, she was blind, and when she touched the mud, she thought it was the shore, sober up, Song Chinese New Year's Eve...

fell on the bed with a "bang", but in the next second, the originally chaotic thoughts were blown up by the ringtone of the mobile phone that hit the eardrums.

Oh my god!

She slapped her forehead and exhaled, pulling her phone out of her ear.

An unfamiliar number.

"Hello?" She hesitated for a moment, then slid down to answer.

"Is it Miss Song Chinese New Year's Eve?" It's a young male voice.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve glanced at the number again in confusion, confirmed, did not know.

"You are?"

"Let me introduce myself, you can call me Maz, I am a portrait photographer in Mingxi Photography Magazine Studio, I happened to find Miss Song's photos on the university campus forum, and I think it is really very suitable for our next issue of shooting style, so I took the liberty to inquire about Miss Song's contact information, hoping that Miss Song can give a chance, because the style of this issue is difficult to find..."

Before he finished listening, the previous melancholy literary style and messy thoughts and Sven scum were all forgotten to the clouds, and Song Chinese New Year's Eve remembered one thing, and his face instantly became cold.

She suppressed the upside-down emotions in her heart, and replied in a calm voice, "Shoot magazines?" Let me think about it. ”

There was a smile on the other end of the phone, "Okay, then Miss Song, can you leave a WeChat first?" Easy to contact. ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve gave.

In an office, a young man puts down the phone and pinchs his chin to look appreciatively at the pictures lying in his mailbox.

Where did he have any time to go to the campus forum by chance, someone directly sent her a photo and contact information of Song Chinese New Year's Eve, and judging from the photo, she is indeed very suitable.

So, he completely ignored the person who sent him the email, it should have been just a cameraman who went out to pick up the scenery and captured it by chance, and he felt that his temperament was outstanding, so he sent it to him...

After hanging up, the phone was thrown to the bedside by Song Chinese New Year's Eve.

If she hadn't come to the door, she would have almost forgotten something.

Topless.

Xu Baiqing asked her a question before imprisoning her.

- What is the password of Song Ningzhao's account.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve didn't know.

What password? Account password? Account?

She just saw Xu Baiqing's face clearly at that time, her bones were very hard, even if she had nothing, she didn't say a word, but Xu Baiqing mistakenly thought that she knew but didn't say it, so she took a stack of photos in front of her.

Topless photos of her.

She didn't even know where the background was, but the photo was indeed her face, her body, and even the mole on her chest.

She couldn't see what her face was at that time, but she was scared and lost her seven souls, and her eyes were full of thoughts, when did Xu Baiqing shoot it? How many people have shown it? Did he disperse?

She cried like crazy, cursed, and was useless, and was finally sent to a mental hospital by him, and he asked that question once every other month, and after asking for several months there was no answer, and he didn't enter the door.

And Song Chinese New Year's Eve is really going crazy, in those months, all she thought about was that photo, whether it had been spread all over the Internet...

There was so much hatred, and after another ten years, of course she didn't remember.

This phone call is all back!

Xu Baiqing's movements are really fast enough, just when they meet, they can't wait?

Song Chinese New Year's Eve's fingers were pinched tightly, until the nails pierced the skin and flesh, and the sharp pain did not react.