It's still not right!" Qiu Qianghai's voice was low and cold, and he expressed his dissatisfaction bluntly.

Song Yinyin, who was holding the notebook, trembled when she heard this.

Her face distorted and collapsed, and she looked up uneasily at Qiu Qianghai who was sitting on the sofa.

"Mr. Qiu?"

"Start all over again, and if you don't work, you will be more familiar. ”

"......" Song Yinyin's innocent face was full of collapse, she was about to cry!

This meant that she was asked to read poetry all night.

Qiu Qianghai lightly withdrew his eyes and gazed gently at the red braided rope on his wrist.

This was given to him by Gu Minmin, and the braided rope was a handiwork in the other party's class, and it was the only thing that Minmin gave him.

To this day, Qiu Qianghai still remembers that when the girl gave him the braided rope, her face was ruddy and shy, and she was both expectant and nervous.

Those images were as if they happened yesterday, forever imprinted in his mind.

Song Yinyin knew that if she didn't take it seriously, she would fall into hellish torture again tonight.

She calmed down, stared at the notes in her hand, and adjusted her mind repeatedly.

At this moment, she went through all the requirements that Qiu Qianghai had for her in her mind.

After a while, she exhaled deeply, lowered her voice, pinched her throat, and began to read again in a strange and strange tone.

"Qin Feng No Clothes", how can it be said that there are no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son!

How can you say that there is no clothes, with the son, Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd, and work with the son!

How can you say that you have no clothes? Dress with your son, Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers, and walk with your son!"

Song Yinyin read it down in one breath this time.

Not hearing an unpleasant interruption, she felt a little complacent in her heart, feeling that she had escaped.

However, Qiu Qianghai's next words made her fall to hell in an instant.

"Go on, read this poem for the rest of the night. ”

Song Yinyin's eyes widened, she really cried this time, choked up and begged: "Mr. Qiu, I have to go to film early tomorrow, if I stay up all night and be in a bad state tomorrow, I will definitely be scolded by the director!"

Qiu Qianghai relaxed his body and leaned back on the sofa, staring at her with disdain and mockery, the corners of his lips curled with a touch of evil and unpleasant arc.

"My deal with you is clearly written in black and white, I give you everything you want, and you have to give priority to everything I ask, as for your work, it has nothing to do with me. ”

Song Yinyin's face was eager: "It's ......"

"If you can't accept it, get out!" Qiu Qianghai drank tonight, and his temper was a little not good.

He didn't feel right tonight.

Obviously, Song Yinyin looks the most like Minmin, but he still feels very strange.

Even if the other party did what he asked, and the pretentious Xue Minmin made every move, he still felt that nothing was right.

Qiu Qianghai's unsuppressed outburst of dissatisfaction completely shut up Song Yinyin.

Get lost?

She just tasted a little sweetness, and let her go?

Wouldn't that be all the torture before!

As long as she can become a big star, her patience now is worth it.

Isn't it just learning from another person, she is learning!

Song Yinyin pinched her throat and began to read again: ""Qin Feng No Clothes, how can you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear ......"

She read it over and over again, but Qiu Qianghai didn't bother her again.

Sometimes Song Yinyin thought that the other party was asleep, otherwise why didn't she move for a long time.

When she looked up, she found Qiu Qianghai leaning on the sofa, staring at the red braided rope on her wrist with gentle and painful eyes.

(End of chapter)