Emperor Shao chased his wife crazy

Xi Shiliu didn't bother to care about Song Yiran, but just reminded her to be careful.

Sure enough, something happened to the things Song Yiran sold.

There was no safety guarantee at all, and they were all made by some small workshops. Someone bought something in her live broadcast room, ate it badly, and directly sued her to court.

"Cousin, what should I do? I've just started my career now, if I get banned by the platform, I'm really doomed! I finally gained some popularity!"

"Why did you go early! I told you not to sell these three-no products, but you just didn't listen!"

Seeing Song Yiran sitting on the sofa crying, Xi Shiliu became angry. After she understood the whole thing clearly, she stopped Song Yiran's live broadcast for the past few days.

"Help me! I'm also here to lighten your burden! I'm also here for the two of us to have a good life!"

Song Yiran only knew how to cry. When she was at Leji Company, the company took care of her when something happened. When she was at Shen's family, Shen's family took care of it for her. Now she can only rely on Xishiliu.

Annoyed by her crying, Xi Shiliu had no choice but to contact the public relations he knew before, and paid them to deal with it.

Sure enough, it had to be a professional public relations company. This matter was resolved cleanly, and there was no trace of it even on the Internet.

After this incident, Song Yiran felt that it was not reliable for small internet celebrities to bring goods, and there were risks in earning less, and the money she earned was not enough for her to spend on luxury goods.

I got other ways to get money from some friends, and I dressed up beautifully at night, and ran into Xi Shiliu who was off work as soon as I went out.

"Where are you going dressed like this?"

Xi Shiliu looked Song Yiran up and down. She was wearing a miniskirt with suspenders, revealing her slender and white thighs. Her hair was also specially styled and draped over her shoulders, which was especially sexy.

The makeup is also bold and coquettish, and the smell of perfume is even more tangy.

"I" Song Yiran hesitated, "I have a class reunion, oops, it's too late, I'll tell you when I come back!"

She pushed Xi Shiliu away, and ran quickly on her high heels.

After leaving the door, he took a taxi directly to the hotel, looking flustered along the way.

"President Wang! I'm sorry, there is some traffic jam on the road, I'm late! I'll punish myself with three cups first!"

Entering the hotel box, several old men were sitting on the sofa, Song Yiran skillfully sat on a man's lap, poured a glass of wine and drank it down.

The man's hand slowly stroked Song Yiran's thigh, and he poked his way through her clothes.

"Oops! Hate."

"come on!"

Song Yiran took out his phone and shook the page, "Mr. Wang, I fell in love with a bag recently! How do you see it?"

Without further ado, Mr. Wang took out his mobile phone and transferred tens of thousands of dollars to Song Yiran.

"Is it enough?"

"Thank you, Mr. Wang!" With a charming voice, she wrapped her arms around Mr. Wang's neck, allowing his hands to swim around her body.

The door of the box was opened a crack, and the atmosphere inside was ambiguous, and no one noticed.

Dong Xingyuan took a clear picture of the scene inside from the crack of the door, even Song Yiran's panting expression was captured.

He left the hotel and walked alone on the empty street, feeling cold in his heart.

He hated Song Yiran, but he also hated himself, especially when he saw that Song Yiran was so despicable to the point of compensated dating, he just felt that his liking for her in the past was disgusting!

It was a long time before he saw Song Yiran coming out at the hotel entrance. Her clothes were messy and crumpled to her body, her make-up was also worn out, but her expression was very energetic.

Dong Xingyuan followed her several times, each time taking pictures of Song Yiran's disgusting experience.

Song Yiran was happily looking in the mirror with an expensive and luxurious bag when he received a text message from Dong Xingyuan.

There are only a few short words, "The rooftop we used to go to, tonight, I will wait for you there."

She was slightly taken aback, unable to figure out what Dong Xingyuan meant.

I don't want to go at all, but I also want to see Dong Xingyuan's desolate and shabby appearance.

After all, he pushed himself out of the elevator with his own hands, and also ruined his dream of being a wealthy family with his own hands.

On the rooftop, Dong Xingyuan was leaning against the corner alone. He was wearing a black suit and put on his sweater hat, blending into the darkness.

This used to be the happiest place for him and Song Yiran. They secretly met here, secretly fell in love here, and every place is a memory.

Now it only made him feel disgusted with everything, and he had no other feelings except regret.

The door of the roof was opened with a "snap". He looked up and saw Song Yiran's figure.

"What do you want me to do? There should be nothing to talk about between us!"

Song Yiran's tone was cold, and he stood opposite Dong Xingyuan, looking him up and down.

The person who was so brilliant and shining in the past has now become like this, decadent and defeated.

The aura of stardom on his body is gone, his back is slightly hunched, and even his aura is no different from that of ordinary people.

"how have you been?"

"Are you concerned about me?" Song Yiran sneered, "Don't you know how I am? Thanks to you pushing me in the elevator, otherwise how could I become what I am today!"

"I didn't know you had a fake pregnancy."

Dong Xingyuan took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took a deep puff and exhaled a circle of smoke.

"So...you are so cruel, you want me to have a miscarriage."

Song Yiran's voice trembled slightly, she always thought that Dong Xingyuan loved her, even if she kept using him and hurting him, he couldn't hurt himself.

"Shouldn't it? My life was also ruined by you. If it's fair to ruin your life, it will be considered a write-off."

"Then why are you looking for me now! Are you looking at my jokes? Huh, why do you look at my jokes! What are you?"

She went back angrily, and was offended by Dong Xingyuan who was smoking indifferently.

"What the hell do you mean!"

"It's nothing interesting. You're living a pretty good life now! You can get an expensive bag if you sleep with someone else. This one is also for sleeping with someone, right?"

Dong Xingyuan's tone was mocking, he pointed to the brand-name bag on Song Yiran's body, and sneered.

"Nonsense! Dong Xingyuan! I don't have time to listen to you slandering me here!"

"slander?"

"I'm leaving! Don't send me any more messages in the future! We don't mess with each other!"

Suddenly, Dong Xingyuan took out some photos from his pocket and threw them on Song Yiran.

She leaned over to pick it up and looked at it, then looked up at Dong Xingyuan in disbelief.

"Where did you get these things!"

The photos are full of Song Yiran sitting on the laps of various men, looking charming and coquettish.