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Chapter 206 Really Hurts

Nie Hehuan's eyes flashed suddenly, and his heart beat suddenly.

Grabbing Shen Mengmeng's hand, she turned around and was about to leave.

But just as he turned around, a black shadow suddenly covered him.

Nie Hehuan lowered his head lightly, and when he saw the figure on the floor, his heart skipped a beat.

"what."

Shen Mengmeng's short scream rang out from beside her ears, and then, the back of Nie Hehuan's hand suddenly hurt.

Nie Hehuan's eyelashes trembled stiffly, glanced at the back of Shen Mengmeng's hand that was unconsciously pinched by Shen Mengmeng's other hand, and clenched her teeth hard.

The black shadow slowly crawled from the floor to her legs, and then covered it little by little.

soon.

In front of Nie Hehuan's eyes, two tight long legs appeared, wrapped in black trousers. The legs were straight and tight, full of strength.

The familiar masculine breath rushed into her nostrils wrapped in ice scum.

Nie Hehuan squeezed the other hand tightly, as if it was cold, and both legs were shivering.

"Old, boss..."

Shen Mengmeng was extremely nervous, her voice trembled violently, her eyes flickered timidly, and she kept looking at the man standing in front of Nie Hehuan with a cold face.

She felt that her own luck was so "good" that she had nothing to say, and she could run into such a majestic man who had only appeared in legends wherever she went.

If there were a few more "chance encounters", she was worried that her little heart would not be able to withstand the explosion.

Every bone in Nie Hehuan's body was stiff to varying degrees, and he could hear the creaking sound of the bones when he moved a little.

"Boss..." Shen Mengmeng stared at Nie Hehuan in confusion.

Nie Hehuan closed her eyes, and after a few seconds, she opened them, lowered her head and said, "Let's eat at another restaurant."

Shen Mengmeng, "..."

After Nie Hehuan finished speaking, she dragged Shen Mengmeng to leave the restaurant, bypassing the people in front of her.

"Aren't you the one who blocked me in the bathroom last night and forced me to accept your interview?"

At this moment, Zhai Simo's raised voice came from one side.

Nie Hehuan, "..."

Shen Mengmeng swallowed her saliva, and quickly glanced at Zhai Simo who got up from his seat and walked towards them.

Nie Hehuan was obedient, but he couldn't say the phrase "I'm not".

Zhai Simo came over and stood beside the big ice cube in front of Nie Hehuan, put his hands in his pockets, licked Nie Hehuan, and hummed, "It seems that we are destined."

fate?

Nie Hehuan lowered her eyebrows, she didn't think so.

"Since we are so destined, I will reluctantly agree to your interview." Zhai Simo said in a high-pitched tone like a "gift".

Nie Hehuan hasn't spoken yet.

Shen Mengmeng pinched the back of Nie Hehuan's hand again excitedly.

"hiss……"

Nie Hehuan shook his hands in pain and gasped.

Zhan Ting closed his eyes deeply, and suddenly his eyes were gloomy and focused on Shen Mengmeng.

Shen Mengmeng almost cried in fright, turned around, faced Nie Hehuan sideways, and hid behind Nie Hehuan.

But also because of this, the hand she pinched the back of Nie Hehuan's hand became even tighter.

Nie Hehuan trembled from the pain, gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at Shen Mengmeng, "Mengmeng."

"Ah?" Shen Mengmeng looked at Nie Hehuan with a trembling voice, like a frightened little white rabbit.

Nie Hehuan twitched the corner of his mouth and said lightly, "I don't feel any pain at all."

Shen Mengmeng, "..."

After staring at Nie Hehuan's side face for a few seconds, he suddenly realized something, and looked down at his hand pinching the back of her hand.

When she saw that the back of Nie Hehuan's white and tender hands were pinched out in groups of red marks, she was so frightened that she let go of her hand softly, and apologized to Nie Hehuan repeatedly.

Nie Hehuan's eyelashes flickered slightly, and he took her hand and squeezed it to comfort her, signaling that he was fine.

Zhan Ting glanced at the bruises on the back of Nie Hehuan's hands with deep cold eyes, raised his eyebrows lightly, and looked sideways at Zhai Simo who was standing beside him.

Sensing his gaze, Zhai Simo twitched his eyes, cleared his throat, raised his chin and said to Nie Hehuan, "Interview, do you want to do it? If you don't do it this time, you won't have a chance in the future. "

Nie Hehuan's thin white fingers were almost broken by himself.

"Boss, don't miss this opportunity."

Shen Mengmeng glanced timidly at Zhan Tingshen and Zhai Simo, and whispered in Nie Hehuan's ear at a lowered volume.

Nie Hehuan's brows under the bangs of the wig were furrowed, the drooping eyelashes trembled irregularly, and a pair of jet-black eyes under the eyelids moved rapidly.

A few seconds later, Nie Hehuan suddenly took a deep breath and said, "Do it."

As soon as Nie Hehuan finished speaking, a dark light quickly flashed across Zhan Ting's deep and dark eyes, and then he walked in front of Nie Hehuan and walked towards the dining table where Zhai Simo was sitting before.

The corners of Nie Hehuan's eyes glanced at those long legs and walked away, a pair of clear eyes gradually covered with a thin layer of concern.

……

Nie Hehuan: "Director Zhai, your film and television works have been rather gray and depressing in recent years. Have you thought about making some light-hearted and humorous film and television themes in the future?"

Zhai Simo: "The spicy crayfish in Juxiang Pavilion is far inferior to the crayfish in Mingyue Pavilion in Tong City."

Shen Mengmeng: "..."

Nie Hehuan: "Director Zhai, some people say that you are a genius in the director world, what do you think of this sentence?"

Zhai Simo: "Tsk tsk, what are you talking about about Lafite in 82, why does it taste so bad when you drink it, bad review."

Shen Mengmeng: "..."

Nie Hehuan: "You said before that there will be a film every year. For this year's film, can you tell me what direction you are shooting?"

Zhai Simo: "This black-bone chicken soup is not bad, Ting Shen, drink some."

Shen Mengmeng: "..."

Nie Hehuan closed her eyes, if she still doesn't know that Zhai Simo deliberately walked her to play, then she really has a problem with IQ!

Taking a deep breath, Nie Hehuan simply closed the notebook in his hand and said, "I think it's better to wait for Director Zhai to finish his meal before interviewing. I'll go to the bathroom first."

"Boss..."

When Shen Mengmeng heard that Nie Hehuan was going to the bathroom, she became nervous.

Once she left, wouldn't she have to face the two big Buddhas by herself?
Shen Mengmeng refused in her heart.

However, after Nie Hehuan finished speaking, she got up and walked towards the bathroom. Shen Mengmeng said that she was going with her before she had time to say it.

Shen Mengmeng watched Nie Hehuan's back turning into the corridor leading to the bathroom, and silently shed two lines of lasagna tears in her heart.

……

Toilet.

Nie Hehuan sat on the flush toilet in one of the toilet cubicles with her back straight, her face was pale, her brows were slightly furrowed, and there were traces of uneasiness and sorrow floating in her clear eyes.

The throbbing heart in the left heart has not been able to calm down until now.

Tread-

The sound of leather shoes landing suddenly came through the toilet door.

Nie Hehuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, he took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to rub his face, and tried to cheer himself up before standing up.

The sound of footsteps stopped at this moment, and it stopped just outside her toilet cubicle.

Nie Hehuan paused, looked down through the gap between the door panel and the ground, and saw a pair of shiny black leather shoes for men.

Nie Hehuan's breathing stopped suddenly, and his back was instantly covered with layers of coolness.

"Like being in the bathroom?"

Suddenly.

The deep and cool voice unique to men came in faintly.

Nie Hehuan, "..." Goosebumps arose all over his body, his whole body was frozen from hair to toenails, and he stared at the door with a pale face, not daring to vent his breath.

"My patience is limited, so come out obediently." The man said again, his voice added a layer of sternness.

Nie Hehuan's back was tense, and the corners of his eyes were red in circles. There was a sense of panic... as if he had been cornered.

What should she do now...?
"Can't you come out?"

The man's voice suddenly lowered, and he said coldly.

Nie Hehuan's eyes widened and narrowed deeply, the corners of his eyes were unbelievably red, and he blinked in panic.

bang——

"what……"

The door of the room was kicked open when Nie Hehuan was completely unprepared.

Nie Hehuan jumped up from the toilet in fright, retreated to the corner of the cubicle, shrugged his shoulders tremblingly, took a breath, and stared at the man standing outside the cubicle with an extremely sinister expression.

Even though there was still a distance of at least one meter between the two of them, the cold air that shot out from his body was like a sharp knife, slashing at her body one by one.

Nie Hehuan clenched her hands tightly, her pale face and her red lips formed a strong visual impact.

The man stood there, staring at Nie Hehuan's face with cold eyes, so deep, so...hateful!
The two just looked at each other like this, one fearful and the other cold.

Suddenly.

The man leaped into the cubicle like a lion, his high-spirited physique approaching Nie Hehuan in the blink of an eye.

Nie Hehuan gasped in shock. Before she could fully react, the man lifted her collar from behind and walked straight out of the cubicle.

Nie Hehuan was really lifted completely, his legs were suspended in the air.

Walking to the sink, Nie Hehuan was thrown down at once, holding his neck from behind and pressing down on the sink.

The faucet was turned on by the man, and at the same time, cold water hit her face in streams.

"what……"

Nie Hehuan screamed softly from the shock of the cold water, trembling down his spine.

Supporting the cold sink with both hands in horror, she threw her head back desperately, trying to break free from the man's big hand that was bound on the back of her neck.

But no.

Nie Hehuan let out a choked sob, his face was cold, he couldn't tell whether it was water or tears, and wept hoarsely, "It hurts."

The man ignored her, pressed her neck with one hand, and rinsed her face with cold water from back to front with the other hand. His palm was broad and strong. After a few strokes, Nie Hehuan couldn't stand the pain and cried softly, "It hurts, really!" the pain..."

"Ah."

The man scolded coldly, and although he stopped washing Nie Hehuan's face, he loosened his hand holding her neck and pulled the wig off her head.

At that moment, Nie Hehuan burst into tears in pain, and angrily stomped on the man's foot on her heel.

But the man didn't seem to feel the pain at all, he roughly grabbed Nie Hehuan's long hair with his big hands and forced her to tilt her head back.

In an instant, Nie Hehuan's little face, which was covered with drops of water, appeared in the mirror in front of the sink.

(End of this chapter)