Back to the ’80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend - Chapter 797

[797. Chapter 797 A hellish torture]

As for the other half not regretting it, it depends on the resources the other party has pulled for her these days.

Song Yinyin endorsed an advertisement for a brewery during the filming of “For Women”, which is being broadcast on Youcheng Satellite TV during prime time.

This greatly increased her popularity, and even she was looked at highly by the crew.

But thinking of what all this was exchanged for, Song Yinyin felt a little broken.

“Let’s get started.”

Qiu Qianghai said lightly, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Hearing this, Song Yinyin trembled and came to the table a few times, knelt on her knees, and picked up a few books on the table.

She took one of the book-covered books in her hand, and turned to the page she saw last time in shame.

What caught my eye was the graceful handwriting, with dense notes, obviously from the hands of a woman.

Sitting on the sofa, Qiu Qianghai gently and carefully stroked the red woven rope on his wrist.

He stared at Song Yinyin who was kneeling in front of the table, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and a complex nostalgic light.

Even though the woman in front of her is somewhat similar to Minmin, they are not the same person after all, no matter in appearance or temperament.

Song Yinyin can only say that she has the shadow of Minmin.

“Read!” Qiu Qianghai said in a slightly dissatisfied voice.

Song Yinyin held the notebook in her hand, gritted her teeth, and began to recite word by word: “”Qin Feng Wuyi”, why is it called Wuyi?

Qiu Qianghai interrupted her lightly: “Wrong, lower your voice and be gentler.” Song

Yinyin, who was kneeling in front of the table, bowed her head, her face twisted and embarrassed.

These days, the man in front of her actually asked her to recite all the notes in the notebook in her hand, and also asked her to comb her ponytail and wear the school uniform of Youcheng No. 1 Middle School.

That’s all, this man is still perverted, let her learn every move of another woman.

If something is wrong, correct her over and over again.

I still remember one time, because she was reading a poem and one of the words had an incorrect accent and a dialect, the man made her read that poem all night.

Throughout the night, although she had a chance to drink water, she had no time to rest.

She read it over and over again, even if she read it correctly in the end, the other party still didn’t let her stop, and it didn’t stop until she read it until dawn and the other party left.

Not only that, but even her every move must be measured properly. For example, when facing Qiu Qianghai, she can’t look directly at the other party’s face, and she must look shy.

The angle of the chin tilt, the posture of standing or sitting, all follow the rules of the other party.

Even the food she doesn’t like should be eaten in front of the other person.

Also make it look like you like it.

Thinking of those tortures, Song Yinyin’s whole body is not well.

It’s harder than a day of filming on the set. It’s not physical torture, it’s mental and spiritual torture.

Song Yinyin felt that if she continued, she would explode in a metamorphosis.

I thought it was a physical transaction, as long as she lay flat and did whatever she wanted, she could easily get everything she wanted.

But I never thought that it was a hellish torture.

After waiting for a long time, without waiting for Song Yinyin’s movement, Qiu Qianghai raised his eyes and stared at each other with sharp eyes: “Continue!”

Song Yinyin swallowed, squeezed the book in her hand, lowered her voice, and The voice continued to read: “Wang Yuxing, repair my sword. I share the same hatred with my son…”

(End of this chapter)