Song Xixi had a splitting headache and opened her eyes. In front of her eyes stood a man and a woman wearing strange clothes. Their makeup was also very different from the ones in Dashun Dynasty.

And everything around her was bizarre and bizarre that she had never seen before.

She, where is she?

Song Xixi remembered that she had clearly passed away. Could this be the underworld?

Before she could clear her thoughts, the greasy middle-aged man with a fat head and a round belly had already walked up to her, looked at her from top to bottom, suddenly stretched out his hand to lift her chin, and said with a leer, "What are you doing?"

It’s not an exaggeration to say that your face is the most beautiful in the world. I’ve always been the most compassionate person, so as long as you can make me happy tonight, I can consider arranging a role with more scenes for you in the movie.”

"How presumptuous!" Song Xixi threw away the man's hand in disgust and yelled angrily: "I am the Queen of Dashun, how can you, Xiaoxiao, insult me ​​at will!"

If you dare to offend the following, are you not afraid of being executed by the whole family and the nine clans will be killed?

The man was frightened by Song Xixi's inviolable aura of superiority coming from his bones.

"I? Queen?" Li Miaoying was also startled. Song Xixi's eyes were cold and not angry, and she was completely different from Quail who usually didn't dare to speak loudly. However, she quickly recovered and her laughter was sharp and unrestrained.

"Song Xixi, I think you are stupid in filming."

Li Miaoying's voice paused, and her sarcasm became even louder, "As long as you serve Producer Wang happily tonight, it doesn't matter whether you regard yourself as a queen or a concubine."

He was just a little bastard picked up by the old man of the Sheng family out of compassion, but he dared to steal a man from her without knowing the truth.

After tonight, she will let everyone in the world know that Song Xixi, a newcomer who has just emerged in the entertainment industry, shamelessly climbed into the producer's bed in order to win the heroine of the movie "Painted Soul"

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Li Miaoying subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the chandelier. If she didn't look carefully, she wouldn't have noticed that there was a pinhole camera installed there.

As for the wedding of Song Xixi and Sheng Tingchen, it will also come to an end due to tonight's events.

Thinking of this, Li Miaoying's mood suddenly improved, "A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so I won't bother you. Producer Wang, please don't forget that you have to keep the heroine of your new movie for me."

"Of course I will remember your contribution." Producer Wang urged impatiently: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't delay me from doing my business."

The door was closed quietly, and Producer Wang approached Song Xixi step by step, "Should you take off your clothes yourself, or should I do it?"

Song Xixi glanced at him indifferently, as if she had encountered something disgusting. The disgust in her eyes was not hidden, and she said unhurriedly: "I have always been served by others."

Producer Wang plays with a lot of female celebrities on weekdays, and none of them are smiling and ready for you to pick. This is the first time he sees someone as unruly and unruly as her. Producer Wang is immediately aroused to tame them, and reaches out to meet Song Xixi.

He looked up at his shoulders and said with a smile: "Men should really do things like undressing and taking off their belts..."

Before he finished speaking, Producer Wang felt a tightness in his wrist, and a sharp pain quickly came.

Then, Song Xixi's right leg swept out and directly hit Wang's legs. He only felt a pain in his legs and his knees became extremely weak. Before he could recover, Song Xixi threw him over his shoulder with a backhand, and he was stunned.

This fat ball weighing more than 200 kilograms fell flat on its back.

For a moment, the screams were so loud that they almost brought down the roof.

Producer Wang rubbed his waist that was about to be broken, glared at Song Xixi, gritted his teeth and cursed: "You little bitch, you dare to attack me, let's see how I deal with you today..."

Song Xixi didn't give him a chance to finish what he said, and kicked him hard in the chest. His body flew off the smooth floor and slammed into the corner.

With a dull impact, Producer Wang almost heard the cracking sound of his own bones breaking, and the pain caused his internal organs to shift out of place.

After all, she, Song Xixi, was born in a family of generals. Although she could not follow her father and brother on the battlefield and serve the country with loyalty, she could easily deal with a few local ruffians.

But with this move, Song Xixi was shocked to realize that this body was not hers. Although she had lived in the harem for many years and lived a pampered life, she had never given up the habit of practicing martial arts.

However, this body is really... too weak.

"You, you..." Producer Wang's face was pale, he was sweating violently, and he yelled in a high-pitched and trembling voice: "Come on, come on, get this little bitch!"

A few seconds later, two bodyguards in black broke into the door upon hearing the sound and surrounded Song Xixi step by step.

Producer Wang struggled to get up from the ground with one hand, spitting blood on the ground, a bloodthirsty scream flashed in his eyes, "Tie her up, the three of us will accompany this little girl tonight.

Bitch, have fun!"

If she dared to attack him, he would definitely let her taste what it was like to live worse than death.

The two bodyguards in black looked at each other, licked the corners of their mouths, and their eyes shone with excitement.

Song Xixi's expression darkened, her eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and she took the lead in launching a strong attack, picking up a floor-standing vase as high as a person and throwing it at her nearest bodyguard.

It hit him squarely on the head, and blood trickled down his forehead.

Boom!

The vase suddenly burst into pieces, and the man slowly fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

When the other bodyguard saw this, murderous intent arose in his eyes, and he rushed towards Song Xixi like a wild beast. However, Song Xixi was already on guard and nimbly dodged, rushed towards the sofa in a few steps and then used the force to rebound towards him.

Producer Wang was dumbfounded, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his heart. He couldn't believe that Song Xixi, a weak woman who looked like she would collapse in a strong wind, could actually take care of his two bodyguards in a matter of seconds.

The two bodyguards fell to the ground, motionless, and they didn't know if they were dead.

"Please...please let me go..." Song Xixi's eyes were cold. She looked at him as if she were looking at a dead body. Producer Wang's scalp was numb. Seeing her approaching him step by step, he staggered towards her.

Backwards.

But there was a cold wall behind him, and he had no way to retreat. He said in a trembling voice: "You... don't come over. Don't you want the female lead in "Painted Soul"? As long as you let me go, I will let you go."

You become the heroine..."

The fragment of the vase in Song Xixi's hand scratched Producer Wang's face, "Do you know what will happen to those who dare to offend me?"

Before Producer Wang could reply, a smell of urine suddenly wafted into the air.

Song Xixi lowered her head and saw that Producer Wang's pants were... wet with urine.

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"Miaoying, where are you taking me?"

"Tingchen, haven't you always wanted to break off your engagement with Song Xixi? Now, your chance has come." Li Miaoying had already left, but as soon as she walked out of the hotel, she unexpectedly bumped into Sheng Tingchen.

Catch a thief and take away the stolen goods, catch an adulterer in bed.
Chapter completed!