He is a sinister star.
Rare talent, unparalleled beauty, crazy pursuit of thousands of fans, countless honors, countless wealth, and enviable net worth. Fame, money, women, he lacked everything, everyone thought he was God's favorite.
During his childhood, he never met his biological father, lost his biological mother at the age of 4, and never experienced the warmth of home. In his youth, his first girlfriend fell in love with his eldest brother, but was betrayed by both his girlfriend and his family.
In front of the camera, he looked bright and bright with a bright smile. In private, he is cunning and cunning.
She appeared, a rainbow in his life, a ray of sunshine in his heart.
She, the idiot little maid.
An ordinary and ordinary girl, a nymphomaniac, determined to live for handsome boys and beautiful girls in this life. In order to draw handsome men and beautiful women, I learned painting. In order to take pictures of handsome guys and beautiful women, I majored in photography in college. Finally became a trainee photojournalist for an entertainment magazine.
She met him in an accident. This was a magical encounter caused by a camera. This was a day-to-day relationship brought about by a contract. She has been bullied and oppressed by him since then. How could it happen? She wants to stand up, she wants to fight back, and she wants to be the master of the family.
The love-hate entanglement between the shady star and the idiot maid begins here.
Fragment one:
He bent slightly and came close to her right ear. She blushed and her heart skipped a beat. Oh my god, what was the big star going to do? Wasn't he going to kiss her?
She was thinking wildly, her heart was racing, and she slowly closed her eyes.
But he whispered a number in her ear: "200,000."
She spoke bitterly, "Okay, I really can't afford that much money, what do you mean, compensation?"
He smiled faintly and said, "Well, from now on, you will be my personal maid."
Fragment two:
The towering building has a huge light box billboard installed on the roof. In the picture, Liu Yan is wearing a white shirt, with the buttons unbuttoned to the chest. Sexily exposing his toned chest muscles, but covering two points just right. He tilts his head slightly, still wearing his signature pigtails, looking at you with his narrow fox eyes, with a faint smirk at the corner of his mouth.
Bai Qianqian quickly glanced at Liu Yan in the driver's seat. She was indeed a monster, a coquettish man, and a male fox.
Liu Yan felt the gaze from Bai Qianqian, turned around and smiled faintly at her. Bai Qianqian was startled. He had been smiling at himself today, showing affection for nothing, and either committing adultery or stealing.
Liu Yan seemed to understand what she was thinking, and her smile deepened.