Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 694: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

The night is getting darker.

Song Yuesheng leaned against the street lamp outside the restaurant, her fingertips casually turning her phone, the light from the screen reflected on the corners of her slightly raised lips.

"I need a class schedule from your Academy of Fine Arts."

Sang Wan was just looking down to reply to the group message. Hearing this, he paused and looked up suddenly: "The class schedule of the Academy of Fine Arts... You don't want to go directly to that school girl, do you?"

Song Yuesheng didn't answer, but just raised his eyebrows lazily, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes.

Sang Wan was anxious and tugged at her sleeve: "Xiao Yue, we haven't even touched the edge of eight million yet, don't be impulsive! The premise of this commission is to become eight million..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

In my peripheral vision, I saw a slender figure walking out of the revolving door of the restaurant. His black suit made his shoulders stand out sharply in the night.

Sang Wan immediately let go of Song Yuesheng's sleeve, took a step back, and lowered her voice very low: "...He's here too."

Song Yuesheng didn't look back, but her fingertips stopped turning the phone.

"I'm leaving first," Sang Wan said quickly, "I'll stay and watch your performance. I'm afraid you'll laugh and affect your performance."

She turned and walked away, her steps as brisk as a cat that had stolen some fish.

But after taking a few steps, he suddenly braked, turned around and waved vigorously in the direction of Song Yuesheng.

"Song Yuesheng! I have to hand in my drawing assignment tomorrow, so I'm going back to school first! You can take a taxi back later. You don't live on campus anyway."

Her voice is clear and loud.

The passers-by around all turned their heads, and their inquiring gazes fell on Song Yuesheng like spotlights.

Song Yuesheng: "..."

Thank you.

Call her by her full name.

It was also specifically pointed out that she did not live on campus and there was no so-called dormitory checking time.

She paused for a moment and replied to Sang Wan: "Okay, go back quickly."

After saying that, Song Yuesheng quickly put on her mask, lowered her head and walked quickly in the opposite direction, just like an ordinary female student who was embarrassed and angry after being called out by her friends in public.

After walking a few steps, a pair of shiny leather shoes suddenly came into view.

She pretended not to see it, bumped into him with her shoulder, and then stepped back in panic the moment they touched: "Sorry, sorry, I..."

When I looked up, I met a pair of dark eyes.

The color of his eyes was extremely deep, as if quenched by the mist of a cold night, yet they were also filled with some repressed emotions.

It’s not Pei Zhaoye, but Wen Jingheng.

The gangster protagonist who only started a story with the heroine two years later.

Even though the Sparrow Spirit is not here, the male protagonist actually appears early.

"It's not safe for a girl to go home at night." Wen Jingheng's voice was low but gentle, "I'll take you there."

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly, hiding the inquiry in his eyes perfectly.

She took a half step back and gave a distant smile: "Sir, you don't look like a taxi driver. I don't leave with strangers. My friend will take me back."

After saying that, she moved sideways around him and trotted towards the figure that was about to disappear in her peripheral vision.

Wen Jingheng stood there without moving.

He looked at Song Yuesheng's fleeing back.

stranger?

He chuckled.

Still so unwilling to accept the reality.

But better than before.

At the very least, I am willing to call him "Sir".

**

When Song Yuesheng tried to stop Pei Zhaoye breathlessly, the other party turned around suddenly and she almost fell into his arms.

"Is it not enough to climb up to the Wen family?"

Pei Zhaoye sneered and loosened his tie, his eyes burning with inexplicable anger, "The Wen family's assets are enough for you to squander until your next life."

"The Wen family? Which Wen family?"

Song Yuesheng blinked in confusion, "I can't even catch up with my major courses, how can I have time to pay attention to these?"

"If you weren't in the same school as me, I would only see you on the news."

Pei Zhaoye: "Who knows whether what you said is true or not?"

Song Yuesheng suddenly stood on tiptoe, her eyelashes casting a butterfly-like shadow under her eyes: "You get so angry just by looking at me talking to others..."

She deliberately dragged out the last word and her fingertips brushed across the other person's stiff wrist.

"Have you finally figured out the answer?"

"Yes."

Pei Zhaoye's voice sounded like it had been rubbed by sandpaper, and his Adam's apple rolled heavily. "The answer is - it's impossible for me to like you."

"Ok."

Song Yuesheng took out his cell phone and slid his fingertips quickly across the screen. The red exclamation mark in the WeChat dialog box was particularly dazzling in the night.

She turned the black screen towards him: “This way there won’t be any misunderstanding for you.”

Pei Zhaoye's pupils suddenly shrank. The moment she turned around, he grabbed her wrist and rolled his fingertips over the beating of her pulse.

"You can't even tell what he's saying in anger." His voice was low, and his Adam's apple rolled with a dangerous tone, "How did you find a rich man in the club?"

Song Yuesheng looked down at his bound wrists and suddenly chuckled.

"So..." She leaned closer on purpose, her warm breath brushing the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist, "Do you like it?"

Pei Zhaoye let go suddenly as if he was scalded.

He turned around and loosened his tie with a somewhat embarrassed look.

"I need confirmation."

His voice was a little tense, and he reached for the cigarette case in the inside pocket of his suit, but paused when he saw her frowning slightly.

The cigarette box turned a circle in his palm and was put back into its place.

"So we need to try it as a couple for a week."

No matter what, Su Yutang is right.

Only through long-term contact can you know what you are thinking.

The two minutes that Song Yuesheng appeared every day in the past had no meaning at all.

Song Yuesheng said: "Why should I play this kind of game with you?"

"one million."

Pei Zhaoye said, "No matter what the result is in seven days, I will give you one million."

Pei Zhaoye noticed that she looked serious and thought she felt the amount was too much. However, he saw her turn on the recording on her phone and her eyes were brighter than the stars.

"Please tell me again, I'll keep some evidence so you don't have to deny it later."

Pei Zhaoye laughed angrily.

He tugged at his collar, his voice gnashing with gritted teeth: "You are indeed a vain woman."

Song Yuesheng nodded without hesitation: "In this world, only money does not lie and can give people a sense of security."

"Besides, my love for money doesn't conflict with my love for someone who is rich and handsome like you."

"You——" Pei Zhaoye was suddenly speechless, "How can you say such a thing so bluntly?"

"If you're in love, you can say it naturally." Song Yuesheng urged, "Hurry up and repeat what you just said about giving money, otherwise it will be more unsafe the later you go back."

She looked panic-stricken, like a single woman who was afraid to walk at night.

If it weren't for the punch he received last time, he would have believed it.

Pei Zhaoye suddenly felt that compared to her, the Su family's ability to pretend to be good was nothing.

Seeing Song Yuesheng keeping the recording as if it were a treasure, he couldn't help but frown.

How could someone love money so openly?

He said, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

"From now on?" Song Yuesheng trotted over.

"Yes."

"Okay then." Song Yuesheng suddenly opened his arms and blocked him, "Carry me."

"What did you say?" Pei Zhaoye paused.

"It's quite far from here to the parking lot." She tilted her head, her fingertips unconsciously circling the ends of her hair, "As a boyfriend, it's not too much to carry me for a while, right?"

"Or... Master Pei can't even do this?"

She looked up at him, the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye particularly eye-catching under the street light.

"Agreeing to your girlfriend's small conditions is your way of feeling intuitively. If you refuse to try anything, there is no need to waste seven days. We will accept this experiment right now."

Pei Zhaoye frowned: "Why are you so unreasonable to your boyfriend?"

"Because I like it, that's why I do this." She answered as a matter of course.

"How many rich people have you said this to?" Pei Zhaoye's voice suddenly became low.

Song Yuesheng looked serious, staring straight at him: "You are the first one in this world, and also my first boyfriend."

Pei Zhaoye's Adam's apple rolled violently.

He slowly squatted down: "Come up. You are the first person to ask me for this."

Song Yuesheng rushed over happily and wrapped her arms around his neck.

After he stood up, she opened the camera on her phone, adjusted the camera, pointed it at herself, and muttered something.

"Today is a memorable day. I took this video to commemorate the fact that I, Song Yuesheng, am finally single! The man is Pei Zhaoye!"

Pei Zhaoye's footsteps paused slightly.

The weight on his back was light, but it made a corner of his heart inexplicably soft.

He didn't notice that Song Yuesheng, who was lying on his shoulder, had his eyes fixed on the camera of his mobile phone.

In the camera, a slender figure was turning away, but leaving a burning mark in her eyes.

His eyes stayed on her until now.

She looks completely different from Su Yutang.

Who did Wen Jingheng think she was?