Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 697: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

On the terrace of a high-end restaurant at one end of the city, Pei Zhaoye was leaning against the railing in a trance, an unlit cigarette between his slender fingers, and the night wind ruffled his carefully groomed hair.

Behind him, the entire restaurant was transformed into a romantic confession scene.

Fresh white roses covered the floor, and a violinist was tuning his strings in the corner.

Zhou Mingxuan and Xu Yan were still arguing about the final lighting effects.

"Hey, Brother Pei!" Zhou Mingxuan waved at him, "Where should I hide this bouquet of roses first?"

Pei Zhaoye did not answer.

On the phone screen he had just opened, the three messages were like three knives, piercing the expectant heart in his chest and making it bleed.

First, he clenched his fists.

Second, the cigarette butt breaks in the palm of your hand.

When he saw the last official transfer reminder, he suddenly laughed out loud.

"Burned."

He turned and walked away, his voice hoarse and uncharacteristic of himself.

Zhou Mingxuan was stunned.

Xu Yan hurriedly asked, "Brother Pei, if you leave, what will happen to these arrangements?"

"casual."

The moment the elevator door closed, Pei Zhaoye finally lit the cigarette.

The scarlet flames flickered in the darkness, just like his emotions that were torn into pieces at the moment.

She just frowned and he stopped smoking.

I thought a long time had passed, but now that I think about it, it’s only been seven days.

Ah.

It turns out that from beginning to end, he was the only one who was moved.

Song Yuesheng.

You do this for money, what a great acting skill.

He raised his head and blew out smoke rings, but he couldn't get rid of the anger that was stuck in his chest.

This unfamiliar pain left him at a loss.

Suffocating, sour but helpless.

The rain fell silently, and the night breeze blew across the empty terrace, rolling up a few rose petals.

In the school cafeteria, Song Yuesheng was biting on the straw of his milk tea while watching Sang Wan and Nono dealing with each other.

Nono felt that the effect was not obvious enough and that the methods used by the people S2 hired were too childish.

After half an hour of discussion, the original entrustment was maintained.

That is, in the last fifty days, let the client see the results.

When leaving the cafeteria, they found that it was raining. Sang Wan joked, "Xiao Yue, the heavens are crying for Pei Zhaoye."

Song Yuesheng stretched out her hand, and a drop of rain fell right into her palm, breaking into crystal water splashes.

She took her hand back and said calmly, "The weather forecast shows that there will be light rain around 10 o'clock tonight, and heavy rain from early morning to the next day. Sang Wan, don't treat the weather app in your phone as a decoration."

Sang Wan tilted her head and looked at her: "Xiao Yue, you know what? Sometimes you are so rational that it's scary."

"Wait, I'll go back to the dormitory to get an umbrella."

Song Yuesheng kindly reminded him, but he refused: "I'm only ten minutes away."

Sang Wan made a gesture of surrender, then turned and ran towards the dormitory.

Five minutes later, she came back panting with an umbrella in her hand and stuffed a folding umbrella with cartoon patterns on it into Song Yuesheng's hand.

Song Yuesheng sighed, and finally she opened the umbrella.

When she was leaving the school gate and walking across the zebra crossing with an umbrella, she suddenly heard an argument coming from the restaurant door.

"No money to eat anything!"

The boss shoved a teenager roughly.

The man staggered back into the rain, and the guitar bag in his arms hit the door frame with a dull thud.

Song Yuesheng was about to go around it, but changed his mind the moment he saw the boy looking up.

The rain slid down his pale cheeks, and the water droplets hanging on his eyelashes reflected broken light under the neon lights.

It’s the male protagonist Ruan Weichi.

She is now looking forward to when she will meet the last one.

"Sorry for being late."

Song Yuesheng suddenly stepped forward and took the boy's arm, tilting the umbrella to cover his trembling shoulders, "Why don't you wait for your sister to come and pay together?"

Ruan Weichi froze in place.

Before I could react, I was taken back to the warm room.

"I'll have one of everything on the menu."

Song Yuesheng took out a tissue and handed it to him, his eyes sweeping over the guitar bag he was holding tightly.

The waterproof fabric is printed with the logo of a music college, and neat musical notes can be vaguely seen through the corner of paper sticking out of the plastic bag.

Ruan Weichi stared at the table full of dishes without picking up his chopsticks, his Adam's apple rolling nervously.

Seeing this, Song Yuesheng used a serving chopstick to pick up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it in his bowl: "This table of food is a clearly marked transaction. I will treat you to a meal, and you write a song for me."

The chopsticks fell onto the table with a "clack".

Ruan Weichi's pupils dilated slightly: "How... did you know..."

"Ning Yin's classmate." Song Yuesheng chuckled, and tapped the guitar that he was holding like a treasure. "Your identity is written on your equipment."

The rain dripped down Ruan Weichi's temples, leaving dark marks on the beige tablecloth.

His voice tightened: "As you can see, I'm still a freshman. My songs are not worth..."

"It will be worth it." Song Yuesheng interrupted him and scooped a bowl of hot soup and pushed it over, "Even if I'm not a singer..."

Her eyes fell on his rain-washed eyebrows and eyes, and she suddenly chuckled.

"With your face, if you go shopping in big malls more often, talent scouts will come to you sooner or later."

The glass window reflected the blurry images of two people.

Ruan Weichi looked at the calm silhouette of the woman opposite him, then looked down at his soaked sneakers.

As the rain outside the window grew heavier, he suddenly asked, "Why are you helping me?"

"invest."

Song Yuesheng used a serving chopstick to pick up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it in his bowl, "Wait until you get hot..."

She deliberately drawled out the tone.

"Maybe this meal can be exchanged for a VIP concert ticket? Or are you going to be ungrateful and find someone to shut me up when you become famous?"

"I won't."

Ruan Weichi answered too quickly, and when he looked up, a drop of rain fell from his eyelashes into the soup bowl.

Song Yuesheng looked at him and said with a smile: "My classmate Ning Yin, it seems that you have something to say about me."

Ruan Weichi's Adam's apple rolled and panic flashed in his eyes reflected in the soup.

The moment he opened his mouth, Song Yuesheng suddenly interrupted him.

"Forget it. I don't want to know now. After all, you won't hurt me. And in your current state, you can't beat me."

She held her face in her hands and asked, "Hey, what do you think of my proposal just now? I'm betting that you'll be famous in the future with this meal, and then you can return the concert tickets to me."

The sound of rain grew heavier, hitting the glass windows like some hidden drumbeat.

Ruan Weichi looked at her silhouette reflected in the window, and after a while he suddenly picked up the chopsticks.

In the warm light, the boy ate like a cautious stray cat, even chewing silently.

And now across the road.

In the black Maybach, Pei Zhaoye's knuckles were clenched until they turned white.

The rain blurred the car windows, but it couldn't hide the figures who were happily chatting in the restaurant.

He saw Song Yuesheng picking up food with a smile, and saw what she said that made the other party shy - he had also experienced these intimate gestures in the past seven days.

But at this moment, it's not him.

The dashboard lit up with a glaring red light.

Pei Zhaoye slammed the accelerator, and the tires rolled over the puddles, splashing water as high as a person, which looked like torn moonlight.