Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 698: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

"Give."

Song Yuesheng placed the umbrella he bought from the convenience store next to Ruan Weichi, and the plastic packaging made a slight rustling sound.

"Don't let your guitar get wet. Future big star."

When Ruan Weichi looked up, his eyelashes cast fine shadows under the light.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Song Yuesheng had already turned around and pushed open the glass door of the convenience store.

The cold wind mixed with rain blew in her face, and she subconsciously tightened her collar.

On the way home, the raindrops beat on the umbrella, making a fine rhythm.

Song Yuesheng's thoughts were even more chaotic than the sound of rain.

Ruan Weichi looked at her with too complicated eyes.

But there was no such person in the original owner's memory.

Su Yutang's attitude is also puzzling.

If he really had feelings for Pei Zhaoye, he should have come to cause trouble when the rumors were spreading. Why did he choose to find her today and ridicule her?

The roar of the hair dryer stopped abruptly.

Song Yuesheng casually tied up her half-dry hair. When she wrapped the hair tie around her for the third time, the doorbell rang again.

Who.

It's almost twelve o'clock.

She frowned, put on her coat, and walked to the entrance in her slippers.

On the screen, Pei Zhaoye's silhouette was blurred by the rain.

The strands of hair on his forehead stuck to his face wetly, and his suit jacket was discolored in patches of darker and lighter colors.

"Why is it so wet..."

The moment the door opened, words of reproach came out of his mouth.

Song Yuesheng reached out to pull his wrist and felt something cold.

She frowned and looked at the embarrassed man in front of her.

"Why didn't you bring an umbrella? What are you doing in my house so late at night?"

"Is there anything that can't be discussed tomorrow?"

"Forget it. Just sit here and I'll go get you a dry towel. The kettle is over there, pour it yourself."

Pei Zhaoye's pupils shrank slightly under the light.

Her attitude towards him remained the same, as if it was no different from before.

He followed her into the living room in silence, leaving a trail of water stains on the carpet.

He raised his hand to touch her falling hair, but when he was about to touch it, he saw her suddenly turn around.

"Song Yuesheng." Pei Zhaoye's voice was terribly hoarse. "Are you so impatient? Are you eager to draw a line as soon as the time is up?"

His fingertips trembled slightly at his sides, whether from the cold or anger, he couldn't tell.

Song Yuesheng looked at him calmly: "It was you who disappeared within the specified time, didn't reply to messages, and didn't answer calls."

"So you sent those messages on time?" Pei Zhaoye suddenly raised his voice, his eyes reddened, "Just like completing the KPI with precision to the second?"

"Didn't you say before that I didn't keep my promise?" Song Yuesheng tilted her head, a strand of wet hair slipping out of her hair tie, "I sent it to you on time today."

Pei Zhaoye took a half step back as if he had been hit.

He suddenly realized that the words he used to block her in the laboratory that day had now become a sharp sword to attack him.

What's even more ridiculous is that he personally made the rules of this seven-day trial.

"So..." His Adam's apple rolled and his voice suddenly dropped. "You have been working just for the one million in the past seven days?"

The rain dripped down his eyelashes like tears.

"According to what you said, no matter what the result is, I will get one million." Song Yuesheng's voice was as calm as if he was discussing the weather. "Why would I lie to you? Acting is tiring."

"Song Yuesheng!"

Pei Zhaoye grabbed her wrist suddenly with such force that she frowned slightly.

"Without that one million, would you not agree to my original proposal?"

"No."

Song Yuesheng answered quickly and even smiled slightly.

She raised her other hand and brushed her fingertips across his frowning brows: "Even without money, I would agree with your face."

She pressed her thumb to his lips, "No one doesn't like a handsome guy."

"Ah."

Pei Zhaoye suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

He let go of her hand, took a step back and bumped into the wall: "Wealth, beauty, you have it all. Song Yuesheng, is this what you like?"

His voice was a little self-deprecating, "Should I be glad that I have both, or should I applaud you for your honesty?"

Song Yuesheng turned and walked towards the locker. The voice coming from behind the locker door was a little muffled.

"If you want me to say something else... I'm sorry, I don't feel anything about you that I like, and you haven't even done anything to make me happy."

"In the past seven days, except for the time you came to the lab to see me, I was the one who paid the price."

Pei Zhaoye pressed his back against the cold wall and suddenly realized that what she said was true.

He was always watching how she treated him, and most of the time he ignored her existence.

Can……

but……

"Song Yuesheng, how can you make me believe that you like me? You are now..."

His voice suddenly choked up, "I'm not sad at all now."

Song Yuesheng took out a brand new bath towel from the cabinet.

"Why should I be sad? There is always another relationship after the relationship ends. Who would regard love as everything in life?"

Just as she was about to throw the towel to him, Pei Zhaoye suddenly put his arms around her waist from behind.

His forehead rested on her shoulder blade, and his heavy breath puffed into her neck, carrying a strong smell of alcohol.

Song Yuesheng's brows tightened instantly: "Pei Zhaoye, how much wine did you drink?"

"Don't go..."

Pei Zhaoye answered the question irrelevantly, as if he didn't hear her. His voice was muffled in her hair and was extremely hoarse.

His arms tightened a little more, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.

"I won't ask anymore... I won't ask anymore..."

The rain outside the window suddenly became heavier. The bean-sized raindrops hit the glass, making rapid tapping sounds, like some kind of ruthless countdown.

Song Yuesheng felt his chest rising and falling violently and heard his intermittent confession.

"I didn't reply to your message because I have booked a seat and prepared for a long time. I want to tell you the answer to the question you asked me..."

His voice was fragmented, as if it came from far away.

"I... don't want you to leave me. I'll get angry if I see you talking to other men..."

Song Yuesheng sighed, and his voice softened unconsciously: "You have a severe fever."

She gently placed her fingers on his tense arm, "Go take a hot shower first, I'll go get the medicine. We can talk tomorrow if there's anything else."

"no!"

He suddenly became excited and his hot lips brushed the skin of her neck.

"You haven't promised not to leave me."

"I know I didn't do well before and ignored your feelings. This is the first time I like someone, and no one around me has taught me how to treat someone I like."

His heart was beating so fast that he could feel the violent vibrations through his clothes.

"Song Yuesheng, please teach me how to avoid disappointing you..."

"Teach me how to like you...how to...love you..."

Song Yuesheng felt his body temperature rising higher and higher, and the arm around her began to tremble slightly.

She finally compromised and patted his arm: "Okay, I promise you. Let go quickly, or you will feel worse if you don't take the medicine."

Pei Zhaoye suddenly chuckled, released one hand and fumbled in his pocket.

When he took out his mobile phone, the recording interface appeared on the screen.

"I'll learn from you." His voice was weak but contained a hint of success. "You promised me... Now that you have evidence, you can't go back on your word..."

Before he finished speaking, Pei Zhaoye's body suddenly leaned forward.

The phone slipped from between the loosened fingers and fell heavily to the carpet with its owner, making a dull sound.

Song Yuesheng rubbed his temple helplessly.

I knew that this would happen when you talk to a drunk.

Now I not only have to help him bathe, but also have to feed him antipyretics.

After all this trouble, it was hard to fall asleep until one in the morning.

Her sleep!