Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 707: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Song Yuesheng arrived late.

The staff in the prop room had already dispersed and left, and only the students from the student union were cleaning up.

The problem with the prop bow is that the bowstring is stuck.

Just loosen it a little.

But Song Yuesheng always felt something was wrong.

She took several photos holding the bow and sent them to Sang Wan for her to see.

She bought the prop bow.

Maybe she could see that something was wrong.

When Song Yuesheng left the prop room, Pei Zhaoye was already waiting at the door.

His posture leaning against the door frame seemed casual, but his taut jawline and the hostility in his eyes hinted at what had just happened.

"Wait for a long time?"

"No."

Song Yuesheng reached out and grabbed her wrist with some force, as if to confirm her existence.

The moment their fingers were intertwined, he stuffed her hand directly into his coat pocket, his palm against her knuckles, his burning body temperature transmitting through her skin.

I don't know when it started snowing outside.

Pei Zhaoye put the woolen hat on her and his fingertips paused for a moment on the small mole at the corner of her eye.

"If you suspect someone has tampered with the bow, Song Song, you should take it away. Otherwise, if someone takes it away, you won't be able to find anyone to hold accountable."

Song Yuesheng chuckled and kicked the snow at his feet nonchalantly: "It may not be man-made."

"By the way, what did you do to him?"

She suddenly turned her head and asked.

Pei Zhaoye's footsteps paused slightly, his Adam's apple rolling: "How can you be so sure that I will hit someone?"

He tried to hide something with a teasing tone.

"I promised you that I wouldn't be so impulsive."

Song Yuesheng stopped suddenly, and the snow made a crunching sound under her boots.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at him, her eyes sharp enough to pierce through lies: "Really? Who was it that got so jealous that he threw his phone after seeing me watching a video?"

She deliberately imitated his gloomy expression at the time, "I still paid for the screen repair."

"If I don't keep a close eye on you..." Pei Zhaoye suddenly turned around, and the mist he exhaled brushed across her hair, "You will be deceived by those wild men."

There was a dangerous hoarseness in his voice, and his eyes were as fragile as a large dog that was afraid of being abandoned.

"I don't want to, and no one can cheat me."

Song Yuesheng raised her face, snowflakes fell on her lips and quickly melted.

"You are determined..."

Pei Zhaoye's thumb stroked her earlobe.

It's so cold and she doesn't even wear a scarf. She really takes her youth as her asset.

He took his hand back and suddenly sneered, "But it can't stop someone from giving you roses in front of me."

Song Yuesheng laughed out loud, and the small mole at the corner of her left eye was particularly bright in the snowy night.

She poked his face: "So jealous. Can't it be just pure admiration?"

"After all -" Song Yuesheng touched her face and smiled confidently, "I am very beautiful."

Pei Zhaoye did not answer immediately.

He crushed a piece of snow under his feet, and said in a voice as light as a sigh: "It's not a question of beauty..."

Song Song probably himself didn't realize that his ordinary background but insights that were no less than those of an elite education was a fatal temptation for someone like him who had been brought up by his family since childhood.

The identity of an ordinary person is the most direct expression of resistance to the family.

Her insights and understanding are not inferior to those of the daughter of a wealthy family, but she also doesn’t make people feel that there is nothing to talk about.

Like an unsheathed knife, low-key but sharp.

Once you become interested in her and get to know her more frequently, you will find many shining points in her.

As a result, they are getting deeper and deeper.

Like now.

Those vague gazes falling on her.

Pei Zhaoye really wanted to dig them all up.

"Song Song."

His fingertips traced her eyebrows and her eyes, and his hot breath was close at hand.

"I really..." Pei Zhaoye's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his canine teeth itched, "I really want to lock you up."

Song Yuesheng looked into his possessive eyes and suddenly handed him her wrist: "Okay. Tie me up now."

The pale blue veins on her wrist throbbed slightly under his gaze.

"With your tie."

Pei Zhaoye lowered his head and rubbed his canine teeth on her wrist bone again and again, and finally just bit it lightly.

"...can't bear to part with it."

He was defeated.

The sigh-like confession melted in the wind and snow.

Since Song Yuesheng had a fever last week, he discovered that she was even more crazy and determined than him.

When she heard that he was going to send her to the hospital for an IV drip, she threatened that she would never go to the hospital in her life unless she died.

He tried to take her away forcefully, but she threatened him with a pair of scissors and asked him to send a body to the hospital.

The snow is getting heavier.

In my peripheral vision, Wen Jingheng was dragging a girl with a ponytail away roughly.

Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes, but was suddenly pinched by Pei Zhaoye's chin and turned back.

"What are you looking at?" he asked unhappily.

"A couple walking in the snow. Everyone knows that walking in the snow is romantic."

Song Yuesheng curled her lips and stroked his Adam's apple with her fingertips, "Let's go home."

"Ah."

Pei Zhaoye tightened her fingers.

The warmth in his palm was so real, but he always felt that she was like the snow. The tighter he held her, the faster she would slip away.

not far away.

"Who asked you to come here?"

The girl who was dragged away raised her face stubbornly, her eyes passing over Wen Jingheng's shoulder and staring into the distance.

——Song Yuesheng was being held by the strange man around the waist, and the two were walking towards the school gate together.

"Who is that man?"

"How old was my sister when she was kidnapped?"

She became more and more anxious as she spoke, her eyes reddened, "Wen Jingheng, are you just going to watch my sister leave with a man?!"

Wen Jingheng couldn't stand her nagging and stopped abruptly.

The snow made a harsh crunching sound on the soles of my boots.

He turned around, his eyes dark and frightening: "Wen Zhixia!"

The little girl who was showing her teeth and claws just now froze instantly, and her neck shrank unconsciously, like a cat with its neck pinched.

This reaction is almost engraved in my bones.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever her brother called her by her full name, it was always bad news.

"Brother, I..."

Her voice faded away, her fingertips unconsciously tugging at the tassels of her scarf, but when she caught a glimpse of a figure about to disappear in the distance, she suddenly struggled, "But my sister--"

Wen Jingheng: "My parents and I will take care of her affairs."

He looked at her, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

"Your task is to study hard and not worry about trivial things."

The snow fell on Wen Zhixia's trembling eyelashes.

She opened her mouth, but when she saw the cold light in her brother's eyes, all the words froze in her throat.

Wen Jingheng added, "If you run around again, I will lock you in the piano room and you won't be allowed to go out for three days. When you come out, I will send you back to school."

Wen Zhixia's pupils suddenly shrank.

Piano room.

A dark piano room.

The memory of being locked up for being disobedient as a child suddenly came to my mind.

"I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Brother, I'm going home now. I'm going home now."

Wen Zhixia hurriedly tried to pry her brother's hand away, her voice tearing as she broke free and started to run. However, before she had taken two steps, she was caught by Wen Jingheng.

"Stop playing tricks. I'll take you back myself."

Wen Jingheng carried her back with one hand, like a disobedient kitten.

The phone screen lit up between his fingers, and the cold light illuminated the dangerous curve at the corners of his lips.

Wen Zhixia was so scared that she stuttered: "No... no need... Uncle... Wang sent me here..."

"use."

The short reply is accompanied by a beep indicating that the message was sent successfully.

Wen Zhixia felt disheartened.

Who said that they envy those who have brothers?

Her brother is a tyrant.

The veto power is fully demonstrated in him.

My sister is still the best.

Girls always have endless topics to talk about.

But her sister doesn't like her.

I haven't been home for two years.

My parents are not in a hurry either.

Ugh.

She was so worried.