binnovel Chapter 710: Four Shadows of Rose (4)
Chapter 710: Four Shadows of Rose (4)
There were still some unmelted snow on Pei Zhaoye's leather shoes, leaving dark water marks at the entrance.
He closed the door behind him and his eyes fell on the dining table.
Half of the soup noodles were left in the casserole on the table, and they were still warm.
"Pei Zhaoye?"
A steamy voice came from behind.
When he turned around, he saw Song Yuesheng appear at some point.
Drops of water from the ends of her hair were sliding along her collarbone into the collar of her bathrobe.
Under the askew towel, a few strands of wet brown hair stuck to her reddened earlobes. It was obvious that she had been startled by the doorbell and came out in a hurry.
"How did you come?"
She asked lightly, as if he was just here to pick up a document he had forgotten here.
"Is this what you meant by going to Sang Wan's house to celebrate the New Year?"
Pei Zhaoye's voice tightened and his eyes swept over the solitary cutlery on the table.
Song Yuesheng walked towards the dining table in slippers, the hem of her bathrobe revealing her slender ankles as she moved.
"I was going to go." She picked up the goblet and prepared to take a sip, then put it down. "Then I thought it was troublesome and I didn't bother to go."
Suddenly remembering something, she looked at Pei Zhaoye.
"Didn't I block you when I posted on WeChat Moments?"
Song Yuesheng picked up the phone, tapped the screen a few times, and suddenly laughed out loud: "It's turned to visible only."
The moment the delete key was pressed, she tilted her head to look at him, "Okay, now you can go back to be with your family."
"Song Yuesheng!"
Pei Zhaoye's voice was filled with gritted teeth.
She shouldn't have done this to him.
At the very least, he shouldn't be sent away so lightly.
"what?"
Song Yuesheng raised his face, and water droplets fell from the ends of his hair and splashed on the back of his hand.
"Who drives their boyfriend away from their family for the New Year?"
Pei Zhaoye took a step forward, and a shadow enveloped her.
She retreated and he advanced.
The smell of orange hits you in the face.
"Did you change your perfume?" he suddenly asked.
"It's a new shampoo I bought. It smells orange. Does it smell good?"
Song Yuesheng drew out his voice, and the collar of his bathrobe slipped open slightly as he stood up.
Pei Zhaoye was about to answer when he heard her say.
"If you want to stay, then stay."
When Song Yuesheng turned around, the end of her hair brushed the back of his hand.
"I'll give you a New Year's present after I finish blowing your hair."
Pei Zhaoye grabbed her wrist, and the skin his palm touched was still warm from the bath.
"I'll help you."
She has too many ideas.
There's no guarantee that they won't do something shocking to drive him away.
Song Yuesheng let him pull her towards the bathroom.
At an angle that he couldn't see, the corners of her mouth rose slightly.
The mirror reflected their overlapping figures, and she whispered something amid the roar of the hair dryer.
"Ok?"
Pei Zhaoye turned off the switch.
"I say," Song Yuesheng sat on the chair, leaning back and pulling down the front of his shirt, her warm breath spraying on his face, "The first New Year's gift is for me to give myself to you, do you want it?"
The hair dryer fell onto the cushion with a dull thud.
The air suddenly became thick.
The smell of oranges so close stimulated Pei Zhaoye's brain.
After a while, he raised his hand and held her wrist.
The temperature of his fingertips was hotter than Song Yuesheng had imagined, but his voice was very calm.
"Don't make trouble."
The way he bent down to pick up the hair dryer could be described as clumsy.
But as soon as he stood up, Pei Zhaoye saw Song Yuesheng leaning against the door, with the belt of his bathrobe loose and a smile in his eyes.
"What are you afraid of?"
The brown hair glowed amber under the light.
Pei Zhaoye walked over and stroked the small mole at the corner of her eye with his thumb. His voice was hoarse, but still restrained.
"Song Song, it's not too late for you to regret now."
The more you cherish it, the less you dare to indulge it.
Those lustful thoughts that tormented him in his midnight dreams frightened even himself.
"Why go back on your word?"
Song Yuesheng tiptoed lightly and her lips brushed his earlobe.
"Boy friend……"
Another sound.
"Brother Zhaoye..."
With every shout, her hand slid down his chest an inch.
Pei Zhaoye's eyes darkened, and he suddenly grabbed her rebellious hand, interlocked his fingers and pressed them against the door.
The door frame made a sound of being unable to bear the weight, and the darkness surging in his eyes finally broke out of the cage of reason.
"Song Song." He lowered his head and bit the pulse on the side of her neck, feeling her trembling in his arms, "You have no chance."
……
"I see."
When Pei's mother heard the report on the phone saying that Pei Zhaoye had gone to Lanting Villa and never came out again, she was so angry that she wanted to smash the phone away.
Shameless little vixen!
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the Su family's car was driving out of the courtyard. The taillights of the car dragged two scarlet streaks in the snow, like marks of humiliation.
What Mrs. Su said before she left just now clearly meant that she wanted to tear up the marriage agreement.
The crystal nails tapped on the screen with rapid sounds.
There are many wealthy and noble ladies, not to mention the Su family, but they can never let a vixen destroy their Pei family!
[Tell me, how much money do you want to leave my son]
The sending time is shown as 22:00.
It was not until the New Year’s bell struck midnight and five or six minutes later that my cell phone vibrated.
[Pei Zhaoye said it would take 100 billion]
Pei's mother's temple was throbbing.
She deleted the long insult she had typed, her fingertips heavy on the send button.
[Sixty million, not a cent more]
[If you still don’t know what’s good for you, I’ll have you expelled from Ning University and make it impossible for you to survive in Ning City!]
The light from the snow shone on the cold screen of the phone, revealing her hideous reflection.
Three minutes later, the reply came:
[OK]
[Please transfer to this account: 6228xxxxxxxxxxxx]
[When does it arrive, when does it disappear]
Of course, Pei's mother thought that the sooner the better.
The notification tone indicating successful transfer sounded at 00:48.
Pei's mother made additional requests almost immediately.
[You can pack your bags and leave overnight]
[You bring up the breakup, make him hate you, and don’t let my son know a word of it…]
The other party replied very quickly, as if he had been waiting for this moment.
[OK]
Song Yuesheng placed his cell phone upside down on the windowsill. The red wine in the glass emitted a strange light. His eyes fell on the illegally parked black car downstairs.
She stopped there when she responded to the first message.
The phone camera was zoomed in to the limit, and the figure in the driver's seat was blurred.
Judging from the snow falling on the car, it was parked for at least an hour.
Besides, this car looks familiar.
New Year's Eve.
who can that be?
Pei Zhaoye walked out of the bathroom with water dripping from the ends of his hair.
His eyes fell on the figure by the window.
The girl's bathrobe was casually tied at the waist, with the collar slightly open, revealing the lingering red mark on her collarbone.
The hem of her dress fell down, her slender legs rested on the edge of the windowsill, and the mottled kiss marks on her fair skin were particularly obvious under the dim light.
Pei Zhaoye's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his brows knitted, and his voice was hoarse: "Isn't it cold sitting there?"
Song Yuesheng turned around when he heard the voice, a lazy smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed and there was a lingering mist at the corners of her eyes.
She shook the glass and said softly, "Drinking and watching the snow is one of the greatest pleasures in life. Pei Zhaoye, today is the first day of the new year. Do you want to have a drink to celebrate?"
Pei Zhaoye suddenly remembered the midnight reminder she had set just now.
And the tender, almost whispered "Pei Zhaoye, Happy New Year" that fell into his ears.
"Pei Xiaogou, proper red wine can make people happy, do you want to try it?"
Pei Zhaoye's eyes darkened.
Again.
She had just used the same look to coax him into watching him cry.
He also said that he couldn't refuse any of his requests at this time.
But it was almost impossible for him to see her cry.
Song Yuesheng stretched out the tip of his tongue to take a sip, then raised his eyes to look at him: "After you taste it, I'll give you a second gift."