binnovel Chapter 711: Four Shadows of Rose (4)
Chapter 711: Four Shadows of Rose (4)
Pei Zhaoye cursed "witch" under his breath, strode over, snatched the wine from her hand, and drank it all.
The mellow aroma of red wine spreads between lips and teeth.
He lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes filled with unsatisfied desire.
The next second, he grabbed Song Yuesheng's wrist and pressed it against the glass. The cold window surface made her frown.
Although I'm not afraid of the cold, this sudden stimulation is a bit uncomfortable.
As their lips and tongues intertwined, the sweetness of the red wine spread in their breath.
Pei Zhaoye held Song Yuesheng's waist and kissed her more fiercely, as if he wanted to tear her apart and swallow her into his stomach.
After a while, he let her go, and gently wiped the wine stains on the corners of her lips with his fingertips. He said in a low and hoarse voice: "I am very happy indeed."
After a pause, Pei Zhaoye pinched her chin again, his tone unquestionable.
"But I won't accept your second gift. You don't have the strength to give it now."
Song Yuesheng suddenly laughed out loud, with a small hook in the corner of his eyes: "What ridiculous things are you thinking about, Pei Xiaogou."
She pulled out a braided red string from under the phone and swung it gently in front of his eyes.
Pei Zhaoye's expression changed again and again, and he said angrily: "Song Yuesheng!" "You think too much." Song Yuesheng tied the red rope on his left wrist, "I hope you will be safe and sound in the future."
Pei Zhaoye rubbed it twice subconsciously, then suddenly looked up.
"Song Song, you are not allowed to drink when I am not around."
His eyes fell on her flushed cheeks.
"Not even a bite."
Song Yuesheng chuckled and hooked her toes around his waist: "Despotism?"
"I just get red in the face easily when I drink. This little bit of alcohol won't make me drunk."
Pei Zhaoye covered Song Yuesheng's misty eyes, bent down and picked her up sideways, walked back to the bed, threw her into the soft mattress, then leaned over and pressed her down, supporting his arms on her sides, looking down at her condescendingly.
"Hurry up and agree to it, or you won't remember it today."
Song Yuesheng took his hand away, and gently stroked his neck with his fingertips, smiling slyly: "Are you threatening me?"
Pei Zhaoye uttered a low "hmm".
Song Yuesheng pretended to think, then blinked and said in a long tone: "Pei Xiaogou, I give you three seconds to separate, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, Pei Zhaoye had already hugged her waist tightly, buried his whole body in the crook of her neck, and breathed hotly: "Don't let go."
His voice was muffled and a little stubborn.
"Song Song, I will never let you go in this life."
Soon after he finished speaking, Pei Zhaoye's breathing gradually became longer and the arm around her loosened slightly.
Song Yuesheng stroked his hair gently, the smile on her lips deepening.
The Qingtang Society’s sleeping pills are pretty good.
It’s just that the antidote tastes like orange.
In order to cover it up, she rushed to a nearby supermarket and bought shampoo and shower gel with the corresponding scent.
Pei Zhaoye.
I hope to see you again. It would be better if you don’t imprison me or trap me between beds and provide me with a one-stop “service” like in the plot.
otherwise.
You will suffer more.
Thinking of this, Song Yuesheng suddenly smiled.
She is the authoritarian one.
But, who cares?
I wish I could finish this endless task as soon as possible.
"I'll ask you one last time, are you sure others can't find me?"
A minute later, the agent responded.
"Yes, host. As long as the host leaves Ning City according to the prompts and does not take the initiative to contact, no one can find the host within the relevant time."
"Okay, I'm fine."
Song Yuesheng thinks it has something to do with the "plot effect".
Like Bai Yueguang went abroad, chasing his wife to the crematorium...
As long as you leave the same city, it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Song Yuesheng pressed the letter under the watch on the bedside table and placed the mobile phone recording in the most conspicuous position and played it in a loop.
She had already paid five years' rent in advance, so she didn't have to carry so much luggage.
Only after everything was ready did she leave with her suitcase.
On the snow downstairs, the black car that had been under surveillance for a long time had disappeared, leaving only a few messy tire tracks.
Song Yuesheng stopped for a moment, and the white air he exhaled formed tiny ice crystals on his scarf.
"Master, go to the airport."
As she climbed into the taxi, the wheels of the suitcase made a particularly harsh sound as they rolled over the snow.
There were few people at the airport in the early morning.
After Song Yuesheng got off the taxi, he took out the SM card and broke it, smashed his phone, and threw them into different trash cans.
Since you are leaving, just leave quickly.
after all.
Since Yan Sui knew that there was something wrong with her memory, she didn't trust any electronic devices that appeared around the original owner.
at the same time--
The black Mercedes Benz tore a crack in the snowy night.
Wen Jingheng gripped the steering wheel with his knuckles turning white, with the car windows wide open, allowing the wind and snow to pour into his collar.
At the distance of the tenth floor, the blurry figure could not be clearly seen, but the restlessness surging in my chest was terrifyingly real.
The harsh sound of brakes cut through the snowy night.
Wen Jingheng slammed the door and walked out, leaning against the car and lighting a cigarette.
He stared at the name in his phone's address book, his thumb hovering over the dial button for a long time, and finally turned to another number.
As the fire flickered, the phone screen showed that it was connecting to "Xia Xia".
"Why were you so angry when you saw her leave with another man?"
Ashes fell on the snow.
"Who?"
Wen Zhixia's sleepy voice came from the other end of the phone.
Wen Jingheng suddenly choked.
The name that once came out of my mouth now seemed like a piece of burning charcoal, stuck in my throat and unable to be spit out.
After a long while, he finally said in a hoarse voice: "...your sister."
"Oh my..." The creaking sound of the mattress springs came through the microphone, "Now you finally understand the feeling of having your cabbages eaten by pigs?"
Wen Zhixia woke up completely from her sleepiness and her voice suddenly became higher.
"That's right. My sister is so pretty and kind. No matter if his last name is Pei or Li, how can he be worthy of my sister?"
She stepped barefoot on the carpet and became more and more excited as she spoke.
"If you ask me, my sister should be alone now..."
The busy tone abruptly cut off her words.
Wen Zhixia stared at her phone for two seconds, then kicked off her plush slippers angrily: "Psycho!"
The backyard on the first floor was brightly lit.
Father Wen was holding a firework stick to tease the neighbor's children, while Mother Wen was distributing candies nearby.
I really don’t know how kids can have so much energy.
It's one o'clock in the morning and you haven't gone home to sleep yet.
"Mom and Dad!" Wen Zhixia rushed into the yard wrapped in a nightgown, "My brother must have a mental problem! Not only did he run away in the middle of the New Year's Eve dinner, but just now he..."
The neighbor aunt handed over a chocolate with a smile: "Who made our Xia Xia angry?"
Wen Zhixia glanced at the playful children and changed her words temporarily.
"He called me in the middle of the night and disturbed my sleep! I finally managed to stay up all night!"
"Mom and Dad, when he comes back, you must give him a good beating!"
"It's better to lock him up in the piano room! My sister is not here anyway, let's see who can save him!"
Wen Zhixia said this angrily and left angrily.
The neighbor aunt was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wen's mother: "It's New Year's Day, and your eldest daughter is not at home?"
"There's a lot of trouble at school." Mother Wen's expression was a little unnatural.
"Yes, she is busy with her studies." Father Wen took over the conversation and held his wife's trembling hand in his palm. "The tutor thinks highly of her."
roadside.
Wen Jingheng didn't move for a long time after hanging up the phone, until the cigarette between his fingers finally burned out, burning his fingertips so much that they trembled.
He slowly exhaled a breath.
So that's why I feel irritated.
Zhixia was right. The people raised by the Wen family shouldn’t be abducted by others so easily.
A place like the Pei family is not suitable for her.
Her feelings shouldn't be involved in these complicated things.
at the same time.
In the study room of the Su family villa, Su's father threw the expensive fountain pen hard on the solid wooden desk.
The ink splashed on the latest issue of the financial magazine, just in time to stain the interview photo of Pei's father.
"What a great Pei family..."
In the bedroom on the third floor, Su's mother's jade bracelet hit the corner of the table and a crack appeared, just like the dignity she had carefully maintained suddenly broke.
"How can my daughter be inferior to that little vixen? The old lady of the Pei family is so confused that she didn't even put pressure on them to leave! In that case, we don't even bother to enter the gate of the Pei family!"
In the room at the end of the corridor, Su Yutang was slowly applying essence in front of the bathroom mirror.
In the steaming heat, she suddenly turned off the power of the hair dryer.
The blue light from the computer screen reflected on her plain face, and her fingertips entered the password with ease.
When the red dot on the positioning map stopped at the airport, she suddenly chuckled, and her bright red nails scratched across the three words "Song Yuesheng" on the screen.
"Song Yuesheng, if you want to follow the routine of the commoner girls leaving in the movies and TV dramas, you have to see if you are qualified enough."