Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 794: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (7)

Song Yuesheng felt the weight on his shoulders become heavier.

At this moment, one of them suddenly coughed lightly and added with a strange expression: "...Hey, he's actually quite handsome..."

"Yes, yes, like a big star."

Others quickly joined in.

The reluctance of the words was as if someone had pointed a gun at his head.

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly, and she calmly supported the man on her body and pointed in a direction casually: "It seems to go that way."

"Thank you so much!"

"Thank you so much!"

A few people walked as if they were pardoned, but they walked very slowly, looking back from time to time.

The elevator arrived with a ding.

Song Yuesheng did not choose the first floor, but pressed the button for the third floor.

She held the drunk man steadily with her slender arms and asked the staff at the service desk on the third floor to get a room.

Eighth floor.

Song Yuesheng struggled to bring the drunk man into the room. The moment the door closed, she immediately let go and let the man stagger against the wall.

"Sir." She straightened her wrinkled clothes, her voice teasing, "It's a pity you're not an actor."

The man raised his head upon hearing this, and his originally dizzy eyes suddenly became somewhat clear.

"I only asked you to help me get rid of those people, but you brought me to get a room, little girl..." He deliberately moved closer, with a teardrop mole at the end of his peach blossom eyes, and his eyes could seduce people's souls, "What do you mean?"

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes, his gaze as calm as a deep pool: "Everyone loves to save Fengchen, but sir, the play you and your friend put on is too clumsy."

Seeing his pupils tremble slightly, she continued, "You have found the wrong person. My experience has taught me to read people's expressions since I was a child."

She hadn't been in the crew for so many years in vain, not to mention that there was a man at home named Shen Zhirang who would go crazy and ask her to do this and that at any time.

Song Yuesheng took a step back and distanced himself from him.

"Sir, this room is for my lovemaking. You can take your time to rest."

The moment she turned around, a force suddenly grabbed her wrist, and before Song Yuesheng could react, her back was pressed against the cold door.

The man held her face with his slender fingers and gently rubbed her cheeks with his fingertips: "I don't know how to get to know you..."

His voice was hoarse: "It is true that I was drugged... You can beat me up if you are angry, but at least... leave me your contact information..."

Song Yuesheng frowned and was about to use the moves she learned from her martial arts teacher to deal with him, but suddenly she changed her mind when she thought of Shen Zhirang's recent abnormality.

Her slender hands were around his neck, and her red lips opened slightly: "Is this what you want?"

The moment their lips touched, the man was visibly stunned, then he hugged her waist tightly: "...Not enough..."

"it is good……"

Song Yuesheng was a little scared, but still said, "I will do as you wish."

As soon as she finished her words, the man's kiss came down impatiently, with the smell of alcohol and unspeakable eagerness, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her up.

Song Yuesheng endured it passively, feeling her clothes falling off piece by piece.

The man kissed away the tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes due to pain, but his actions did not slow down.

Song Yuesheng looked at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting away.

It turns out that the taste... is not so happy...

It's a good way to relieve stress.

I really don't understand why so many people are flocking to this.

"Can you still be distracted?"

Her chin was gently pinched, and Song Yuesheng came back to her senses. She met the man's unhappy eyes, raised the corners of her lips, and put her arms around his neck again: "Didn't you take the medicine, sir?"

"Tipsy."

He lowered his head and bit her lips punishingly: "Tell me...your name..."

"What does a one-night stand want..."

The unfinished words were swallowed up.

In the dim room, two shadows intertwined and traces of ambiguity were left in every corner.

Song Yuesheng looked at the flashing neon lights outside the window and suddenly remembered what her parents told her many years ago about what kind of adult she should be.

But it turns out...

To her, she grew up in a world where even intimate relationships could be an elaborate performance.

The boyfriend who waits for her to dress up and become pretty will never appear, and it is impossible for him to appear.

The morning light shone through the gauze curtains onto the bed. Song Yuesheng squinted his eyes to adjust to the light, his whole body aching as if he had been run over by a truck.

The man next to me breathed evenly, and his handsome profile was particularly clear in the morning light.

She stared at the ceiling, her nails digging into her palms.

Even though I have been learning Kung Fu for so many years from the martial arts teacher on the crew, I was still suppressed and unable to move last night.

This realization made her feel tight in her chest, and made her more determined to go to university to study fighting systematically.

The man's arms were wrapped around her waist like an iron clamp.

Song Yuesheng held her breath and carefully moved his arm away, but he unconsciously hugged her tighter.

Her eyes darkened, and she quickly grabbed the tie from the bedside and tied his wrists to the bed.

"What are you doing?" A hoarse male voice suddenly sounded.

Song Yuesheng paused, looked up and met a pair of clear eyes.

"You're awake." The corners of her lips raised sweetly, but her hands tightened the last knot, "Isn't it obvious?" Her fingertips gently stroked his Adam's apple, "You treated me badly last night, and I'm unhappy."

The man's pupils dilated slightly.

"I wanted to kill you," Song Yuesheng tilted his head, as if discussing the weather, "but I'm still young and can't do that."

She patted his cheek and said, "Don't worry, with your physical strength, you can break free in three hours at most."

"Kill me?" The man's voice suddenly rose, "Didn't you agree to be my girlfriend last night?"

Song Yuesheng had already put on his coat. Hearing this, he turned around and smiled: "Don't you men always say that you can't believe what they say in bed? Sir, how can you be so naive?"

She opened the door, and her slender figure was particularly eye-catching in the backlight.

"Goodbye - no, see you forever~"

In the corridor, she adjusted her collar in front of the elevator mirror.

The girl in the mirror had red marks on her neck, but her smile was particularly bright.

This man is indeed handsome, and it’s not a bad deal when you think about it.

If Shen Zhirang knew...

A sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her fingertips lightly tapped the elevator button.

I really want to see what wonderful expression will appear on that face.

But the strange thing is that Shen Zhirang never contacted her again until she reported to Qingchuan Drama Academy in S City in early September.

Song Yuesheng was happy and free. He attended classes and visited the crew every day, and also secretly signed up for a Sanda class.

The tuition was paid by the Shen family, but all other expenses were covered by the film remuneration she had secretly saved over the years.

Every time she threw a punch, she would think of that morning and hit the sandbag harder - one day, she would make everyone who wanted to control her pay the price.

The sandbags in the Sanda class shook violently under the heavy blows, just like her life that was gradually slipping out of control.