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Chapter 810: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (23)

"Shengsheng, you lied to me." Si Shu's fingertips trembled slightly, and the strength of pinching her cheek was incredibly gentle. "You clearly promised that there would only be me."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed from deep in his chest.

Song Yuesheng looked into his scarlet eyes and whispered, "The premise for me to agree to your request is that Shen Zhirang dies."

She paused, "But he is still alive. And... I don't want him to die now..."

"What did you say?!"

Si Shu suddenly raised his voice, and the hand that was pinching her waist suddenly tightened, and veins bulged on the back of his hand.

"He hurt you like this, and you actually--" His voice suddenly choked, as if something sharp pierced his throat, "Song Yuesheng, do you have Stockholm syndrome?"

The information Night Owl found consisted of only three thin pages, so light that it could be blown away by the wind, but it kept him awake all night.

Three pages...

How could her fourteen years be summarized in three pages?

But if the Shen family in Yuncheng loses someone, it can easily cause a big fuss. In order not to involve her at all, they can only take it slow.

But she didn't want Shen Zhirang to die?

Song Yuesheng suddenly reached out and covered his mouth, his palm pressed against his hot lips, and he could clearly feel his disordered breathing.

"Can you please listen to me first?" She sighed helplessly, "I want to make his life worse than death, preferably legally."

As she spoke, she tilted her head and showed an innocent yet cruel smile: "Let the Shen family's parents watch their precious son suffer, but they are powerless to do anything. Isn't this more interesting?"

Si Shu stared at her in a daze. This plan, which should have made him happy, now felt like a blunt knife stabbing his heart.

He suddenly bent down and kissed the palm of her hand.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." His voice was as light as a sigh, "But Shengsheng..." His fingertips stroked the faint dark circles under her eyes, "Promise me, don't think about this anymore, okay?"

He placed her cold hand on his chest: "Go film, travel, do whatever you want..."

Si Shu's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, "You shouldn't worry about these things..." After a pause, he finally uttered two words, "worry".

Otherwise, he would have wondered how she lived in the Shen family for fourteen years, and how she became what was described on paper as “crying non-stop when she first arrived at the Shen family, but integrating into the Shen family two years later and often smiling at others”.

He would go crazy, have people tie up Shen Zhirang, and slice him into pieces himself. This would scare her, and let her know that he was not who he seemed.

No wonder she refused to cry that night.

It turns out...I cried myself dry when I was a child.

He was also a jerk, deliberately forcing her to cry, not caring whether she could handle it or not.

All those actions that deliberately hurt her turned into sharp blades, stabbing her heart one by one.

The faint red at the corner of Si Shu's eyes was like rouge dripping into water, spreading quickly.

Song Yuesheng was stunned.

"Hey, hey, are you kidding?" She held his face in a panic, rubbing her thumb across the red corners of his eyes. "Okay, okay, I promise you, don't cry—"

Before he could finish his words, Si Shu had already clung to him.

He buried his furry head in the crook of her neck, rubbing it, his warm breath spraying on her sensitive skin, and said in a muffled voice: "Then promise me again that you will only have me in this life."

He suddenly raised his head, his wet eyes flashing with a cunning light, "If you promise, I will make Shen Zhirang live a life worse than death within a month. If you don't agree..."

"What if you don't agree?" Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows.

Si Shu suddenly hugged her waist and fell backwards.

The mattress made a sound of buckling under the weight, and she sank into the soft duvet.

He leaned over her, his hair hanging down in front of his forehead, shining light brown in the sunlight.

"If you don't agree..." He bit her earlobe viciously, but his voice was full of coquettishness, "I will follow you every day. I will visit you on the set when you go to film, I will be an audience member when you appear on variety shows, and even when you go to the toilet-"

"stop!"

Song Yuesheng suddenly covered his mouth, a disastrous scene appeared in front of his eyes - Si Shu was wearing a high-end suit and sitting on a small bench on the set, followed by eight bodyguards in black, and the entire crew looked trembling with fear.

"I promise!" she said firmly, "As long as you don't show up on my set!"

Because Xu Yanheng was always around, she became a celebrity in their class's acting department, and people said she had a handsome boyfriend.

play?

The only free space she has left is the crew. If someone like Si Shu comes again, what will happen?

"I heard you, you can't go back on your word."

"Yes, yes, I won't regret it."

Anyway, what is said in bed can never be trusted.

She understood this truth clearly from the boasting of Shen Zhirang's friends.

**

Song Yuesheng stayed in Si Shu's villa for a whole week before he was able to return to his rental house.

When she pushed open the door, the familiar smell of mold and dust hit her in the face, but she felt inexplicably at ease - until she heard footsteps behind her.

"What did you promise me?" She turned around, leaned her back against the door frame, and raised her eyebrows at Si Shu who followed in openly.

The man was wearing a neat suit, even his cufflinks were meticulously done and gleamed with a cold light, but his expression was as innocent as an innocent child: "This is your home, not the crew."

He corrected confidently.

"I'm talking about Shen Zhirang." Song Yuesheng stood with her arms folded. The sunlight slanted in from the window behind her, casting a sharp dividing line on the floor. "These days, apart from working remotely from home, you've been sticking to me. Have you—"

“It was arranged that day.”

Si Shu suddenly took a step forward, a shadow looming over him, "Leave professional matters to professionals."

His fingertips gently fiddled with the diamond earring on her earlobe.

"You have to be patient."

Seeing his confident look, Song Yuesheng pursed her lips.

Rights are great.

Si Shu keenly sensed her displeasure and sighed, "Okay, I'm leaving."

He took a half step back, but suddenly remembered something, "But you have to promise me that you won't go to see Xu Yanheng or go to Jishidiang."

"Don't worry," she fiddled with her keychain nonchalantly, "I never go back on my promises."

"...Oh." Si Shu responded, but turned back the moment he turned around. He grabbed her waist, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her fiercely and urgently.

It was not until their breathing became disordered that he reluctantly let go: "Send out the house and move to my place."

"Okay, okay, check out, check out." Song Yuesheng pushed him out perfunctorily, "Hurry back to your company, President."

The moment the door closed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Checking out is true, so are you moving to his place?

dream.

These days she was fed up with Si Shu's clinginess - he had to squeeze into the guest room during video conferences (under the pretext of taking care of her during her menstrual period), and as a result, the terms "new energy investment" and "Fu family procurement" gave her a splitting headache.

Not to mention that when they are alone, this person is like a piece of sticky candy that is impossible to get rid of.

therefore--

Song Yuesheng is leaving, and leaving S City.

She found an actor recruitment on his computer last night, in Haiyuan City, recruiting actors in the next two days.

"Passengers taking flight SU4271 to Haiyuan City, please proceed to Gate A1 for boarding."

The sound of the broadcast brought Song Yuesheng back to reality.

She took one last look at her phone.

From the first day she came to Si Shu's house, she used his computer to log into her account and sent messages to Xu Yanheng. In order to avoid being regarded as a scammer, she sent a few sentences almost every day, but the voice and text messages were all unread.

Ugh.

I hope that stupid doctor doesn't really think she's dead.

As she dragged her suitcase towards the security check, she inexplicably recalled the days and nights she had spent in S City over the past three years.

Every winter and summer vacation, there would always be various "accidents" interrupting her travel plans.

Now, by some strange coincidence, it is Tuosuofu who is able to go and see the outside world.

The moment the plane took off, Song Yuesheng looked at the city skyline gradually disappearing outside the window and smiled softly.

Her good days are coming soon.

I hope that this time there won’t be a situation like Night Owl where he suddenly regretted his decision.

Even returning the money couldn't stop her from being angry.

It could have been resolved earlier, but it was delayed until now.