Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 816: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (29)

As soon as Song Yuesheng stepped out of the cabin, the humid heat wave of S City hit him in the face.

She dragged her suitcase through the busy terminal and stopped in front of the glass curtain wall of Exit B7.

The setting sun stretched her shadow very long.

She spun the phone in her palm, hesitated for a moment, and finally dialed the number that Si Shu had urged her to remember.

"beep--"

The notification tone was cut off as soon as it sounded, and a quick breath came from the other end of the line: "Where have you been?"

Si Shu's voice was like a taut string, filled with suppressed anger, "You didn't answer my calls or reply to my messages. Do you know that I almost..."

Song Yuesheng held the phone farther away.

Si Shu spoke too fast, and the words shot at her like bullets, making her temples throb.

She pressed the hang-up button decisively.

Before she could redial, the caller ID lit up again.

This time Song Yuesheng spoke first: "I'm at S City Domestic Airport, Exit B7. Come pick me up, and I'll tell you what you want to know when we get back."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line.

Si Shu's knuckles turned white as he held the phone.

"...Stand still." He finally said in a hoarse voice, and the crisp sound of keys colliding came from the microphone, "If you dare to play tricks on me..."

The second half of the threat dissipated in the roar of the engine.

The black Mercedes Benz sped through the twilight.

Si Shu held the steering wheel with one hand. The moment the red light came on, he pounded the steering wheel hard. The sound of the horn scared away the sparrows on the roadside.

Where did she go?

Why can't I contact you?

What if she's gone?

……

Countless thoughts coiled around me like poisonous snakes until I turned the last corner.

In the setting sun, the familiar figure was looking down at his watch.

The light-colored windbreaker was lifted up by the night wind, and her hair brushed across her slightly furrowed brows. It was so real, so real that it made his throat tighten.

Si Shu slammed on the brakes.

After opening the door, he rushed over in two steps.

Before Song Yuesheng could even look up, he was violently pulled into his arms by a brute force.

Si Shu's arms were like iron shackles, squeezing her ribs so hard that they hurt.

His hot breath was against her ear, smelling of tequila and gunpowder.

"Song Yuesheng, you fucking bastard!" His voice was hoarse, "If you dare to leave without saying a word again..."

Si Shu suddenly bit her earlobe and rubbed it between his teeth. "I'll make a collar out of platinum that can't be cut with hydraulic pliers, and lock you to the head of the bed."

Song Yuesheng tilted her head slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "You want to lock me up?"

Si Shu loosened his grip, and pinched the soft flesh of her cheek with his bony fingers, shaking it with a moderate force: "I won't threaten you like that, will you listen?"

His eyes were filled with darkness, but his voice was hoarse. "What if you disappear for a month, half a year... two years next time? What should I do?" He rubbed the small mole under her eye with his thumb. "You heartless little bastard."

He suddenly chuckled at himself.

"If you don't want to move in with me, then don't move in. You have me in your power... What can I do with you? Huh?"

Song Yuesheng noticed that his fingers were reaching for the edge of the mask, and quickly grabbed his wrist: "I haven't returned the rental house."

She looked into his scarlet eyes.

"There was a note on the coffee table in the living room saying that we were going to Haiyuan City to film a movie... Didn't you see it?"

"How the hell do I know you haven't moved out?!" Si Shu suddenly raised his voice, attracting the attention of passers-by.

"If you want to find someone," Song Yuesheng interrupted calmly, "shouldn't you start from the known addresses? Even if you really give up the lease, you can find some clues by asking the landlord..."

"Enough!" Si Shu grabbed her shoulders fiercely, but froze suddenly when he met her calm gaze.

When I didn’t know her well, I thought she was very attractive and wanted to see what was hidden in her deep eyes.

But I understand...

Except for being moved by Shen Zhirang's matter, no matter what happened, she was always so calm, or she was just acting, as if she had lost the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness that a normal person should have.

"…It's okay, Shengsheng."

Si Shu thought of the past and suddenly pressed Song Yuesheng into his arms, rubbing his chin gently against the top of her head.

The expensive suit fabric was wrinkled by her grip, but he seemed not to feel it. He just said in a hoarse voice: "You can stay away for as long as you want in the future..." His Adam's apple rolled violently, "Just remember to come back to find me."

Song Yuesheng froze in his arms.

His "favoritism" towards her seemed to have become more serious.

How about visiting some temples in the suburbs?

While she was thinking, Si Shu had already let go of her, interlocked his fingers with her hand and walked towards the Mercedes-Benz: "Let's go, let's go home."

He opened the passenger door and protected the top of her head with incredibly gentle movements.

Not far away, Xiao Tao, who had asked for leave from Sister Zhen and hurried over, saw the scene of the two people leaving in a mess in the wind.

This is this...

So Mr. Song and Mr. Si are a perfect match.

Is Dr. Xu also a poacher?

Then... isn't Third Brother trying to steal someone's girlfriend?

Ouch.

What's this thing?

**

When Si Shu opened the door, the air in the rental house was still dull with the feeling of having been away for a long time.

The sunlight shines through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor. Under the fruit plate on the coffee table, the edge of a piece of paper is slightly curled up.

Song Yuesheng walked straight over and lifted the glass fruit plate with her slender fingertips.

"Here," she handed over the note, "it's all written on it."

Si Shu took the note and rubbed his fingertips across her cold fingertips.

The handwriting on the note was so neat that it sounded almost cold: [Going to Haiyuan City to film a movie for about a month.]

The date is also marked in the lower right corner, like some kind of rigorous work report.

"I didn't think it through." His voice was hoarse, but he froze the moment he raised his eyes - a fresh bite mark on the side of Song Yuesheng's neck was faintly visible among the broken hair.

The tooth marks were clear, and there was a faint bruise on the edges, which was obviously left in the past two days.

"Shengsheng." He suddenly called her, his voice terribly soft.

"Ok?"

The next second, the world was spinning and she was pushed into the sofa.

The mask was roughly pulled off, revealing slightly swollen lips.

Si Shu supported himself on top of her, his knuckles turned white from pinching, his Adam's apple rolling violently: "The people outside are not clean..."

His voice was hoarse.

"Stop torturing yourself like this, okay?"

Song Yuesheng looked into his scarlet eyes, and the pain in them made her heart shrink slightly.

"In a sense, not a stranger." She explained softly, "Without his inspiration, I might have gone crazy a long time ago. If you want to know, I can tell you who it is."

"Do you love him?" Si Shu's voice seemed to be forced out from his chest.

"No." She shook her head, her hair rubbing against the sofa cushions, "He's just an old friend I haven't seen for more than ten years, but he treats me..."

A slightly cool palm suddenly covered her lips.

Si Shu leaned over, resting his forehead on her shoulder, breathing hotly: "Does what you promised me still count?"

"Forget it." Her answer was muffled in his palm. "So how long will Shen Zhirang's matter take?"

"I'll show you what happened in a few days."

Song Yuesheng nodded slightly, then pushed him: "How long are you going to stay on me?"

"A long time." Si Shu tightened his arms around her waist, buried his nose in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath, "Bad woman, you actually came back with someone else's traces..." His canine teeth rubbed across the bite mark dangerously, "Do you know how much I want to cover them all up now?"

"Then why hold back?"

Si Shu suddenly stood up, holding her face and examining it carefully. His thumb rubbed the dark circles under her eyes, and finally just kissed her chin lightly: "You are just afraid that some little bastard will be upset and then pretend to be dead to scare me."

Silence spread in the air.

Song Yuesheng suddenly said, "I'm going to see Xu Yanheng tomorrow."

"Why are you meeting him?"

Si Shu instantly tensed his back, like a beast whose territory was invaded.