Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 828: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (41 words)

The next morning.

As soon as Song Yuesheng opened the door of the hotel room, a slender figure came into view.

Si Shu was leaning against the door, his suit jacket casually draped over his arm and his tie hanging loosely, obviously having come in a hurry.

"Good morning." He raised his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, and there was a faint dark blue under his eyes.

Song Yuesheng was startled: "When did you... arrive?"

"Two o'clock in the morning." He chuckled and raised his hand to rub his brow. "I was afraid you had something urgent, so I booked the earliest flight directly."

Song Yuesheng frowned slightly: "Why don't you call?"

Si Shu's body swayed, as if the sobriety he had forced himself to maintain finally collapsed, and his voice gradually became lower: "It's too late... What if I wake you up..."

Before he could finish his words, he leaned forward and rested his forehead heavily on her shoulder.

Song Yuesheng subconsciously supported him.

She sighed, and her fingertips gently brushed his hot earlobe: "Silly, what will waking me up delay?"

"Um……"

Si Shu responded vaguely, wrapping his arms around her waist, his nose rubbing against the side of her neck, his breathing hot and heavy, "Shengsheng, can you sleep with me for a while... I can't sleep without you..."

Song Yuesheng's mouth twitched.

The truth was revealed in just three sentences.

Could he say a few more words?

But she still needed his help right now, so she had to suppress the urge to expose him and patted his back perfunctorily: "Okay."

The man leaning on her shoulder raised his lips slightly when he heard this.

But the next second, he muttered again: "Don't be soft-hearted to others next time... They are not as innocent as me." He paused, tightened his arms and emphasized, "Your soft-heartedness... can only be for me."

Song Yuesheng rolled his eyes.

She had heard this at least eight out of ten times, and each time she heard it emphasized "you can only be soft-hearted to me", her ears were almost callused from hearing it.

She said "hmm" perfunctorily and dragged the large pendant into the room.

Si Shu became more and more aggressive and pressed his whole body weight on her, but at an angle where Song Yuesheng couldn't see, he secretly buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath with satisfaction.

Song Yuesheng helped Si Shu back to the room and set the alarm on his cell phone to seven o'clock in the evening.

She didn't dare to take any chances.

The last time this man came back from a business trip, he held her and slept for almost the entire day.

If she hadn't felt that time had been too long and hadn't forcibly woken him up by shaking him, this man would probably have slept until the end of time.

As soon as I put down my phone, my wrist was suddenly grabbed by a force.

Before she could react, Si Shu turned over and pressed her into the soft quilt, pressing his scorching hot lips against hers.

The kiss was fierce and urgent.

The tip of his tongue pushed open her teeth, as if he wanted to pour all the longing he had for her during these days of not seeing her into this kiss.

Song Yuesheng could clearly feel his rolling Adam's apple, and...

"Well..." She frowned, put her palm on his sweaty chest and pushed hard, "Brother, aren't you afraid of sudden death?"

Si Shu panted and supported himself on top of her, stroking her flushed cheeks with his fingertips, his voice hoarse: "I would rather die on you."

Song Yuesheng suddenly laughed when he heard this.

She put her arms around his neck, her obsidian eyes sparkling with danger. "Okay. I think they'll be happy to have one less competitor."

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured down on me.

Most of Si Shu's desire disappeared in an instant.

Who wants to see those rivals looking so proud?

He hummed reluctantly, loosened his grip on her, and hugged her from behind like a large dog.

His warm lips pressed against her earlobe and bit it gently: "Shengsheng, it's all your fault for being so popular... Have you found someone else these days?"

"No."

Pei Yu doesn’t count.

The guy broke in using the universal room card.

What's more, because of his appearance, there was another original heroine, and she was so annoyed that she didn't want to have anything to do with him at all.

"That's more like it..." Si Shu muttered vaguely, burying his face in her neck and taking a deep breath.

Shengsheng probably didn't realize that she was beginning to have normal human emotions.

he likes.

So do they.

That's why I've been so eager to get her love lately, "fighting" for her attention, even if it means doing something she doesn't like...

Thinking of this, Si Shu's arms unconsciously tightened a little more.

"Si Shu," Song Yuesheng gritted his teeth as he was strangled to the point of having difficulty breathing, "I'm a human, not a pillow."

A low laugh came from above my head: "I know my limits."

As soon as the words fell——

He fell asleep.

Song Yuesheng: "..."

She immediately activated [One Thought of Life and Death] to cause her soul to leave her body. A translucent spirit emerged from her body and looked down at the two people hugging each other on the bed.

Si Shu held her original body tightly in his arms as if she were a treasure.

"..."

Fortunately, the breathing in the soul state can be fed back to the body, otherwise her headline tomorrow would be "A woman suffocated to death late at night, suspected to be caused by her boyfriend hugging her too tightly."

Song Yuesheng, in spirit form, held his forehead and sighed, then floated to the window and looked at the gradually brightening sky.

I have to meet Su Yunwei tonight, so this guy must not oversleep.

**

When Si Shu fell asleep with Song Yuesheng in his arms, a strange atmosphere filled the shooting site of the film and television base.

Su Yunwei mispronounced her lines for the third time, and the prop teacup in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the splashing tea stained the hem of her costume.

"Cut!"

Director Li took off his headphones and forced a smile: "Yun Wei, how about you take a break first? We can move Group B's scenes forward."

The crew members on the set exchanged knowing glances.

This was the fifth NG this morning. Su Yunwei, who was usually known for her professionalism, seemed to have lost her soul today.

The air conditioner in the RV made a slight hum. Su Yunwei curled up on the leather sofa, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the phone.

The screen still contained the last search records at four in the morning: [Si Shu scandal] [Song Yuesheng background].

But no matter which one, the search results are zero.

"Sister Su, have some ginseng tea." Assistant Xiao Yuan handed over a warm cup of tea and looked at the faint blue shadows under her eyes with concern. "Did you stay up late to read the script again?"

Su Yunwei took the teacup, and the steaming hot air blurred her tired face.

"That's it."

She took a sip, and the bitterness of the ginseng tea spread on the tip of her tongue, just like her tangled mood at the moment.

The girl who called herself Song Yuesheng last night and the lazy and magnetic male voice on the phone seemed like an absurd dream.

But the card with contact information at the bottom of the cosmetic bag is so real that it is dazzling.

"Xiao Yuan," Su Yunwei suddenly spoke, her voice so soft that it seemed as if she was talking to herself, "If there was a chance for you to leave President Jiang..."

The comb in the assistant's hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

She glanced at the closed doors and windows of the RV in panic and lowered her voice: "Sister Su! Don't say that!"

Su Yunwei looked at herself in the makeup mirror.

The 25-year-old actress should be in her prime, but she already has unconcealable fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

She thought about the movie invitation that Jiang Chengping turned down last week, the advertising contracts that had been replaced for unknown reasons, and her increasingly fewer roles...

"I'm just assuming." She picked up the powder puff and gently touched up her makeup, her voice frighteningly calm, "If a company offers three times the salary, and the boss is a very powerful person..."

Xiao Yuan bit her lip and thought for a moment: "Then I have to find out the details of the company first, and it would be best if I could meet the boss himself..."

She suddenly held Su Yunwei's cold hand and said, "But Sister Su, no matter what decision you make, I will follow you!"

Su Yunwei was stunned for a moment, and finally a sincere smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

She took out her cell phone and her fingertips hovered over Song Yuesheng's number.

The sunlight from outside the window shines through the gauze curtains, casting mottled light and shadows on the back of her hand, like fragments of countless possibilities.

Sudden.

A peculiar ringtone broke the silence.

It was a selection from Swan Lake specially composed for Jiang Chengping, but the cheerful melody sounded particularly harsh at this moment.

Xiaoyuan's movements froze instantly, like a doll with the pause button pressed.

She made a silent gesture to Su Yunwei and tiptoed out of the RV. The metal buckle made a slight "click" sound when she closed the door.

Su Yunwei stared at the name jumping on the screen, her chest heaving violently.

She took three deep breaths until her nails dug deeply into her palms before she slid open the answer button.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang, why are you calling me at this time?" Her voice was instantly coated with honey, and the ending tone rose like a little hook.

Jiang Chengping's unique voice with nasal resonance came from the other end of the phone: "I heard that you are not in a good state today?"

In the background there was the faint sound of golf clubs colliding.

"Are you missing me so much that you can't sleep? Tonight I just happen to..."

"Oh, I just stayed up late to read the script!" Su Yunwei interrupted coquettishly, her fingers tightly grasping the armrest of the sofa, leaving deep wrinkles on the leather surface, "If Mr. Jiang comes over tonight, I will definitely have to take a day off tomorrow..."

She suddenly lowered her voice, as if sharing a secret, "Why not wait until I finish filming in ten days... By then there won't be those random people in the crew..."

Heavy breathing could be heard from the other end of the line. Jiang Chengping's voice suddenly became hoarse: "Ten days? You know how hard it was for me to endure..."

"Mr. Jiang~"

Su Yunwei suddenly raised her voice, her voice so sweet that it looked like syrup was dripping out, "In ten days... I will definitely make you enjoy yourself..."

She stared at a crack in the RV's wallpaper, her eyes cold as ice.

When the call finally ended, Su Yunwei collapsed on the sofa as if all the strength had been drained away.

She rubbed her stiff cheeks mechanically, with the corners of her mouth still maintaining the upward curve.

Her current appearance was reflected in the dressing mirror. Disgust could not be concealed under the carefully drawn eyeliner, and her lips painted with coral lipstick were trembling slightly.

The phone screen gradually went dark, and when the last ray of light disappeared, she suddenly grabbed the pillow and smashed it against the wall. Feathers floated out of the cracks like a miniature avalanche.

This phone call was like the last straw, completely crushing the hesitation in her heart.

She must leave Jiang Chengping!

**

At 7:50 in the evening, Su Yunwei stepped into the teahouse wearing high heels.

The dim lantern cast a swaying shadow on her face, hiding her nervousness and anticipation in the haze.

She arrived ten minutes early on purpose, wanting to occupy last night's box first, but got an unexpected answer when she asked.

"Sorry, Zhuyun Pavilion has been booked." The receptionist smiled and looked up, "It's a lady with long chestnut hair and a gentleman..."

Su Yunwei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Is Si Shu really here?

She forced herself to remain calm and smoothed her curly hair: "We are friends, please take me upstairs."

Every step I took following the waiter upstairs felt like walking on cotton.

Su Yunwei stopped in front of the box door, his fingertips unconsciously adjusting his collar. He took three deep breaths before pushing open the carved wooden door.

The scene before her made her freeze in place instantly.