Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 701: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

"Song..."

As soon as he said a word, Pei Zhao felt a heat on his neck.

Her lips pressed gently against his, then disappeared in an instant.

When he came to his senses, the tie had loosened.

"Okay." Song Yuesheng raised her head, the lipstick on her lips faded a little, like a smudged rose petal, "I want the reward for winning."

She smiled and pushed his chest, "You can go on and clean up outside."

Realizing where her lip color remained, Pei Zhaoye's breathing became heavier, and his eyes were as dark as insoluble ink.

"Losers in the game..." He grabbed Song Yuesheng's wrist as she tried to leave, his voice hoarse, "usually get a consolation prize."

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

At first, they were just lips touching, but he suddenly lost control when he touched the corner of her lips.

Song Yuesheng's response from her slightly opened red lips and the sound that spilled from between her lips and teeth became the most deadly catalyst.

Pei Zhaoye held her on the table, his palm supporting the back of her neck and deepening the kiss.

Her fingers inserted into his hair, and the subtle pulling sensation made him tense all over.

Things were scattered on the table, but no one paid any attention to them.

Until a change that could not be ignored suddenly woke Pei Zhaoye up.

He let go of her almost sheepishly, grabbed her wrist and strode towards the door.

"Song Yuesheng." His voice was hoarse due to love, and it was a bit pleading, "Don't do this again in the future."

The sound of a door closing accompanied the last words.

“It’s going to get out of control.”

Outside.

Song Yuesheng touched his swollen lips, a smile flashing across his eyes.

But just now... was no different from being out of control.

However, it is far from enough to make the Pei family power behind him work for her.

Agents and "predicted plots" cannot be fully trusted.

Completing the task still depends on previous experience.

Only by gaining control of the Pei family could she investigate whether the original owner had lost his memory.

If we investigate now, we will only be discovered and then exploited.

The three male protagonists and the suspected female protagonist may not be the only ones involved.

After all, she is in the light and others are in the dark.

After that day, Pei Zhaoye started to avoid her and even moved out of her house on the grounds that "the company is too far from here and it's inconvenient."

Song Yuesheng let him do what he wanted.

Because she is too busy.

Exams, competitions, and running errands for teachers and professors in the school.

Because of Sang Wan's recommendation, she also has to rehearse a stage play for New Year's Day more than a month later.

Without him.

Sang Wan is the deputy director of the school's literature and art department.

In short, Song Yuesheng was too busy every day to have the extra energy to hang out with Pei Zhaoye.

"Xiao Yue, there are still ten days until the client's deadline. Have you thought about what to do?"

In the backstage dressing room of Ning Grand Auditorium, the orange-yellow light illuminates the entire space.

Sang Wan sat in front of the makeup mirror, rubbing her fingers unconsciously, revealing her inner anxiety.

"Don't move. This is a human skin mask that I spent a lot of money to customize."

Song Yuesheng's slender fingers pinched a piece of human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wing, concentrating on adjusting the edge details for Sang Wan.

"Today is the first time that the Arts Department will inspect all performances, so there has to be something to keep things in order."

Sang Wan looked through the mirror at Song Yuesheng who was concentrating behind her, and her brows unconsciously frowned.

"It's well known throughout the school that you two are in love, but the client wants a girlfriend who is overbearing and unreasonable and will make Eight Million hate her..."

Because there were other people in the dressing room, Sang Wan deliberately lowered her voice.

With the help of a human skin mask, the sound was much smaller.

Song Yuesheng continued with his work, his voice brisk but unquestionable: "Don't worry. The bait has been out for many days, it will definitely reach the ears of the big fish, it's just a matter of time."

After saying that, she patted Sang Wan's shoulder gently, indicating that she was done.

Sang Wan knew that she had an idea, so he stopped asking.

She looked at the unfamiliar self in the mirror.

A sharp-edged male face, only the eyes still retained her own spirit.

Although I wore masks during previous rehearsals, they were not as sophisticated as this one.

She reached out and touched the face that did not belong to her. The touch was cold and strange, making her shiver.

Sang Wan hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "By the way, Xiaoyue, why did you propose to the minister to play the role of a hero?"

"Of course it's to add highlights to our play." Song Yuesheng put the makeup tools in order and smiled at her mysteriously, "Don't you think that a woman playing the role of the king can better highlight the difficulties of being a woman in that era?"

"Okay, I'm going to go change."

Sang Wan looked at Song Yuesheng's departing back, feeling mixed emotions.

It is exactly as Xiaoyue said.

After adding cross-dressing, the student who wrote the script elevated the originally simple love story into an indictment of the shackles of the times.

The previous king had no son, and his daughter was forced to succeed to the throne in order to prevent the country from being invaded by other countries. The prince was an adopted orphan.

The king has been trying to stop the prince from falling in love with a commoner girl because he had too high expectations of the prince, and so he did things too extreme.

The queen played by Xiao Yue is friends with the king, but because of the power in her hands, she often does bad things according to her temper.

Sang Wan took a deep breath and practiced the king's majestic expression in front of the mirror, but he always felt that he could not act out that kind of complex and contradictory feeling.

She was really afraid of messing up the role and making a fool of herself at the New Year's Eve party.

In fact, Xiaoyue is more suitable for this complex role than myself.

But she said that playing a purely villainous role was very enjoyable and she refused to play the role of the king no matter what.

Others are happy with their roles.

The role of the king fell to her, the organizer of the stage play.

**

In the office of the general manager of Pei Group, Pei Zhaoye was buried in a pile of documents.

The lights outside the window were just coming on, and the neon lights of the city shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto his chiseled profile, outlining a cold and hard line.

Sudden.

The office door was pushed open suddenly.

Pei's mother walked in aggressively in high heels.

Her well-maintained face was filled with anger, and she threw a stack of photos directly onto Pei Zhaoye's desk.

"Take a closer look. This is the girlfriend you found for yourself because you disobeyed your family's arrangements!" Mother Pei's voice was sharp and piercing, and she poked the photo heavily with her finger.

Pei Zhaoye's brows frowned slightly.

He put down his pen and picked up the photo.

In the photo, Song Yuesheng is wearing a gorgeous court dress and is intimately holding the arm of a strange man. The two are smiling at each other.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and the fingers holding the photo tightened unconsciously, with his knuckles turning white.

So... this is the happy stage play she mentioned?

"Mom, this is the program for the New Year's Eve party."

Mother Pei sneered: "Which school's New Year's Eve party performance needs to be so fussy?"

She threw out a few more photos.

"So many people were watching and laughing. You can imagine how much was going on when they weren't watching, and how many things were being hidden from you!"

He saw Song Yuesheng adjusting the man's bow tie and saw him leaning over and whispering in her ear.

Every word his mother said was like a catalyst, making his anger grow stronger and stronger.

"enough!"

Pei Zhaoye stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh sound on the floor.

Without waiting for Pei's mother to say anything, he grabbed the car keys on the table and rushed out of the office in big strides, not even bothering to take his suit jacket.

His heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor, and every step seemed to be able to wear through the floor.

Pei's mother looked at her son's departing back, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile.

She elegantly took out her phone from her Hermès bag and opened WeChat: "Xiaotang, thank you for watching over me. Good boy, I'm sorry for putting you through this."

Shortly after the voice message was sent, the other party replied with something like “You’re welcome. I’m glad you can help me.”

Mother Pei chuckled as she sorted out the photos on the table and put them into her bag one by one.

It would be better to take action yourself than to spend those millions.

Xiaotang is a really good kid.

If her eldest son had not injured his leg in a car accident, there wouldn't be the trouble now!