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Chapter 255: Four Conditions for Winning the Script Killing Game (4)

"Although I'm not Cheng Yixing's girlfriend yet, what you said is too boring."

Song Yuesheng shrugged indifferently.

Then she sat on a bench near the glass and raised her hand leisurely.

"Cheng Yiyan, since you know the relationship between Cheng Yixing and me, please tell my aunt not to do unnecessary things."

"Okay." Cheng Yiyan nodded, with a gentle smile in his eyes, "Xiaoyue, it will get cold after sunset, so it's better to go back to the villa as soon as possible."

He left after saying this.

Cheng Yiyan laid so much groundwork, seemingly just to say that she and Cheng Yixing were not suitable.

No, his words revealed something else.

Song Yuesheng raised her arm slightly and noticed the green hairband on her wrist.

She twirled her hair in circles, her mind moving.

The hairband turned into a skull ring and fell into her palm.

Song Yuesheng weighed the ring and murmured softly: "And you, how did you show up?"

She dared to say that apart from Luochuan, she was the person most familiar with the Netherworld Umbrella.

This thing looked the same as the Netherworld Umbrella, but she intuitively felt that it was not the same.

Moreover, if there were something that could cross dimensions, the Sparrow Spirit's headquarters would have discovered it long ago.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist.

Song Yuesheng subconsciously used the man's force to counter his opponent's force, grabbed the man's arm and twisted it hard.

"The young lady is really merciless."

Shen Huai said this playfully, but suddenly he exerted force, grabbed Song Yuesheng and pulled her off the bench.

Both of them fell to the ground.

Song Yuesheng was caught off guard and his body pressed against Shen Huai's solid chest.

His other arm went around her waist, encircling her in a slightly aggressive embrace.

She keenly noticed that something was wrong with Shen Huai.

Song Yuesheng raised his head.

His face was slightly red, but there was an almost satisfied curve at the corner of his mouth.

She wondered, "Are you on drugs?"

Shen Huai chuckled: "Miss, I've said it before, some people can't be touched."

At the same time, his fingers slowly moved on Song Yuesheng's delicate wrist.

The hand around her waist restlessly penetrated her clothes.

Every touch was accompanied by his low and magnetic breathing.

Song Yuesheng's eyes are deep.

She raised her hand and slid her fingertips across his face: "Shen Huai, will you treat all the girls who touch you like this?"

"Only Missy. Only you don't listen."

Shen Huai's eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

He seemed unsatisfied and took the initiative to rub her fingertips.

Song Yuesheng lowered his eyes.

A disobedient young lady.

She looked at him with eyes curved: "Why don't we go somewhere else and have a good chat?"

Song Yuesheng tried to break free from his arms, but unexpectedly Shen Huai hugged her even tighter.

His hand also moved up her back.

Song Yuesheng frowned: "Let go."

Shen Huai laughed, and his eyes behind the lenses turned crimson.

He exhaled slowly, his breath was frighteningly hot.

"My lady, how can a murderer who has been untied be content if he is not satisfied?"

Song Yuesheng clicked his tongue.

It seemed like he didn't hear a word she said just now.

People are coming and going outside.

He was not afraid of being seen.

She is afraid.

Song Yuesheng forcefully took his hand away from her waist.

Then he tensed all the muscles in his body, exerted force with both hands, flipped over, and threw Shen Huai backwards.

"Dangdang!"

Shen Huai fell heavily onto a flower stand not far away.

All three rows of flower pots were scattered and splashed all over the ground.

Shen Huai lay on the ground, gasping for breath. The pain made him feel as if his whole body was falling apart and he was unable to move.

When did she learn this?

**

Song Yuesheng glanced at his right wrist.

The expected red mark.

Maybe it’s because she stayed in the mission world for too long, but her physical skills are much more powerful than those in the real world.

In the past, she definitely couldn't throw anyone out.

At this moment, Cheng Yixing's face suddenly appeared on Song Yuesheng's head.

The tone is not very good.

"Song Yuesheng, is it fun to lie on the ground? You don't have to worry about catching a cold."

As he spoke, he reached out and helped her up from the ground.

He seemed not to notice the red mark on her wrist.

"You are heartless, and I cannot be heartless either. But if you say something irritating again next time, I will beat you up."

Song Yuesheng looked at Cheng Yixing in confusion.

It's only been an hour and he has calmed down?

Saying.

Maybe he came too quickly.

"Cough cough."

Song Yuesheng turned his head and looked at Shen Huai who stood up from the flower stand.

I almost forgot there was another person.

Unknown flowers were inserted in his hair.

Kind of funny.

"I can pretend that nothing happened just now. Next time you touch me..."

Before he could finish his words, Cheng Yixing rushed out.

There was a flame of anger in his eyes and he punched Shen Huai in the face.

In an instant, Shen Huai's glasses flew to the ground, accompanied by a crisp shattering sound, and the lenses scattered everywhere.

However, although Shen Huai looks weak, he is also very ruthless when he fights.

Every move and every style reveals a ferocity that should not be underestimated.

By the time Song Yuesheng came to his senses, most of the flowers in the greenhouse had been damaged.

"Cheng Yixing."

Cheng Yixing paused, turned his head and looked at her, with pain in his eyes.

"You said Shen Huai was touching you, why can't I beat him up?"

At this moment, Shen Huai suddenly picked up a pot of flowers and smashed it on Cheng Yixing's head regardless of everything.

Seeing this, Song Yuesheng kicked Shen Huai out.

"I called Cheng Yixing, but you took advantage of me. Shen Huai, next time you get horny regardless of the situation, I will stab you with a knife."

After saying that, she turned around and looked at Cheng Yixing.

"And you. I didn't say you can't beat people up. But this is Madam Cheng's favorite greenhouse. You're fighting here and destroying almost half of the greenhouse. How can your mother be happy?"

"Song Yuesheng..."

Cheng Yixing lowered his head slightly, and his hair on his forehead covered his eyes.

A stream of red liquid slowly dripped from his forehead.

"Okay, stop talking." Seeing this, Song Yuesheng interrupted him, "I'll take you to get bandaged first, and then think about how to explain it to your parents."

As she said that, she took a step forward, grabbed his hand and walked outside.

There's nothing going on every day.

Someone else has to die tonight.

Can't you just be quiet for a while?

After seeing the two people leave, Aunt Hui carried the flowers into the greenhouse.

The mess in the room didn't scare her, but Shen Huai's disheveled appearance frightened her greatly.

He wasn't wearing glasses and there were obvious scars on his face.

Adhering to the principle of not talking nonsense, Aunt Hui pretended that she saw nothing.

It wasn't until Shen Huai left that she couldn't help but guess.

Did Mr. Shen have a fight with Young Master Cheng?

**

Besides the players, there are only people from the Cheng family in the villa.

Sivis said that they had a friendly basketball match in the afternoon. As it was getting dark, Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng asked them to stay one more night for everyone's safety.

It's just a script-killing game, but they can actually rationalize the timeline.

Song Yuesheng chuckled softly, then took out a medicine box from the cabinet and walked towards Cheng Yixing who was sitting on the sofa.

The wound on his forehead was particularly eye-catching.

Song Yuesheng slowly leaned down and gently brushed away the hair in front of his forehead with her fingertips.

Then she took out a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and carefully approached the edge of the wound.

Song Yuesheng sighed, "Shen Huai hit him hard, I'm afraid he has more than just external injuries. How can someone smile all the time? You can tell at a glance that he's not a simple person. Tell me, why are you fighting with a person like him?"

Cheng Yixing looked at her and muttered softly: "If you didn't call me, it wouldn't be clear who would lose."

"That depends on the occasion." Song Yuesheng deliberately said, "So many flowers are ruined, your mother must be very sad."

Cheng Yixing hissed in pain, but still smiled: "Song Yuesheng, you are so anxious to think about your future mother-in-law."