Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 700: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Who taught this young master who “doesn’t care about worldly things” how to cook?

Don’t go into the kitchen if you haven’t cooked before, okay?

However, due to the presence of outsiders, Song Yuesheng didn't say anything. After all the workers left, she started to talk.

"Pei Zhaoye, please stay away from the kitchen in the future. I don't want to see a brand new kitchen every day when I come home."

"Don't blame the tools if you're not a good cook."

"No one requires you to be able to cook, and I don't have one either. Eating right after returning home is not suitable for the two of us..."

Before he finished speaking, a strange scene suddenly flashed before his eyes.

[Little friend, are you sure you have thought it through? ]

The young girl was sitting in a swivel chair, with a pair of bony hands resting on her shoulders and a thin-chain silver watch on her left wrist.

[Yes. Also, my eighteenth birthday is in three months, so please don’t talk to me in a childish tone.]

She heard the original owner say this.

"Song Yuesheng." Pei Zhaoye's deep voice brought her back to reality. He came closer to her without her noticing, his warm breath spraying on her ears. "Going home every day...you are so impatient for me to move in."

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes: "No, I didn't ask you to move in."

The nameplate on the table in the picture that suddenly flashed in my mind just now clearly read "Psychologist Yan Sui".

The last male protagonist in this world.

But now she couldn't find any clues in the original owner's memory.

There are two situations.

First, the agent did not give the full amount.

Second, there was a problem with the original owner's memory. She forgot some things, so when she took over, she didn't know those forgotten parts.

However, no matter which situation it is, it is extremely disadvantageous to her now, and she can only passively respond to the opponent's moves.

Pei Zhaoye, however, looked unconvinced.

He leaned forward, and his tall figure cast a shadow under the light, covering Song Yuesheng entirely.

"I know you're just being stubborn." His voice was low and with a doting smile, his slender fingers gently brushed away the strands of hair on her forehead, "Just think of it as me forcing you to move in."

"If someone asks me, I will say it's my fault and I won't embarrass you."

However, none of the situations described online occurred.

Song Yuesheng took a step back, a sly look flashing in his eyes: "Master Pei, since you moved here, have you ever thought about your soon-to-be-engaged fiancée?"

Pei Zhaoye's eyes suddenly darkened.

“I’ve taken care of it,” he said.

"That's it..."

Song Yuesheng tilted his head and tapped his chin with his index finger, as if thinking.

After a moment, she suddenly smiled and said, "Then move in. I'll write some housing details later, remember to take a look."

Pei Zhaoye frowned and grabbed her wrist, "Is this how you treat your boyfriend?"

Song Yuesheng tapped his forehead lightly as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Look at my memory."

She suddenly put her arms around his neck, put her red lips close to his ear, and said with a sweet breath: "My boyfriend moved in, of course he wants to have fun every day..."

The tips of Pei Zhaoye's ears instantly turned red as blood dripping from them, and his brain went blank for a moment with a buzzing sound.

He grabbed her wrist in panic, distanced himself from her, and turned his face away.

"I don't think so."

The voice was incredibly dry.

"Then follow the housing rules." Song Yuesheng took two steps back, crossed his arms, with a sly smile in his eyes, "If you violate it three times, I will knock you out and throw you out."

She made a knife-like motion with her hand.

"You treat me like this?" Pei Zhaoye widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Even if we're lovers, we still have our own private space. Pei Zhaoye, I'm not targeting you."

"Not used to it..." Song Yuesheng pointed to the door, "Look, the door is over there."

Pei Zhaoye's pupils suddenly contracted.

He couldn't take feelings so lightly like she did.

Now he would go crazy if he left for a step.

"I didn't say leave."

His voice was hoarse, and he rushed to her in two steps. "Song Yuesheng, you are not allowed to say such things again in the future."

"I'll try my best." She looked up at him, her eyes frighteningly calm.

"What do you mean by try your best?" Pei Zhaoye's breathing became rapid. "You promised me last night!"

His fingers tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning white.

Song Yuesheng looked over his shoulder and towards the darkening dusk outside the window: "If we encounter force majeure..."

Her voice was as light as a feather. "I must be the one who has to go."

Pei Zhaoye's body suddenly froze.

He understood what she meant.

The Pei family was like a mountain standing between the two of them.

Her parents wouldn't do anything to him, but there was no guarantee that they wouldn't target her.

This realization made his heart feel as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

"That day won't come." He leaned over, resting his forehead against hers, his voice low and firm, "I promise."

If there was any, it was because his feelings for her had faded, not because of pressure from the Pei family.

"Since you have the letter of guarantee, just stamp it."

Song Yuesheng suddenly raised his finger and touched his lips, and the smile in his eyes spread like ripples.

Pei Zhaoye took two steps back as if he was scalded, and his lower back hit the coffee table.

The tips of his ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his neck turned crimson.

"You...you...don't do this..." His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was unusually dry.

"Where?"

Song Yuesheng tilted his head and approached him step by step.

"I...I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. I will move here tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already squeezed past her and almost ran away.

I left in such a hurry that I even forgot to close the door.

Her laughter was clear to my ears.

Pei Zhaoye was both embarrassed and annoyed.

How could she be worried about the future one second and tease him as if nothing had happened the next?

She must have found some great "boyfriend strategies".

No!

If this continues, how can he still save face in front of her?

He also wants to find a more powerful "girlfriend strategy" to let Song Yuesheng taste the feeling of being at a loss.

However, Pei Zhaoye miscalculated

He mustered up the courage to attack, and Song Yuesheng met his challenge with ease.

He tried to step back and keep his distance, but she did it just right, making him feel uneasy.

No matter which trick she used, in the end he would be blushing and she would be smiling from ear to ear.

It’s like spring cleaning day right now.

The housing rules state that a thorough cleaning is required once a week.

Pei Zhaoye realized that his book was placed on the table. He hurried back to the guest room from the living room and saw Song Yuesheng holding his "How to Conquer Her" in his hand.

"It seems that our Master Pei works very hard."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Song Yuesheng's voice.

Pei Zhaoye took a deep breath, strode over, snatched the book back and stuffed it into the drawer, with a sense of throwing away the whole thing.

"Well, it's what you see."

His Adam's apple rolled, "Song Yuesheng, you win. I have always been losing."

Song Yuesheng chuckled and suddenly reached out to tie his tie.

The silk fabric slid between her fingers, making a slight rustling sound.

"There is no winning or losing in love." She gently pulled him down, forcing him to lower his head. "Pei Zhaoye, I'm glad you've put so much thought into me."

Her breath, so close to me, had a faint minty scent.

Pei Zhaoye was stunned.

This is the flavor of the mint candy she has been using to stay awake every night for her recent professional exams.

She said coffee no longer worked for her.

This realization made his heart tremble.

Having recently taken over Pei's business and having to balance schoolwork, he thought he already knew very little about her life.

But it turned out that he remembered even such subtle habits clearly.

"You're always like this." He whispered helplessly, with a doting tone in his voice that he himself didn't even notice, "I can't argue with you."

"No reward?" Song Yuesheng's fingertips climbed up along his tie and finally stopped at his Adam's apple. "We have been officially dating for a month. Pei Zhaoye, you don't even give me a kiss?"

"Song Yuesheng!"

Pei Zhaoye tried to take her hand away, but she suddenly pulled his tie and he fell towards her uncontrollably. Seeing that he was about to hit the corner of the table, he hurriedly protected her waist.

The distance between them suddenly shortened, and their noses almost touched.

This is an intimate distance that has never been broken in the past.

"Pei Zhaoye, has anyone ever told me..." Song Yuesheng's fingertips lightly touched the small mole on his collarbone, "Is the small mole here just the right amount of sexiness?"