readsfreenovel Chapter 705: Four Shadows of Rose (4)
Chapter 705: Four Shadows of Rose (4)
Song Yuesheng turned and walked towards the locker room amid a chorus of well-intentioned cheering.
When she changed into the luxurious dress and returned to the dressing room, her steps suddenly stopped.
Pei Zhaoye was sitting in her dressing chair, her long legs casually crossed, her bony fingers playing with the bouquet of pink roses.
The light shone obliquely on his well-defined profile, and his student-like childishness faded away, and he already had the aura of a sharp business emperor like the heir of the Pei family in the plot.
The entire dressing room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, with only the slight sound of cosmetics colliding.
Song Yuesheng noticed that several girls were secretly looking at him in the mirror while putting on makeup.
"explain."
The moment Pei Zhaoye raised his eyes, the temperature in the entire dressing room seemed to drop ten degrees.
The girls who were originally glancing at him immediately lowered their heads and pretended to be busy.
He walked towards her holding the bouquet of flowers.
"Allergic to pollen?"
"So serious that I can't sleep, can't breathe, and am about to die?"
He took a step forward, and the scent of roses instantly surrounded her.
"You don't let me send you flowers, but you accept them from others."
With the last step, his nose was almost touching hers.
The warm breath with a faint minty scent sprayed on her slightly hot cheeks.
Noticing that she remained expressionless, Pei Zhaoye's eyes darkened and he suddenly raised his hand to throw the bouquet away.
The moment the bouquet was thrown hard to the ground, Song Yuesheng leaned sideways and caught it steadily.
This action completely angered Pei Zhaoye.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his chest, his thumb rolling hard over the lip gloss she had just applied.
"Song Song, you shouldn't have lied to me."
There were gasps coming from the dressing room.
Song Yuesheng gently threw the bouquet onto the cushion beside her and helplessly took his hand away from her lips.
"I don't accept flowers, don't you know why?"
"I still have over 5,000 unopened gift boxes at home from what you gave me before. Where can I put more flowers? How can I take care of them? Nothing is as practical as flower seeds."
The anger in Pei Zhaoye's eyes froze for a moment, but soon burned even more fiercely: "These are two different things! You shouldn't accept someone else's flowers and encourage him to steal my girl!"
"Who said I accepted it? I don't even know who gave it to me." Song Yuesheng was speechless.
She glanced at the bouquet and said tiredly, "I had planned to wait until I changed my clothes, then find a vase and put the flowers in the dressing room. The person who sent them had ulterior motives, but the flowers are innocent, so it would be great to keep them as decoration."
"But I'm still angry."
Pei Zhaoye's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of grievance in his nasal tone.
His tall frame leaned forward slightly, like a large dog seeking comfort, and he naturally wanted to lean his weight on her.
Song Yuesheng pushed his head away and said seriously, "Pei Zhaoye, you should quickly return to your seat in the front audience seats as a famous alumnus. I have no interest and no time to perform a live sex show with you here."
The tips of Pei Zhaoye's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and instantly the red spread from the base of his ears to his neck.
He hurriedly covered Song Yuesheng's mouth, and when his palm touched her soft lips, his fingertips trembled unconsciously.
"Song Song!"
He growled in shame and anger, but his voice was so soft that it had no deterrent effect.
Glancing around, Pei Zhaoye dragged her out of the dressing room almost as if he was running away.
"You are so brave, you dare to kidnap a queen."
"Stop talking."
Pei Zhaoye stopped and trapped Song Yuesheng in the corner of the corridor.
He lowered his head and moved closer, his hot breath spraying on her lips.
"Song Song, say it again..." His voice was unusually hoarse, caressing her red lips, with a dark tide in his eyes, "After the party is over, we will slowly settle this account."
Song Yuesheng was about to say something when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance.
Under the light in the distance, Pei's mother was talking in a low voice with Su Yutang, and the pearl earrings were shining coldly under the light.
She smiled and said, "It's a pity that the party is over and no one has time. They will occupy your time or mine."
Pei Zhaoye followed her gaze and frowned slightly.
"Song Song, why do I feel like you..."
When he looked back again, there was only a faint scent of roses left in his arms.
Song Yuesheng had already nimbly stepped back two steps and was waving at him with his head tilted.
The question "You are afraid of my parents" was never asked and turned into a helpless sigh in the throat.
Looking at the figure walking away, Pei Zhaoye loosened his tie and walked towards the audience.
It's ok.
There is always a way to protect her.
And not far away.
After Su Yutang watched Pei's mother leave, the gentle smile on her face instantly faded.
She took out her cell phone and tapped the screen with her nails:
[Didn’t you say she was your most satisfying patient?]
[Action?]
[How many days has it been?]
About two or three minutes later, the other party replied.
[Cousin, you are not a doctor, so you don’t understand what gradual treatment is.]
Su Yutang was so angry that he wanted to grab Yan Sui and scold him immediately.
His mother was just adopted by his grandmother.
The names are on the household registration book, but there is no blood relationship at all.
Call him cousin, are you really pretending?
Are you qualified to put on airs in front of her?
She took a deep breath and locked her phone.
It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on anyone.
After Su Yutang took a break, he went to the prop room.
The prop room was empty.
Her fingertips lightly brushed across the rows of costumes, finally stopping in front of a hanger labeled "Love Song of the Crown of Thorns - Queen Scene 3".
The crystal crown sparkled under the light, and a hint of jealousy flashed in Su Yutang's eyes.
She reached out and took off the crown, rubbing her fingertips over the largest rhinestone in the center.
"You like being a queen so much..." She sneered and suddenly broke it with force.
"Click——"
The main drill fell off, bounced a few times on the floor, and rolled to the corner.
Su Yutang looked at the broken crown with satisfaction, and took out a thumb-sized glass bottle from her handbag.
The colorless liquid slowly flowed down the collar of the costume, quickly seeping into the fabric and disappearing.
Su Yutang shook the costume gently to ensure that the potion was evenly distributed.
Although this little trick is the lowest of the low, she will not be able to relieve the hatred in her heart if she doesn't do something.
"Song Yuesheng, even though you have Pei Zhaoye under your control, this time..." She whispered to herself, "Let's see how you can hide."
She gave her handiwork one last inspection and threw the bottle into the trash can behind the door.
As soon as Su Yutang left, two women wearing "Logistics Team" work badges pushed the door open and walked in.
The tall one walked straight to the corner and picked up the fallen main diamond.
"Tickle Mist?" The round-faced woman picked up the costume and sniffed it. Suddenly her eyes widened. "This girl is really poisonous."
"If I wear this on stage and the medicine gets on my skin..."
The tall woman imagined the scene of the drug seeping into the skin and couldn't help but frown. "Making a fool in public is the least of the problems. An allergic reaction could send you straight to the hospital."
The two looked at each other and acted in tacit understanding.
The tall woman neatly put the costumes into a black sealed bag, while the round-faced woman quickly sent messages.
"Mr. is too concerned about Miss Song."
The round-faced woman muttered quietly as she overturned the trash can behind the door.
"Why do you think the master is so nice to Miss Song?" She couldn't help but lower her voice, "I don't think the master has any romantic feelings for her."
If you liked him, you would have dealt with Pei Zhaoye long ago.
How could he be allowed to stay with Miss Song for so long?
"I don't know. But there are some things you shouldn't ask. Remember, we are only responsible for ensuring that Miss Song completes the performance safely."
The round-faced woman nodded.
suddenly.
She picked up a glass bottle, tidied the trash can, and walked cautiously to the tall woman.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Sir, you must come tonight."
"Yeah. After searching for so long, a clue finally appeared."
The lights in the prop room flickered, illuminating the faint black butterfly pattern on the outside of the glass bottle held by the round-faced woman.