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Chapter 799: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (12)

The lights in the boxing gym were so blinding that they made people dizzy.

Song Yuesheng shook her sweaty bangs and stared at Shen Zhirang who was thrown to the ground by a shoulder.

The man who could easily subdue her two days ago was now holding his abdomen and gasping for breath. The strands of hair on his forehead were soaked with sweat and stuck to his pale cheeks.

She squatted down and poked his taut abdominal muscles with her fingertips, "Are you letting me off? If I meet a bad guy and you don't take my sparring seriously like this, I'll be dead."

Shen Zhirang looked up at her, his Adam's apple rolling: "You will be fine."

He swallowed the second half of the sentence "My people will protect you" for fear of scaring her again, afraid that the promise would be like an invisible rope, forcing her to want to escape even more.

He treated her like a lost rabbit, but she turned out to be a tiger, a tiger that would never look back unless it bit someone and made them bleed.

Shen Zhirang smiled bitterly inwardly, and his palms tightened unconsciously.

Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes.

The light cast fine shadows under his eyelashes, making him look somewhat fragile.

"I'm going home." She stood up and dusted off her sweatpants. "I have a scene to shoot tomorrow morning."

Suddenly, a force grabbed her wrist.

Shen Zhirang's lips pressed against hers, and the kiss, which tasted like rust, ended in an instant.

Then, he tightened his arms like iron hoops, and his voice was muffled in her shoulder: "Can you stay with me for a while longer?" His voice was low and hoarse, with a fragility she had never heard before, "I won't delay your filming, nor will I interfere with your school life."

Song Yuesheng frowned and struggled to get up.

Her falling hair brushed across his face, bringing a slight itch. She stared into his eyes, which were still full of affection, with an unbelievable look in her eyes: "Shen Zhirang, have you been bewitched by the rival family? They made you think they were interested in me, but in fact they wanted to take over the Shen family's business?"

Shen Zhirang hugged her waist and laughed softly. There was an indescribable bitterness in his laughter: "How could there be such a mysterious thing in the world? Shengsheng, we have lived together for so many years, I... why can't I like you?"

Song Yuesheng didn't say anything.

Before she was able to leave her body, she didn't believe in those things.

But the facts are before our eyes and there are some things we cannot help but think about.

For example, she was always unable to defeat powerful people like Shen Zhirang, the fire meteorite she saw accidentally in her childhood, and today she was suddenly able to resist Shen Zhirang.

Are these seemingly unrelated things really just coincidences?

She didn't believe it anyway.

"Frowning easily causes wrinkles." Shen Zhirang sat up, raised his palm, and gently smoothed her brows. "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" Song Yuesheng asked subconsciously.

"I'll take you back to the hotel in Shudian. Don't you have to film tomorrow?" Shen Zhirang stood up and reached out to hold her wrist.

"Oh."

Song Yuesheng let him drag her away.

Her consciousness was a little hazy, and her steps moved forward mechanically.

She punched her fist.

Looking at Shen Zhirang's expression, anyone who didn't know her would think that he loved her deeply. It was too abnormal. She had to let Si Shu find someone to test whether she could really resist this kind of person.

Song Yuesheng was sitting in the car when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't booked a hotel. He turned his head and looked at the driver's seat: "Or should we go to your house?"

Shen Zhirang's knuckles tightened on the steering wheel, turning white.

The cedar scent of the car fragrance suddenly became pungent.

"It's a hotel," he said, trying to keep his voice low. "I don't know which crew you are in, so I booked a hotel that is close to each set."

Silence squeezed the space inside the car like a substance.

The blue light of the dashboard reflected on Shen Zhirang's tense jawline. He suddenly chuckled, breaking the frozen air: "Shengsheng, I'm going to City A on a business trip tomorrow, for about a month."

"Oh." Song Yuesheng stared at the street scenes passing by outside the window.

"If you encounter any difficulties, look for Jenkin." His voice was as gentle as if he was coaxing a child. "The osmanthus cake of Manshantang in City A is very famous. I will bring it to you when I come back..."

"I actually don't like sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Song Yuesheng suddenly interrupted him, "When you asked me what I liked, I just casually said a name I had heard of."

Her fingertips drew meaningless circles on the car window.

"Pumpkin porridge, roses... they were just random things. Apart from acting, I don't really have anything I like all the time."

Making money is not important, it is the lifeblood of life.

Shen Zhirang clenched the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Bitterness and regret spread in his heart, almost suffocating him. He took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the roadside, and tried to calm down: "Shengsheng."

His voice softened unconsciously as he interrupted her calm statement, fearing to hear words that would break his heart even more.

He tried hard to maintain his facial expression and not let his emotions show: "What do you like recently? I'll bring it to you when I come back."

Song Yuesheng looked at the bright lights of the hotel and suddenly remembered the bottle of lemon tea that Si Shu had drunk: "Lemon tea, it has good reviews online. I bought a bottle today, but it's a pity that I can't drink it anymore."

"Okay." Shen Zhirang parked the car steadily in front of the hotel.

When Song Yuesheng opened the car door, the night wind carried Shen Zhirang's voice: "Shengsheng."

"Hmm?" Song Yuesheng turned around, a little tired on his face, but still waited patiently for him to continue.

"…your cell phone."

"No, I've already bought a new one."

The moment the car door closed, Shen Zhirang slammed his cell phone on the steering wheel, and the horn's shrill cry startled the nightingale in the treetops.

He looked at Song Yuesheng's receding back, and ultimately did not dare to ask the question, "Have we reconciled?"

That's it.

That's good.

In the luxurious suite of the hotel, Song Yuesheng had just turned on the TV when his cell phone vibrated.

When she saw that it was a text message from Shen Zhirang reminding her to be careful during filming, she was stunned for a moment, then chuckled.

It is said that affectionate people can be forgiven.

But what kind of feelings do she have with Shen Zhirang?

If there was any, it was the excitement I felt the day I heard the news of his death.

The next day, the lights were already on when the crew finished work.

Song Yuesheng shook his sore neck, took the envelope handed to him by the guy from the props group, counted the thick stack of cash, nodded with satisfaction, and then went to the Si family's company to block them.

It’s their business that realistic bosses don’t like women who pursue them relentlessly. If she doesn’t come and hang around in front of Si Shu today, she will be busy with the final exams at school tomorrow and won’t have time.

But she waited and waited, and all the employees in their company had gone off work, but he still hadn't come out.

She simply stopped waiting.

If she stays any longer, she will not be able to wake up in time for the 8am class tomorrow, and her usual score will be reduced by two points.

For college students, these two small points are particularly fatal - failing a course is a small matter, but a drop in GPA is a real problem.

In the restaurant on the fifth floor, Si Shu stood in front of the French window, his stern face reflected on the glass. He had been standing there for more than four hours, and the coffee in front of him had already cooled down.

He didn't say he was leaving, and his assistant didn't dare to urge him, but he dared to gossip and complain in the company group when the boss was not there.

It's all anonymous anyway.

Si Shu looked at the figure hurriedly leaving downstairs, his fingers crackling.

Even though she already has a man, she still uses the tactic of playing hard to get with him.

very good.

That's great.