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Chapter 802: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (15)

"Shengsheng, I'll be back the day after tomorrow. I bought a lot of lemon tea and some cosmetics for girls. I don't know what you like, so I bought some of them..."

Song Yuesheng came out of the Chinese medicine clinic and listened to Shen Zhirang's talk perfunctorily.

He came back three days early, but her plan still had no progress.

…Is there an organization in S City that specializes in hunting?

Thinking of this, she suddenly lowered her head and laughed.

I'm a bit panicked.

Reality is not a novel or a movie, where do these things come from?

"Shengsheng?" Shen Zhirang on the other end of the phone heard the laughter and his voice suddenly became nervous.

"fine."

She sat down at the bus stop, the cement bench was hot from the sun, "I just remembered the stupid cat I had at home, who couldn't even find a food bowl."

Shen Zhirang's laughter came through the receiver: "Yeah, you were the one who carried it to eat. One time..."

The sound suddenly stopped.

The rainy night appeared in Song Yuesheng's eyes - the cat wanted to scratch her, and she saw its specimen in the room the next day.

Shen Zhirang touched her head and said, "This way it can stay with you forever. I don't have to worry about my little rabbit being bitten by it."

She was only eleven years old at that time.

There was heavy breathing coming from the other end of the phone, like a wounded beast.

"The bus is coming."

Song Yuesheng suddenly interrupted, and the moment he hung up, a black Mercedes Benz braked suddenly in front of the platform.

Si Shu slammed the door and got out of the car, and his long legs wrapped in suit pants stepped in front of her in a few steps.

The setting sun reflected a dazzling light on his gold-rimmed glasses, and Song Yuesheng subconsciously pulled his baseball cap down.

"Parking is prohibited in front of the bus stop," she kindly reminded.

Si Shu clenched his hands. Even though he had been preparing himself mentally for almost a day, he still felt angry and upset when he saw her like this.

"Song Yuesheng, is there anyone like you who just pulls up his pants and ignores others? You didn't leave until five this morning. It's only..." He glanced at his watch, "three sixteen in the afternoon."

Song Yuesheng blinked, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes that were only visible between the mask and the hat: "You can recognize it even after this?"

"Uh-huh." Si Shu waved casually at his assistant, and the Mercedes Benz slid silently into the traffic.

He sat down next to Song Yuesheng. His white shirt was almost transparent in the sunlight, and his taut muscles were vaguely visible.

"We've been separated for so long," he deliberately lowered his voice, his hot breath spraying on her ear, "I would recognize you even if you turned into ashes."

Song Yuesheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a small shadow under her eyes.

Si Shu suddenly leaned in close, his nose almost touching her cheek, and softened his voice: "Are you angry?"

His fingers played with a strand of her hair. "You pissed me off this morning, and you won't let me ask for it back?"

"So?" Song Yuesheng turned her head to avoid his breath, "Didn't you say get lost?"

"You take my angry words seriously?" Si Shu narrowed his eyes, and the light behind his gold-rimmed glasses was dark.

Seeing her nod, he suddenly leaned his head on her shoulder as if he was deflated, and the ends of his hair rubbed against the skin on her neck.

"I figured it out."

This man, who has always been seen in major financial media as a decisive and ruthless person, was showing a rare vulnerability at this moment.

His voice was muffled. "You can play with me, just play with me..." His slender fingers suddenly clasped hers. "Who made me fall into the hands of a bad woman like you? I can't forget you, I can't quit, and I miss you more and more when I don't see you."

The setting sun blended their shadows together.

Si Shu suddenly turned her face and said, "You can use the Si family to do whatever you want." He stroked the dark circles under her eyes with his thumb, "I will support you even if the sky falls. But there is one thing——"

His eyes were so dangerous that they made people tremble, but his voice was so gentle that it sounded like he was saying love words.

"Shengsheng, if you play with me, you can't look for someone else." He moved a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I can't bear to touch you, but I will make that person... live a life worse than death."

The hot July wind, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, swirled between the two of them.

The buses stopped and left one after another.

Si Shu's patience wore thin as time went by. He stared at Song Yuesheng's calm profile, wishing he could pry open her head to see what was inside.

He had been talking about this for so long, how could she be so heartless?

How can you be so indifferent?

"Si Shu."

When the bus was about to leave the station, she finally spoke. Her voice was as calm as if she was discussing the weather, but the content made Si Shu's blood freeze -

"Then help me kill Shen Zhirang. Once he's dead, I'll consider what you said."

Song Yuesheng actually wanted to ask why he liked her. Didn't she feel that the feelings came out of nowhere? But time was urgent and she couldn't afford to ask these questions.

Si Shu's Adam's apple rolled violently.

He had thought of countless possible answers, but he had never expected such straightforward murderous intent.

Her eyes were too calm and her pupils were too dark, like a bottomless pool.

Give him the illusion that she might leave forever at any time.

he does not like.

Si Shu opened his lips and asked, "Why? You and him..."

"It's easy to investigate the Shen family in Yuncheng with the power of the Si family." Song Yuesheng stood up, "I don't want to say it, but you can investigate it yourself. Before the matter has a result, it's best for us not to meet."

Si Shu suddenly stopped her.

In the black car not far away, the window slowly lowered half an inch.

A pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the amber pupils shone with playful brilliance in the sunlight. The slender fingers were casually placed on the window sill, and the Patek Philippe on the wrist reflected a cold light.

"Mr. Lu?" The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and spoke in a very low voice.

Lu Xingyi withdrew his gaze, and the car window rose silently, blocking out the July heat.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly: "I didn't expect that the Second Young Master Si would lose his composure like this."

The driver glanced at his young master's lazy sitting posture in the rearview mirror, and bravely reminded: "The master and his wife urged again this morning, saying that if you don't go back..."

"Got it." Lu Xingyi adjusted his cuffs carelessly, the silk fabric sliding over his wrist bones, "The daughter of the Lin family, right? I'll go back the day after tomorrow and tell them not to do anything unnecessary."

"Madam is also anxious."

The driver swallowed and said, "If you don't want to settle down for the time being, why not find an actor to deal with it first? As long as the acting is good, the master and the mistress will definitely be deceived."

"Actor?" Lu Xingyi suddenly chuckled, with unspeakable fatigue in his laughter.

He looked out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, his peach blossom eyes reflecting mottled light and shadows, "If it's really that easy to find..."

The second half of the sentence disappeared in the roar of the engine.

The driver looked through the rearview mirror and saw his young master's drooping eyelashes casting a shadow on his face. He inexplicably felt that the figure exuded a sense of loneliness.

The green light came on, and the moment the car drove away, Song Yuesheng looked back as if he had realized something.

The traffic was so heavy that the vague line of sight had disappeared.

Illusion?

She turned her head and looked at Si Shu who was stopping her: "Anything else?"

Si Shu looked at her defensive posture and felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He suddenly pulled her into his arms, his hot breath spraying on her ears: "I promise you." His voice was so low that it was almost hoarse, "I will make Shen Zhirang die."

Song Yuesheng's pupils shrank slightly, and then he chuckled.

This was the first time in days that she felt truly happy.

She patted Si Shu's tense back, as if she was comforting a large dog: "He will be back from City A the day after tomorrow."

"Yeah." Si Shu responded sullenly, his nose buried in her hair. The bitter taste of Chinese medicine mixed with it inexplicably made his eyes hot.

He suddenly wanted to know, if he hadn't met himself...

"Shengsheng, if I didn't agree," his Adam's apple rolled, "would you have hired a killer from the dark web?"

Song Yuesheng's body stiffened: "Is it true?"

The surprise in his voice was unmistakable.

Si Shu wanted to slap himself twice.

You shouldn't ask too many questions.

He tightened his arms and hugged her tighter: "No." His voice was muffled in her shoulder, "I was just talking nonsense."