Chapter 261: That night, Xiaoyu
He only told Ye Chutong that Song Ci planned to propose.
But he didn't tell Ye Chutong.
In his heart, he expected Xia Qinghan to refuse.
He won't forget that scene.
He stayed on set as usual and saw her finished.
's hand retracted.
He was in front of her, not a child.
A grown man.
The blood is strong.
There is desire, there is desire.
More wolf-like ambition, eyeing her.
"Xiaoyu."
Her voice was so gentle.
Her brows and eyes were so serene and exhausted.
He jokingly said to her, "It's so tiring to work, so don't work anymore. I'll rely on my brother to support it in the future."
She smiled and shook her head, "Things that haven't been written yet, are all fun things written by Yuji."
He didn't believe it, but said, Yuji wrote the truth, she and Song Ci liked each other.
They just didn't do the one who confessed first, so they were deadlocked.
She shook her head more and more in denial, indicating that it was really something that Yuji wrote for fun.
He didn't believe it even more. He got her drunk that day at dinner, and he had to pester her for an answer.
She should be bothered by him, after all, in his eyes, she will always be that chubby little brother, she is not prepared for him.
When he asked her if she liked Song Ci.
She said she liked it.
However, she dared not like it.
She knew that she and Song Ci were not from the same world.
She didn't dare to ask for Song Ci's love.
Even though they are together, she has no confidence in their future.
She had seen his parents, their high and mighty faces.
Orphans are not qualified to step into the threshold of the Song family.
For the sake of Song Ci, don't delay him.
She needs to know shame and shame.
Because she doesn't deserve it.
No matter how good your career is, you are not worthy of it.
Because, not a class of people.
This kind of love is like a moth to a fire.
Better never say.
If you don't say anything, you can keep your self-esteem.
If you don't say it, you can deceive yourself and tell yourself to force yourself not to like it.
However, she really likes it.
Her ten years, ten years of youth are all his, and they are all given to him.
How can she let it go.
At that moment, Song Yu was stunned.
If not drunk.
He wouldn't see such a vulnerable side of her, wouldn't hear her say such a thing.
In the daytime, she is always in front of the camera, a dignified and beautiful actress.
Every movement, every expression of hers, is perfect, without the slightest flaw.
When will she cry and say that she likes someone so much.
She always has a smile on her face.
Her demeanor is always dignified.
She is perfect.
She doesn't even say a word of foul language, and she never gets emotional.
Why?
Because of Song Ci, I like her perfection.
The moment.
He is so jealous of Song Ci.
He owned her for ten years.
But she was destined to not be able to give her a home. She was insulted by his parents, and he knew nothing about her.
Song Yu thought he was probably crazy.
He actually hugged her.
When she cried and said that she liked Song Ci and didn't want to be separated from him, he even wanted to kiss her, begging her not to like Song Ci, begging her not to regard him as a younger brother.
It would be good for her to regard him as Song Ci's stand-in, so that she could convince herself to like him, anyway, he is not as promising as Song Ci, he likes her, parents can't object, if they dare to object, he Just die for them.
His lips were less than a centimeter away from her, and he bowed his head and kissed her.
Her sweetness is like LSD.
His head was dizzy, he wanted to hold her and kiss her all the time.
The one who possesses her becomes him.
He stopped calling her sister.
However, when the phone rang, he suddenly opened his eyes.
The woman in front of him does not belong to him after all.
That was a call from Song Ci.
She was stupefied and passed out.
He connected.
Song Ci's voice was full of caution. He knew that it was his brother who was testing.
He knows his brother.
As the premier heir of country A.
Innate pride makes him not easily bow his head.
It is even less likely to be emotionally greedy and nostalgic.
When he even confessed, he would say: "Qinghan, if I propose to you, will you agree?"
Check it out.
His brother, so careful.
Even if you propose, ask if.
His love, so reserved and steady, how can he give her a reliable future?
He was here, silent for a long time, then hung up the phone, crawled over to the bed and hugged her, shook her shoulders, woke her up, and put his lips to her ear again Side, he asked in a low voice, "If Song Ci proposes to you...will you agree?"
"Song Ci..."
She responded softly.
"Yes, of course."
"I like Song Ci."
"I like it, I like it very much."
Her answer.
His first love died.
Death.
He wanted to do something to her that night.
He didn't do anything, just hugged her, kissed her lips, and kissed her face.
He was a little dizzy.
"Why can't I refuse..."
Reject Song Ci's marriage proposal.
Don't marry Song Ci.
Not happy.
It was he who was silently protecting her, so why couldn't she find out, why could she only see her brother?
.
Song Yu's eyes were sharp, and her beautiful eyes were fixed on Ye Chutong.
"I regret it a little too."
That night.
He should be cruel.
As cruel as it is now.
He would take her crazy that night.
"Let me out!" Ye Chutong slammed the door, "You are not qualified to imprison my personal freedom!"
"Come on, you can't get out even if you break your throat." Song Yu folded her arms with great interest.
"Song Yu, you devil!" Ye Chutong was about to collapse, so she knew that she couldn't be alone with Song Yu.
"I am the devil, you are the sinister little white rabbit, each other." Song Yu sneered, and went upstairs.
Halfway through, his phone rang.
His expression changed slightly.
.
The night in Beijing is colder than the day.
Xia Qinghan spent a day in the ward and had to go out to breathe.
The rooms on this floor are all wrapped up.
She is free to move around the hallway.
Leaning in front of the window, opened a gap in the window, the cold wind rushed in violently, Xia Qinghan let out a sigh of turbidity.
She picked up her phone.
Dial an unfamiliar number.
In the receiver, the bell rang for a long time.
Just when she thought the hacker gave the wrong phone number, the other end was suddenly picked up, and a male voice came.
This voice.
Through the memory.
Call her cold all over.
It's him.
Not her.
"Hello."
Xia Qinghan's complexion turned gray in an instant, she murmured incredulously: "Xiaoyu?"