Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 10

Qi Yue: "Okay, now?"

"Tomorrow, there are other things today."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yue looked at the lush green plants. There were pots of succulents in the wooden frame on the left, all kinds of succulents, cute and tight.

If only everything and everyone she encountered were this cute.

After dinner, Qi Yue contacted a moving company and returned to the villa in a large truck.

When entering the door, Song Yan happened to come down from upstairs, glanced at her, and didn't ask any further questions until he saw a few movers following Qi Yue.

Song Yan didn't like strangers at home, so he frowned at Qi Yue and asked, "What kind of monster are you?"

Qi Yue didn't answer this question, but instead smiled and said to him: "I'm sorry I broke my promise first, but I'll leave right away."

Song Yan was sullen, with a bad expression on his face. He took a step forward and scolded, "Why can't you leave? Why did you bring these people here?"

Qi Yue turned her head to look at the three or four masters who were following behind her, and turned her head to smile brightly at him: "What else can you do, you don't want me anymore, I can only move."

After she finished speaking, she ignored Song Yan and led those people upstairs.

Qi Yue brought people here only for the things she still left in the studio. Except for those things in the villa, everything else is not hers, and the common property is not counted.

Qi Yue used the key to open the studio door. Because it was rarely cleaned, there would always be dust in the studio. She coughed and turned her back to the studio and said, "Just move these paintings away. Please masters when they move Be careful, it took a lot of effort to draw."

"Qi Yue, don't mess around, what are you moving!" Song Yan chased after him, looking very angry.

This is the first time for him to enter Qi Yue's studio. There are various paintings on the walls of the empty room, all of which are full of paintings.

The strange thing is that a man's back is simply drawn on the very large canvas in the middle, and the other places are left blank.

Qi Yue retreated to the door, raised her head and met Song Yan's eyes, and said, "Nonsense? Didn't you say that we would break up after Qi Huan came back? I'm just obediently listening to you."

Song Yan: "I didn't ask you to move out today."

"Today and tomorrow are the same, sooner or later you have to go."

Song Yan changed the subject and said to the workers, "Don't move, get out of my house."

Several workers looked at each other, and then looked at Qi Yue together.

Qi Yue waved his hand: "It's okay, you move it, it's my thing, he can't decide. I'll deal with it, the big canvas in the middle, don't move it until I come back."

Qi Yue pulled Song Yan downstairs and said, "If you stop me from moving, I will think you are reluctant to let me go."

Anger rose in Song Yan Yaoshi's black eyes: "Don't you have any self-knowledge towards you? Qi Yue, Qi Huan just came back, don't let me distract you, I have other things to do!"

Qi Yue: "Song Yan, you are really strange. You are the one who told me to leave, and you were the one who told me not to leave. What do you want me to do? Only what can I do to satisfy you?"

Qi Yue raised her voice, and the more she spoke, the more excited she became.

Song Yan looked at her, trying to calm her down, but didn't know what to say.

After a moment of silence, he said dejectedly, "Qi Huan already has a daughter."

Qi Yue smiled when she heard that, in Song Yan's eyes, she was gloating.

"She never loved you, never, don't you understand?
She is willing to secretly give birth to other men's children, but she doesn't want to be pampered and loved by you.

Song Yan, your sincere feelings are just a redundant burden in the eyes of others! " Qi Yue said word by word.

Song Yan's eyes were bloodshot: "Shut up!"

Qi Yue closed her eyes and opened them after a long time. When she opened them again, her eyes were clear without any emotion.

"Song Yan, we're done too."

She begged and redeemed, but Song Yan had already pushed her away.

From now on, she will walk on her single-plank bridge, Song Yan will walk on his Yangguan Road, and they will never see each other again for the rest of their lives.

Song Yan felt tense for no reason, as if a hand was pinching his heart, making him short of breath and hard to restrain.

"Can't you wait until I finish dealing with Qi Huan's matter?"

Qi Yue shook her head: "No, it's like a monkey breaking a stick. A greedy person can get nothing. You are too greedy."

"Can we say that it's over when it's over, and draw a line?"

"Of course. Song Yan, you can also choose Xi to be your father. You can still do this."

Qi Huan already had a daughter, no wonder.

Qi Yue didn't want to entangle Song Yan any more, so she went upstairs to deal with those paintings.

Song Yan shut the masters who moved the paintings out, went upstairs and closed the door of Qi Yue's studio.

"Qi Yue, don't force me." He said.

Just as Qi Yue took off the last painting, she frowned slightly when she saw him close the door, and replied, "Don't force me either."

Song Yan: "I regret it."

Qi Yue: "What do you regret?"

"If I can't get Qi Huan, I can still accept turning you into her."

"You're crazy!" Qi Yue frowned.

"I'm already a lunatic, otherwise how could I agree to you as a substitute in the first place?"

Qi Yue carefully packed those paintings together, put them at his feet, and then picked one out of them. The painting showed a person lying on his side on a pillow with his eyes closed.

She brought the painting in front of Song Yan and said, "Look, is this you?"

Song Yanzai looked at the painting carefully, and didn't feel any difference between this painting and himself.

Qi Yue said: "Do you think this is you?

Indeed, the big look is very similar.

So, you see what I mean? She purposely bit down on the word "like", admitting in disguise that the person in the painting is not Song Yan.

"Like?" Song Yan hesitated.

Qi Yue nodded: "Yes, you are very similar to your little uncle. Every person in this painting is him, Song Zhaoyan."

Song Yan clenched his fists and his veins bulged: "You said you didn't lie to me, I believe it."

Qi Yue snorted lightly: "Then I said I love you, did you believe it?"

"Why don't you believe it?"

"Don't believe it, Song Yan.

I do not love you.

The year I met Song Zhaoyan, I was 17 years old. I met him at the age when I first fell in love. He was gentle and friendly, and fulfilled all my fantasies about men.

He is very good to us, he will take care of each of us, never said a harsh word, and will patiently teach us everything he knows.

Song Yan, now I am also broken. I love Song Zhaoyan, and he has always been alone.

Don't even think about it, the year I was with you, I was 24 years old, 24 years, how could it be possible that I didn't have a first love?
Is it waiting for you?
That's just an excuse for me to lie to you. You can believe what I just made up.

Qi Huan came to me that day and said that you confessed to her, but she didn't like you, she already had a sweetheart, she wanted to leave, and asked me to help her, I agreed, that's why I was so devoted to you later. "

Qi Yue's soft voice explained all this absurdity, as if she was telling a story that had nothing to do with her.

"I don't believe it!" Song Yan was hysterical.

Qi Yue walked over, held his hand, and looked at him for a second, two seconds... half a minute.

Some people say that love begins with looking at each other. If two people don't look at each other for ten seconds, it proves that they have each other in their hearts. They lasted for 30 seconds.

"Song Yan, look, you don't love me either."

Qi Yue let go of his hand, turned around and tidied up the paintings, and said, "Qi Huan is a soft-hearted person, so you should coax her more. After a long time, she may accept you."

Song Yan was already sluggish.

He couldn't say a word, Qi Yue taught him how to get Qi Huan to accept him as if he was saying his last words, what else could he say?
Qi Yue went downstairs and opened the door, let those people in, and said, "Bring those standing in the middle down."

Qi Yue didn't go in again, and stood downstairs waiting for them to come down.

Song Yan didn't pester her anymore and let her go.

Maybe he knows that there is no result in entanglement now.

When seeing Qi Huan, Qi Yue was surprised.

Qi Huan has changed a lot, she is fatter than before, her hair has been cut shorter and dyed brown, and she looks much more mature.

That's right, they are all 27 and [-] years old, and she is the only one with no fixed place to live, and she doesn't even have a decent job.

Qi Yue glanced at the little girl sitting next to Qi Huan, and chuckled softly, Qi Huan actually secretly did something important and made her someone else's aunt.

Seeing her sitting down, Qi Huan asked her, "What do you want to eat?"

Qi Yue shook her head.

"Are you with Song Yan?" Qi Huan asked.

Qi Yue nodded: "That's right, we've been together for three years. In these three years, he has spoiled me. He wants the stars but not the moon."

Qi Huan frowned: "Is that really the case?"

"of course."

"I never thought that one day you would also find love." Qi Huan said.

Qi Yue was very upset at what she said, what is unexpected, shouldn't she have one?
"You don't want to be with Song Yan, reject his confession in public, and escape from Jiang City, isn't it because of your great love?
What, the child is born, that person doesn't want you anymore?
It seems that your eyesight wasn't any better back then. "As soon as he got angry, Qi Yue became a little unscrupulous.

She didn't even know why Qi Huan came back suddenly, she just guessed like this.

Qi Huan did not show any weakness: "What about you, are you willing to be with him because of love?

Qi Yue, I look down on you because you never understand love, you are just a selfish person.

So what if he doesn't want me, Song Yan still loves me, he still wants me.

What about you, after leaving Song Yan, who wants you?The widower?

Don't think about it, if he doesn't even love himself, will he still love you? "

Qi Yue trembled, looked at Qi Huan with red eyes, and said, "Don't criticize me from the moral high ground, and don't try to challenge his position in my heart."

"Song Yan wants you? Oh, do you really think he would accept a woman with a bottle of oil?
So what if I love you again, you treat him as a tool, won't you feel uneasy? "

After scolding regardless, she felt a little better. She inadvertently glanced at the child next to Qi Huan, only to find that the child was staring at her.

"What are you looking at? You know, you are now, but your mother's procrastination..."

"Qi Yue!" Qi Huan almost screamed.

She didn't expect that in just a few years, the younger sister who was once unsullied in the mud would now speak ill of a child.

(End of this chapter)