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

Chapter 109 I Made It With My Own Hands

Qi Yue cooled down almost instantly. When Song Yan was 19 years old, she still occasionally appeared by his side as "Qi Huan". It was self-evident who this gift was for.

Song Yan recalled the three years when Qi Huan was his assistant, and watched a lot of VCRs recorded at that time, and finally understood when he saw Qi Huan and when he saw Qi Yue .

Looking back, the two are easy to tell apart, Qi Huan is gentle on the outside, but Qi Yue is gentle on the inside.

Qi Huan is realistic, but artist Qi Yue is always romantic.

Qi Huan doesn't care about anything other than work, but Qi Yue always pays attention to every aspect
In fact, it was easy to distinguish the two people. At that time, he probably had his brain kicked by a donkey before he regarded the two of them as one person.

Seeing her sullen expression, Song Yan explained, "I'm sure and sure, I want to give it to you."

"I originally wanted to give it to you on your birthday, but after I came to the company to see Qi Huan that day, I suddenly didn't want to give it away. A few days ago, when Qi Huan was cleaning up the apartment, I saw it by chance."

Qi Yue's expression turned even worse.

So, a broken gift, you don't want to give it, you put it somewhere, and then turn it out a few seconds later, and give it out as a gift again?

If it wasn't for Qi Yue, why didn't he like straight men?

Song Yeon made no secret of it, when he usually coaxes her, he is not shy when he says "I will give you everything", "I will accompany you whatever you want", "If you don't like it, I will let them go" She wouldn't want to ask him to say a few nice words even if it was to lie to her in a serious time.

But having said that, if she had to choose between deception and the truth, Qi Yue thought she would prefer the truth.

Although cruel, but also sincere.

Qi Yue took the strawberry hair clip out of the box and looked at it in the palm of her hand. The glue used to stick the strawberry and the clip overflowed a little, but not much, just a little, the strawberry covered it, and it didn't affect the appearance.

The more Qi Yue looked at it, the more she felt that the "penniless" Song Yan randomly picked it up in a certain two-dollar store. At that time, he probably didn't give it to Qi Huan because he couldn't afford it.

"Can you help me put it on?" Qi Yue suddenly asked Song Yan.

"it is good."

Song Yan stood up, walked to her side, took the hair clip from her hand, randomly picked up a lock of hair, and closed it with the clip.

Qi Yue: "..."

If she had a daughter like Song Yan in the future, both she and her daughter would collapse.

Qi Yue pulled off the little clip without looking at it, and directly took off two strands of hair, which made the already small amount of hair even worse.

Song Yan was at a loss: "What's the matter, why don't you wear it? May I put it on for you again?"

"No, forget it, I refuse." Qi Yue refused San Lian, and threw the clip that he liked at first into the box, only thinking that if there were no accidents, this little clip would not have to see the light of day again in this life.

Song Yan had no choice but to pinch her chin with his thumb and index finger, leaned up to kiss her, and then sat back in his seat.

He said, "Don't you like it? I made it myself."

Qi Yue suddenly realized, no wonder, the outside is exquisite, but the inside is rough, the extra glue is probably the work of Song's failed performances several times, after all, this Mr. Song, he does not work hard, and he does not distinguish the five grains.

It was embarrassing for a handicapped party to make such a delicate looking small object.

"Strawberries are made of ceramics. I pinch them one by one with my hands, paint them, and then fire them."

Qi Yue: No wonder it's quite heavy.

Song Yan's truth touched him but did not shake the heart of the recipient.

A gift that expires by one day is expired, not to mention this thing is expired by five years.

When I was a young girl at the age of 23, you didn’t give it to me. When I was a woman with flabby skin and complexion at the age of 28, what did you ask me to do in the street wearing a strawberry hairpin? Shopping for groceries or pretending to be innocent?

Song Yan said to himself that they had died of their past, each and every incident was positioned in Qi Yue's memory with incomparable precision.

More than ten days ago, he confessed his love to Qi Yue with such passionate emotion, Qi Yue easily agreed to him to watch his performance, but Song Yan became less and less confident.

He always felt that Qi Yue did not forgive him so quickly.

Think about it from Qi Yue's point of view, if he were Qi Yue, even if he loved another man, but after being injured, he would not want to love anymore, and forgiveness would not be so easy.

What's more, this is the Qi Yue who is more distinct in love and hate.

Song Yeon is making it up, so indulge everything she does.

"Going home?" Qi Yue finally asked.

"it is good."

Shen Kai drove them to Song Yan's villa, and she came back here again.

The items Song Yan bought for her were all brands she used frequently, and they were easy to use.

While washing the dishes, Song Yan hugged the quilt and sat on the sofa outside, staring blankly at the bathroom door.

Qi Yue came out wrapped in a bathrobe, and was startled by Song Yan's staring eyes.

"I'm tired, I'm going to bed first."

Song Yan followed, went to bed and wrapped her in the quilt.

Man cannot fall all the time, but he can fall occasionally.

Qi Yue felt that she had fallen into a trap called "Song Yan" exhausted physically and mentally. She obviously didn't feel like lying in it, but she didn't want to move to get out of this trap.

Song Yan must have strangled her too tightly.

The two fell asleep hugging each other.

When she woke up in the morning, Song Yan was still lying beside her. This was the first time Song Yan woke up so late in more than ten days and nights.

Qi Yue kicked him mercilessly.

Qi Yue woke up from a deep sleep, looked at Qi Yue sleepily, pulled her into her arms, and said lazily, "5 minutes."

Qi Yue: "..."

Later, it was Yang's mother who told Song Yan to get up, and woke her up by the way.

It's strange, this is the first time she saw the nanny in the villa again after half a year.

Yang's mother made breakfast, it was still the same as before.

Qi Yue was not comfortable being seen by them, she frowned and took a few mouthfuls in a hurry before making excuses and going upstairs.

In the past, and now, she still doesn't like these people.

They all like to see people around their employer through colored glasses, and they like to get together in private and talk about these people.

For example, Mama Yang, who typically eats and serves dishes.

This time, they looked at Qi Yue differently.

Qi Yue entered the bedroom and watched TV on Song Yan's tablet. Ten minutes later, Song Yan knocked on the door and entered.

"I'm off to work, and I'll go back to Jiangwan Apartment in the evening." Song Yan cut to the chase.

Qi Yue lazily said "oh", but did not return the tablet to him.

"I'll have someone pick you up after lunch. Go back to Jiangwan Apartment and wait for me to go home." Song Yan added.

"it is good."

From the beginning to the end, Qi Yue responded to him with one word, not enthusiastic at all.

Enthusiasm was consumed, and she would not have said a word were it not for politeness.

Song Yan came over again, wanting to give her a farewell kiss, but was pushed away by Qi Yue: "You should exercise restraint!"

Song Yan smiled softly, but still kissed her.

Qi Yue watched Song Yan leave, put the tablet aside, and ran downstairs to scold the nannies.

(End of this chapter)