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

Chapter 156
Qi Yue was taken aback, she calculated the time, Nie Wenjun and Qi Tian rarely gave her lucky money when she was a child, and never gave her any lucky money after she was 15 years old, and now she hasn't received any lucky money for 12 years.

The term "New Year's money" is very unfamiliar to her.

What was thinking in her mind was the New Year's money, and she ignored Mr. Song's saying that he had prepared a room for her and Song Yan, not for her alone.

Seeing her hesitation, Mr. Song said, "It's the same for keeping the New Year's Eve here. I have to pay New Year's greetings to Grandpa tomorrow. It's too troublesome to come back again. Xiaoyan will be back tonight."

Qi Yue couldn't bear to disappoint the old man's kindness, so he could only stay.

She didn't say a word to Song Zhaonian and his wife the whole time. To Song Zhaonian, she didn't bother to say anything, but to Shen Qiong, after she had a fight with Shen Qiong in the hospital, the other party was probably extremely reluctant to say anything to her.

Qi Yue thought it was funny: Song Zhaonian didn't care about Song Yan, because the birth of this son posed a threat to him, and the company that was originally in his hands fell into Song Yan's hands. He has no shares, and he is not the only son of Song Yan.

But why doesn't Shen Qiong care about Song Yan?She only has Song Yan, and she still has to rely on him in the future. If a mistress runs over to her and fights with her, only Song Yan can protect her. Why is she so indifferent to Song Yan?
The husband and wife should eat and drink as if there is no son Song Yan at home. The son's show is stingy and he gives a look. Song Yan knows how sad it should be?

She suddenly looked forward to what would happen to their family after Li Hengzhou made some troubles one day.

It was nearly eleven o'clock when Song Yan came back, Mr. Song had already gone back to his room to sleep, Qi Yue was sitting on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala with a red envelope, Shen Qiong and Song Zhaonian also returned to their room.

Song Yan took off his snow-stained coat, stood in the living room for a while, and asked Qi Yue, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Qi Yue blinked her eyes and said, "Today is New Year's Eve, so we have to watch the year."

Song Yan didn't speak, went to the table and put three sticks of incense on Song Zhaoyan's portrait, walked over and sat next to her, and said weakly, "I'll talk to you."

Qi Yue played with the thick red envelope in his hand, and smiled calmly: "What are you talking about?"

Song Yan didn't expect that she would agree. According to Qi Yue's temperament, she should refuse decisively, and then tell him: "A good ex should be like dead, so don't hang around in front of me anymore, I'm upset .”

Song Yan chuckled, and even wondered if his little uncle had blessed him with the three sticks of incense just now.

It was indeed related to the three sticks of incense, Qi Yue was willing to give him a chance for this sake.

Song Yan said aggrievedly: "I went to look for you once, but I saw you and Pei Jingxuan together."

Qi Yue thought about it, except that Pei Jingxuan had sent her home three times, they had never been together. How could Song Yan say so arbitrarily that she and Pei Jingxuan were together?

Why is it that every time someone looks for her, Yu Xi can find her. Yu Xi is chasing Pei Jingxuan, knowing that she and Pei Jingxuan are in contact again, he won't doubt her, but Song Yan can quickly make a conclusion just by seeing her?

She didn't have the patience to talk to Song Yan any more, and she took back the opportunity just now.

Qi Yue stood up and said, "I'm sleepy."

Song Yan: ".?"

Qi Yue went upstairs under his dull gaze, without even looking at him again.

Song Yan thought back on what he said just now, and didn't think there was any problem, but why was Qi Yue suddenly angry?

Song Yan couldn't figure it out, and wanted to follow, but Qi Yue walked quickly, and disappeared after leaving the main room.

Song Yan turned back to the main room with a dazed expression on his face.

After Qi Yue returned to the room, she was not in a hurry to fall asleep. She sat on the soft chair in the room for a while, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was an idiot who wanted to hear what Song Yan had to say to her.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, Qi Yue took a shower in the bathroom that came with her room, and sat on the bed with the quilt in her arms to watch the night.

When the twelve o'clock bell struck, Jiang Shi didn't know where fireworks were being set off. Qi Yue lay down in front of the window to watch, but saw nothing.

The mobile phone on the bed kept beeping notifications. Qi Yue picked it up and looked at it. It was the New Year greetings sent to her by Pei Jingxuan and Yu Xi, and some spam text messages from the company. Qi Yue didn't scroll down any further. , and fell asleep after sending blessings to Pei Jingxuan and Yuxi.

Not long after lying down, someone opened the door in the darkness and came in. Qi Yue sat up and looked at the door, a black figure was indistinct, unable to see clearly.

"Who?"

The other party was also taken aback, then took out his phone and turned on the flashlight to take a photo.

Qi Yue was stung by the bright light, and closed her eyes uncomfortably, and when she opened them again, she saw Song Yan standing by the window and turning on the desk lamp.

"How did you get in?" Qi Yue frowned.

Song Yan glanced at the metallic key in his hand, and said honestly: "The key is given by Sister Li."

Qi Yue frowned, her key was also given by Sister Li.

"I didn't tell grandpa about our breakup, probably they don't know about it." Song Yan explained.

"So can you go out now?"

The floor heating in the room was very hot, and she was only wearing a small suspender. When Song Yan came in, she thought who it was, and sat up in a panic, her fragrant shoulders exposed.

Qi Yue followed his gaze to see her shoulder, picked up a pillow and threw it out, then wrapped the quilt up: "Get out!"

Song Yan seemed to be in a world of ice and fire, the room was obviously very warm, but the breath Qi Yue brought him was extremely cold.

"They are all asleep, where do you want me to go?" Song Yan said.

Qi Yue glanced out of the window, it was pitch black outside the gauze curtains, the fireworks also came to an end in the dark night, and the night sky was silent.

Qi Yue couldn't say that he was rearranging when he cried out, so he gave him a cold look: "Are you playing the floor?"

"I won't do anything to you, what are you worried about?"

Qi Yue glanced at him complicatedly: "Let me remind you, I have already broken up with you."

Breaking up is not an excuse, it's true that I don't want to see you.

Song Yan didn't seem to care too much. He took off his sweater and uncovered the quilt before going to bed. Qi Yue pulled the quilt over and wrapped it around himself, and said, "Song Yan, is it true that you and Qi Huan are in Jiangxi? Even when you were in the Bay apartment, you slept in the same bed every day, and then got along day and night?"

"Or, in fact, everything that should be done has already been done?"

"If that's the case, Song Yan, are you disgusted?"

There was no blood on Song Yan's face, it was all white.

"I didn't!" After a while, he explained palely.

When she thought of the two months he and Qi Huan had lived together in the Jiangwan apartment, she felt a sense of alienation, a lonely man and a widow living in the same room, heh.

What's even more disgusting is that when they lived together, Qi Huan was still Cheng Zhen's boyfriend, no wonder Cheng Zhen was still unwilling to marry her.

Disgusting, so disgusting.

Seeing Qi Yue's disdainful face, Song Yan suddenly sneered and said, "Qi Yue, do you think I'm disgusting? I just saw Qi Huan, and you have Song Zhaoyan's paintings hanging all over the room, and you are surrounded by him every day."

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