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

Chapter 29

Some things are like a butterfly effect, one happens and then the other follows, and sometimes it can feel overwhelming.

Just after Yuxi's incident, Qi Yue met Song Yan, and after Song's performance, it was Qi's family again, and then one by one, her disasters were like a bony Nomi card pushed by others, and there was no end to it.

When Qi Yue returned home, she saw the shadow of a person standing at the door of her house in the dark.

The man seemed to be smoking a cigarette, with the scarlet sparks flickering on and off, very conspicuous standing in the dark.

Qi Yue walked in, and the smell of tobacco filled her nostrils. For a moment, she felt that the smell was a bit pleasant.

Not knowing who the person standing there was, she was a little nervous, and approached with small steps, her eyes full of vigilance.

When approaching, the smell of tobacco is mixed with some of Haiyu Qingbai, mixed together, it is not unpleasant.

Qi Yue walked over and put his hand on the combination lock, and the person standing next to him said, "Qi Yue."

The clear voice is low and hoarse, with a long aftertaste, as if suppressing something, but full of emotion.

"Song Yan?"

With a sound of "ding--", the door opened, and Qi Yue slightly turned her head to look at the figure in the dark.

Song Yan went in after her.

"Why did you come?"

Song Yan closed the door, half of the cigarette in his hand was still burning, he turned around and looked at Qi Yue, and said, "Passing by, I want to see Qi Huan, but she doesn't seem to be here."

This excuse was a bit clumsy, at night, Qi Huan was not at home with the child, where else could he go.

Qi Yue didn't realize that it was an excuse, she thought about it seriously, and said, "I guess I'm going back to my parents' house, my parents really like Cheng Zhi."

This person said not to meet him again, and not to contact him in the future, but every time he came to her first, his behavior was honest.

Qi Yue slapped on the light in the room, and Song Yan's appearance clearly appeared in his eyes.

He was wearing a pure black shirt, the same black suit pants, and a royal blue crystal cuff button on the rolled up cuffs, which looked very expensive.

It may be that she is engaged in art work, Qi Yue is always sensitive to such small decorations.

Song Yan turned against the guest, walked to the sofa and randomly extinguished the cigarette butt on the pot of fleshy soil that Qi Yue placed on the tea table, and then threw the cigarette butt in the trash can, which was very skillful.

Song Yan has no addiction to cigarettes, and occasionally smokes one, when he is irritable or otherwise uncomfortable.

Qi Yue put down her bag, leaned against the cabinet in the entrance and looked at him, as if waiting for him to leave.

A guess popped up in his mind-Song Yan must have come to ask her to get back the bank card, right?
I don't blame her, after all, Song Yan received the consumption record and came here specially, it is impossible not to get in touch with each other.

Since it is the secondary card, now that they have broken up, Song Yan will definitely think about going back.

Song Yan thought about how to deal with Song Yan in his heart, and stood there without moving.

Song Yan smiled wryly: "I didn't eat after the ceremony, do you have anything here, can I have a supper?"

Qi Yue looked up at him blankly, and the tiredness conveyed by Song Yan's eyebrows could not be ignored.

She pursed her lips, walked into the kitchen anyway, took out the quick-frozen dumplings she bought earlier from the refrigerator, boiled them under water and put them in.

Song Yan leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

This scene is as ordinary as a husband waiting for his wife to heat up a meal after returning home from overtime.

Qi Yue put the cooked dumplings on a plate and brought them out, and put them on the coffee table in front of Song Yan: "Are you jealous? Do you eat chili?"

Song Yan opened his eyes and looked at her, and said abruptly, "I thought you knew my taste."

Qi Yue feels guilty, for three years together, they seldom eat together, and there is a nanny at home, so Qi Yue doesn't need to cook.

Song Yan said something abruptly, as if they should know each other well.

Qi Yue shook her head, and said truthfully, "I don't know your taste."

Song Yan didn't look annoyed at her, and didn't talk about old things with her inappropriately. Before talking about how much Qi Yue loved him, he just chuckled: "Leave less pepper, less vinegar, add some boiled water."

Qi Yue froze, why does this taste so similar to hers?She stood up on the coffee table, mixed a small bowl of chili vinegar water for him in the kitchen, and took a spoon by the way.

"There are only these dumplings left. If you are not full, you can only go out to eat."

Song Yan glanced at the large plate of dumplings on the plate, and said, "It must be enough."

Qi Yue sat on the small bench opposite the coffee table and watched him eat.

Some people entered the pit because of Song Yan's appearance, some entered the pit because of his acting skills, some entered the pit because of his hard work, some even entered the pit because of Song Yan's family wealth, and some people entered the pit because of Song Yan's popularity.

Song Yan participated in a small variety show when he was tepid in his early years. In the show, they took care of a group of children together.

Eating, drinking and sleeping together, Song Yan's eating scenes in the play attracted a small group of fans at that time.

He likes to put food into his mouth, his two cheeks are bulging, and then he chews it slowly bit by bit, and then swallows it.

For a while, Qi Yue also thought his eating was cute, and even drew several pictures of him eating.

Looking at Song Yan's food now, I just feel that everything he eats seems delicious.

Qi Yue's stomach grunted several times in disbelief.

It has been four or five hours since she ate. She ate less. She could hold back what she didn't eat at other times. She could eat an apple at most. Now that Song Yan was eating in front of her, she would be so hungry .

Qi Yue stood up, touched her flat stomach, and said, "Eat slowly, and just put the dishes in the kitchen after eating. Remember to lock the door for me when you go out."

Song Yan looked up at her with bulging cheeks, "You're hungry too."

Qi Yue pouted: "Not hungry."

Song Yan smiled, stood up and went to the kitchen to find chopsticks: "Eat it, I can't finish it by myself, it's a waste."

Qi Yue looked at the chopsticks he handed over, and took them after a while of conflict.

In any case, don't say hurtful words while eating.

Qi Yue sat down, poked a round dumpling with chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce bowl, and put it into his mouth.

She couldn't pretend to say that eating quick-frozen dumplings with Song Yan felt delicious, but at this moment, she really thought that the quick-frozen dumplings were also delicious.

The two of them ate a plate of dumplings, during which no one spoke, and they finished their supper in such a quiet manner.

Song Yan put the empty dishes into the kitchen, Qi Yue didn't expect him to wash the dishes, the young master Song probably didn't even know how to use the dishwasher in his own kitchen.

Qi Yue leaned on the sofa and touched her full stomach contentedly, and said, "Song Yan, don't you think this is strange?"

Song Yan paused: "What's so strange?"

Qi Yue glanced at him: "I remember you told me not to look for you, don't see you again, but in fact you have been looking for me.

What is it for today, for that secondary card? "

If you don't mention this, Song Yan would never want to talk to her about the secondary card. Song Yan is not a stingy person. If you give a card, you will give it. She can use as much as she wants, and he won't care. .

He hadn't received a text message from Huo Qiyue swiping his secondary card before, but he received it unexpectedly today, and he was a little surprised.

He leaned against the TV wall and deliberately rubbed against the painting behind him: "What did you buy with so much money? You won't buy an authentic ancient painting again?"

Qi Yue frowned slightly, thinking of the famous painting of the Northern Song Dynasty that Yuxi sent over last time, her breath stagnated: "How many hundred million did you take?"

Song Yan nodded: "Yes, you don't know?"

There was a touch of shame in Qi Yue's eyes, and even more anger: "I really don't know."

Several hundred million, for a company as big as Qitian, except for the fault, how many billion will be used to make up for this fault?
Qi Yue frowned fiercely and clenched her fists.

I'm afraid they are not used to fill in the loopholes, they are still too greedy.

Under Song Yan's questioning, Qi Yue could only tell the truth: "I gave the card to my parents.

A few days ago, they said that the company had some problems and asked me to pay for it.

I don't have much money myself.The card you gave, I always thought it was an ordinary card, so I gave it to them.

It can be regarded as returning it to the original owner. You gave the card to Qi Huan, and she will definitely give it to my parents. "

When Song Yan heard her say yes, he frowned fiercely, and the word "Chuan" disappeared in his heart.

"That's the card I gave you."

Qi Yue raised her eyebrows: "Stop teasing me, the password is Qi Huan's anger."

(End of this chapter)