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

Chapter 3 Doubt

Qi Yue didn't struggle, with tears in her eyes, looked at Song Yan, and apologized to him without saying a word: "Sir, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Song Yan couldn't see her expression, and took her hand back as if it was hot. Qi Yue's doggy eyes are not many people can resist when she is acting like a baby. When the tails of her eyes are drooping, her whole face fits Qi Huan best. .

Knowing Song Yan so well, Qi Yue would pinch his weakness.

Breaking free from Song Yan's hand, Qi Yue fell to the floor and looked at Song Yan tearfully.

Song Yan was annoyed by her look, all the tyranny had no reason in an instant, he pulled his tie and covered Qi Yue's eyes.

A self-deprecating smile curled up on Qi Yue's lips.

She reached out and scratched Song Yan's shoulders, her slightly longer nails tore through the flesh, and there was some blood in the nail caps.

When Song Yan took out the medicine from the bedside table, Qi Yue's sluggish eyes finally focused. She sat up, randomly picked up a pink pill and swallowed it, but it didn't flow smoothly.

Song Yan turned on the headlights in the room, Qi Yue slightly adjusted to look up at Song Yan, and said, "Sir, I'm already very good, right?"

Seeing her like this, Song Yan's heart felt a little tense for no reason, and his throat seemed to be dry. He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Qi Yue with tender eyes, and said, "I told you, be good. I'll give you whatever you want."

Qi Yue wanted to ask "What if I want love", but she swallowed the words, so what if she said it, all she got was Song Yan's ridicule, and besides, she didn't need Song Yan's at all like.

He always likes to slap this person and give him a sweet date, but she doesn't like to eat dates.

Finally she just nodded.

Song Yan raised his hand and patted Qi Yue's head like stroking a cat: "Qi Yue, don't touch my bottom line again, you know, I can't control my impulsiveness."

Qi Yue nodded in panic, and carefully huddled under the quilt.

Song Yan said that he will leave tomorrow, and he may not be able to return for three months after leaving this time. The filming of the new movie will start, and the crew will close the set to keep it secret. If he goes there, he can only wait until the end before returning.

Qi Yue got out of bed to pack Song Yan's luggage, changed the thick clothes into a jacket, brought a few T-shirts, and packed a box of medicine.

"Sir, I want to ask you for something." Qi Yue said softly as he buckled the suitcase.

Song Yan asked her: "What do you want?"

Qi Yue said, "The key to the Jiangwan apartment."

Song Yan frowned slightly, and said, "Change it."

Qi Yue paused for Song Yan's tie, and then smiled brightly: "Sir, you said just now, I'll be better, and you will give me whatever I want."

Song Yan's dark eyes fell on hers, with some inquiry: "You live well at home, why do you want the keys to the apartment?"

Qi Yue still put his hand on his chest, and said: "I don't want to stay in this big house alone after you leave. The Jiangwan side is close to the company, and the environment and scenery are better."

The reason Qi Yue gave seemed to be watertight. In fact, Song Yan had already decided that she was jealous that it was the place where he and Qi Huan lived.

Song Yan didn't seem to like this reason, so he pushed her away and walked towards the door with the suitcase, unwilling to say goodbye to her.

The Jiangwan side is facing the river, and the scenery during the day and night is excellent—you can see the merchant ships and cruise ships coming and going during the day, and you can also see the magnificent scenery of the ancient town street opposite. A panoramic view of the night view of Jiang City, of course, was not enough for her to ask Song Yan.

Qi Yue remembered that Song Yan lived there with Qi Huan when Song Yan was still little transparent.

Qi Yue has been looking at the apartment over there for a long time.

If he couldn't afford to buy it, he could only ask Song Yan to ask for it. Who told him that the location of his apartment was closest to that person.

She sat in the room for a while. Anyway, she can't go to work recently, so she might as well do something else meaningful.

She went upstairs and opened a room with a key. The room was very large, about [-] square meters. After Qi Yue came, she begged Song Yan to give it to her. She turned it into a studio, and put various canvases in it. , and also hung some messy paintings, these are all things for her to hide.

Qi Yue uncovered a piece of canvas. Underneath the huge canvas was not a white wall, but small canvases of various sizes. On each piece of canvas was a man of similar stature, appearing on the canvas in various forms. superior.

Either standing or sitting, or talking something, or sitting in front of the piano, playing with slender hands on the piano, or just a passport photo.

This person looks similar to Song Yan, and at a casual glance, he is exactly the same as Song Yan, but after careful inspection, he feels that they are completely two people.

The person on the canvas is gentle, his eyes are always smiling, and he is a very well-mannered person.

Every time Qi Yue looked at these canvases, she felt like a pervert, secretly hiding other people's paintings in another man's house, and adding new ones year after year.

Yuxi didn't understand her behavior, and sometimes Qi Yue couldn't understand it either, it was just an obsession, which made her unable to extricate herself.

Obsession is enough to make people smash to pieces.

She looked at those paintings one by one, and the people in the paintings were presented in various postures in front of her, as if there was a real person standing in front of her.

As night fell, Qi Yue pulled up the painting and locked the room.

The servants were already asleep, and no one asked her if she wanted to eat or if she needed anything else. When Song Yan left, they all regarded her as a transparent person.

She didn't answer the phone for several times at home, and when she came back at eleven o'clock at night, she would be scolded. Qi Yue simply turned off the phone, looked at the scenery outside the window in the dark, and thought to herself, Song Yan left after all. Good or not.

Qi Huan doesn't know where she is now, whether she is married, how she gets along with her husband after getting married, and how the child is. She hasn't contacted her family for three years, and Qi Yue knows nothing about it.

Both parents believed in the rumors that she forced Qi Huan away, and that she was the one fighting to be with Song Yan that made the house messy.

In fact, everyone said that she was used to it.

After thinking wildly for a while, Qi Yue closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"Brother Yan, how about calling your family?" The assistant came in with a pitcher of beer and asked him casually.

Song Yan looked back at him, but didn't speak.

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Song Yan had a good temper and did not hang up. He patiently listened to the Chinese to English and English to Chinese.

Qi Yue turned off the phone, and the person who said he was very good yesterday started acting like a monster again today, and they have only been separated for eighteen hours.

The assistant hid the beer under the table and came over to gossip with Song Yan.

"Brother Yan, do you know that the script has been temporarily changed. I heard that someone brought money into the group and wanted more roles. I guess you will have a rivalry with her."

Song Yan cherishes Feather, and the scripts he accepts are only meaningful scripts that he likes. The script must be finalized before filming.

The assistant probably caught him and talked about this topic with him.

Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the phone screen, took off the earphones, and said something wrong: "I remember that the crew said to hand in the phone tomorrow?"

The assistant froze for a moment, then nodded: "Those who have public phones are just not allowed to take pictures."

"Brother Yan, there has been a lot of plagiarism in the past few years. The crew did this for our own good." Fearing that Song Yan would make trouble again, the assistant added.

Song Yan stared at his mobile phone and did not speak.

I don't know if Song Yan is interested in the topic just now. In short, he didn't pick up the words, and the assistant didn't dare to say any more.

In the crew led by Song Yan, some people dare to hide the rules because they are really capable. It would be fine if Song Yan was just a starlet, but he is also the only young son of the Song family, the only heir to the family's property.

Even though he has a younger uncle, he is still a frail scholar, and his wife died early, so he can't compete with Song Yan.

In the future, he will definitely be wronged by powerful people to enter the entertainment industry and become an actor. It all started when this master was still a teenager and rebellious.

It is said that when Song Yan was 17 years old, Song's father got involved with a celebrity in the entertainment industry. Song Yan claimed that he would also want to act in order to anger his father, so he shaved his head and became popular in the circle.

He was really angry with his father, so he let go that day and abused Song Yan as much as he wanted without looking at his face.

Xu Shi responded to the word "acting" in the name. Song Yan's journey in the industry was not difficult, but it was not smooth. The child is talented, and after a few years of struggling at the bottom, he became a film king. Later, he took root in the entertainment industry.

To be honest, even if his father made people abuse Song Yan, not many people would dare to disrespect him.

Maybe one day this master wants to open up and go back to inherit hundreds of billions of property, or maybe he is a narrow-minded person, and the person who used to wear small shoes for him may not be able to wear shoes.

Now this master has achieved this achievement by himself, and more and more people support him.

People, if you walk too much on the wide avenue, you will always enter one or two narrow paths, and you will stumble a few times on the flat road. Song Yan's career can be said to be in full swing, but love is not so smooth.

When I was easily shy, I secretly liked her for a few years, and then I dared to confess and planned a confession that was enough to move the girls to express my heart, but was rejected on the spot.

This is probably the worst time in Song Yan's life of more than [-] years of smooth sailing.

The assistant could figure out when Song Yan was still pregnant in Mrs. Song's stomach, and stopped here because Song Yan spoke.

"Get out of my room with your pint of beer, I'm going to bed."

The master's cold voice rang in his ears, and the assistant was so frightened that he quickly took the beer out from under the table and rushed back to his room.

How fierce is it? I hid it from you because I was afraid of being discovered. After all, I have been your assistant for three years. Is it so unreasonable?

Song Yan slammed the door, leaned back on the hotel's ginger-colored wooden door, raised his head slightly, with a tired look on his face.

It took six or seven hours to travel from Jiangshi to the northwest after exhausting boats and vehicles. After arriving, he took a jeep to reach the destination. The bumpy road made him feel sick. After finally resting, he wanted to call Qi Yue, but the other party turned off his phone and couldn't answer it.

He was unwilling to just sleep like this, so he leaned against the door and let it go for a while.

Usually when the filming is over, he likes to use this action to separate himself from the scene.

Sometimes Qi Yue is indifferent, and sometimes she stalks him relentlessly, beating and scolding him inseparably. When they are together, he is like opening a blind box, never knowing what will happen to her tomorrow.

But Qi Yue is still very good most of the time, but Song Yan always feels that Qi Yue doesn't seem to love him as much as he shows.

(End of this chapter)