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

Chapter 70 I Don't Like You Again
Qi Yue felt a lump in her throat, and stared at Song Yan stupidly, feeling a little sad for no reason.

What are you sad about?Song Yan's sorry was not what she wanted.

Song Yan went on to say: "I did a lot of wrong things before."

"Don't take your likes seriously, and don't take you seriously."

"Consume your love for me, use you, and then kick you away."

Qi Yue opened her eyes wide, "...you?"

"Qi Yue, Qi Huan asked me why I like her. I thought about it for a long time."

"Why do I like her."

"What I like is the person who will secretly stuff me with the things I like to eat, who will feel sorry for me, who will give me extra meals when I eat artist meals, and who will cry in worry when I get hurt."

"I like someone who will give me a lucky bag to cheer me up when I audition."

"What I like is the person who will be waiting for me to leave work with me no matter how late I work overtime."

"What I like is that when others bully me, they will stand up and confront those people regardless."

"What I like is that people who are obviously shy but try to be calm in front of me are the people who often look at me secretly and then draw caricatures for me."

If what was said before is not obvious, Qi Yue seems to understand it all at once by drawing the manga later.

It's true that she has done all these things, Qi Huan and Song Yan have been together longer, Qi Huan must have done it too, all she has left is just to take a cartoon.

She once regarded Song Yan as a child, a child she needed to take care of.

He was also only a teenager, suffered unfair treatment in the company, was suppressed by his agent, and sometimes slept only four hours a day.

He is still a child, but he has to bear the faces of adults every day, listen to their scolding, and accept their targets.

Qi Yue just felt sorry for him.

When Qi Yue was seventeen or eighteen years old, she was still studying in school, she didn't need to think about anything, she just needed to study hard.

But Song Yan, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, endured the setbacks she should have suffered in her twenties.

Coupled with Song Zhaoyan's reasons, Qi Yue was really patient with Song Yan at that time, never aggressive with him, and would secretly take care of him in his own way.

I bought him some nutritious food for teenagers to nourish his body, bought him some small lucky bags, and made him some crocheted woolen dolls with my own hands.

Song Yan likes it every time, and laughs when he likes him, and Qi Yue is also fascinated by it when he smiles.

"I told Qi Huan my answer, and Qi Huan said that she never did this for me."

"Qi Yue, tell me why she didn't admit it."

Qi Yue suddenly felt a little thirsty, clenched her hands tightly and then loosened them, repeated several times, she said: "I don't know, maybe I forgot."

"Really?" Song Yan's voice was very low, only the two of them could hear it, and they had to get closer.

Qi Yue reached out and pushed away Song Yan who was almost stuck to her, "Of course."

"Qi Yue, will someone mistake you and Qi Huan?"

"No, no one, never." Qi Yue answered with certainty.

Song Yan laughed lightly, with a hint of bitterness: "I don't believe it."

"I believe."

Song Yan still laughed.

His soft and dry thumb lightly scratched her face: "This question was asked to me after Qi Huan apologized to you that day."

"I thought about it for a long time, and she said, there is only one person who can do this, and that is you, Qi Yue."

"She said, you have been a romantic since you were a child, you like to do things, and you believe in a lot."

"For something like a lucky bag, the Qi family probably would be the only one who would foolishly ask for it."

"I have kept the things you gave me all the time, and I have not lost any of them, and I have locked them in the safe."

Every time he said a word, he got closer to Qi Yue. In the end, Song Yan's lips almost touched Qi Yue's.

"Song Yan!" Qi Yue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

She has clearly decided to draw a line with Song Yan, and will never contact him after the variety show, but why is there such a variety show!

If it weren't for this opportunity, how could they have such close contact?
How could Song Yan say such words that make people blush and heartbeat, like a confession.

Song Yan took her hand: "Can't listen anymore?"

Qi Yue ignored him.

"There are still many, many beautiful moments when I am with you."

"No wonder I always felt that Qi Huan's temperament was changeable. So you two were originally two people."

"Qi Yue, tell me, secretly watching me draw comics, why didn't you admit it when I asked you?"

Qi Yue's whole body was shaken by something similar to whispering, and she was too close, Song Yan seemed to be talking about love, rather than simply questioning.

Why didn't she admit it?Admittedly, Qi Huan's job could no longer be kept, and besides, he was still an intern at that time, and he had never done an internship, so it would definitely be more difficult after that.When the matter came to light, she would be scolded again.

Seeing Qi Yue's face gradually turning red, Song Yan chuckled, and his deep and sexy voice made his laughter even more sensitive.

"Stop talking, stay away from me, hurry up!!!" Qi Yue had no choice but to retreat.

Let Song Yan get up.

Song Yan didn't get up, but instead pressed her on the bed: "You don't want to admit, is that person you?"

"As long as you admit it, and I admit it, I like you."

"...But, I don't like you." With Qi Yue's words, Song Yan fell into an ice cave.

Why did he forget again, Qi Yue doesn't like him now.

"This is my answer, so now, can you let me go, Mr. Song?"

As soon as the three words "Mr. Song" were said, Song Yan knew that Qi Yue was angry. Every time she got angry, she would call out the three words of alienation and indifference.

Song Yan secretly scolded himself for pushing an inch, but stood up and stopped thinking about it.

Both of them coughed to cover up their embarrassment, Qi Yue symbolically picked up the phone and looked at it, pretending that nothing happened just now.

"I... I'll go down first, otherwise, it will arouse suspicion." Qi Yue said.

Song Yan grabbed the corner of her clothes: "No, it's okay, I will protect you."

"...Someone has already come to look for you, of course they will look for me, neither of us is here, are you sure they won't talk nonsense?"

"Let's talk about it, anyway, I don't want to stay in the entertainment industry anymore."

"You are escaping."

"Aren't you the same?"

"..."

The atmosphere was quiet again, Qi Yue sat on the chair sullenly, and Song Yan sulked sitting beside the bed.

The phone screen lit up, Qi Yue glanced at it, it was Zhao Jiayi.

Song Yan gestured for her to answer, Qi Yue asked: "If she asks me where I am, what should I say?"

"The third floor."

"what?"

"You just say so."

Qi Yue curled her lips and swiped to answer.

"Hey, sister Qi Yue, are you in the dormitory? I've been knocking on the door for a long time, why don't you open it?"

Qi Yue glanced at Song Yan: "I've already fallen asleep, what's the matter with you?"

"Why do you go to bed so early? I thought you didn't go out to eat. I brought you some when you came back. Do you want to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry. I'm too tired today. I went to bed early. Thank you Xiao Zhao."

"Okay, if you're hungry, come to my room and I'll keep it for you."

"Row."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yue said, "The person who came to see you just now should be Mijia. When she left, she said she would bring you something to eat."

Song Yan didn't speak.

"Let's go out and have a look?"

(End of this chapter)