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

Chapter 85

Song Yan stared straight at Qi Yue's picturesque eyebrows, this person looked so cute after he fell asleep, and the words he said when he woke up were indeed so unpleasant.

This is probably what people say: to be a good person is to have a mouth.

Song Yan thought wildly for a while, got out of bed and quietly closed the door and went to the study next door.

A hardcover painting was hung in the most conspicuous place of the study, the one that Song Yan pestered Qi Yue to draw for him.

In the painting, Song Yan is sitting on the lamb bench, holding a cigarette in his hand, raising his head slightly to look at the painter's position, his eyes are lazy and his expression is blurred.

Prime Minister Song Yan seemed to be indifferent to anything with such a casual look.

When Qi Yue was painting, what was going on in her mind?Staring at a person for such a long time, there must be a lot of things in my mind.

Song Yan looked at the painting, apprehensive and grateful at the same time.Fortunately, Qi Yue chose him tonight, but what is worrying is whether she will feel that he is taking advantage of others when she wakes up tomorrow.

Not long after Song Yan left, Qi Yue woke up. The room was pitch black, and the smell of sea island green cypress spread in her nostrils. Ever since Song Yan emitted this smell, every time she saw Song Yan, she could always smell it. arrive.

The sea water is rippled by the wind, and there are green cypresses covered by snow under the island, the coldness of the snow and the bitterness of the green cypresses, mixed with the fresh lime flavor.

When I smell it, I feel like I am in the forest on the coastal cliffs. The cold sea breeze blows, and the hem of the boy in the shirt is blown up. There is a young and cheerful figure in the eyes, and the unique fragrance of the boy on the tip of the nose.

After adapting to the darkness for a while, she sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, touching the bandage on her wrist in a daze.

She tried her best to stay away from Song Yan, and even spoke out to provoke him, but after going around, she still came back here, and she still got closer and closer to Song Yan, and she still returned to the starting point.

The starting point where everything started, she never escaped from the starting point of success.

Song Yan is not heinous, he has also given her warmth and a sense of security, and he has also lingered with her to death.

Song Yan is very good, the only bad thing is that Song Yan doesn't love her.He only loves the person who favored him and took care of him when he was little transparent. This person can be Qi Huan or she.

Even if the truth is revealed now, Song Yan found it belatedly, but is it really love?Don't count.

He missed the rising sun and the setting sun, even the last stars in the sky were pushed away by his own hands, everything has deviated from the track, and there is no going back.

After missing so much, how can I make up for it, so that I can fill up those emptiness in the past, and fill up the loneliness and sadness of more than 1000 vacant rooms?

Song Yeon, if you loved me even a little bit, we wouldn't be like this.

Qi Yue smiled wryly in a low voice, tears came out of the end of her eyes as she smiled.

She is in pain, it is heartache.

She is really too tired, no one pities her, and no one chooses her.

From the beginning to the end, she walked alone in the world, looking forward to redemption and afraid of being burned by the light.

So is Song Yan, and so is Song Zhaoyan. She never had the courage to really think about what she really needs and what her feelings for them are.

Qi Yue looked at the pillow and the ceiling. She has lived here for more than three years. She and Song Yan have done everything in this room.

She had looked forward to Song Yan, and spent countless lonely nights expecting him to come home suddenly, and then hold her through the cold winter.

But Song Yan never filled the progress bar for her expectations.

Qi Yue sympathizes with Qi Huan, sympathizes with her being abandoned by Cheng Zhen, and also sympathizes with Yu Xi, sympathizes with her being cheated by Fu Jing, a liar, she also sympathizes with Song Zhaoyan, sympathizes with his young wife when his wife dies, and she also sympathizes with Song Acting, pity that he never knows who he loves.

She sympathizes with so many people, but no one thinks about her.

She wants to be redeemed, but others always try to push her into the abyss.

She longs to be loved, but Song Zhaoyan only regards her as a student, and in his last words he did not forget to express that he never loved her.

She wanted someone to accompany her, but Song Yan was always on the way to abandon her, staying alone in an empty room for three years, and after Bai Yueguang returned home, he kicked her away without hesitation.

Everyone has a heart, joys, sorrows, sorrows, and everything else, a heart can hold too many things.

Her heart is now broken and turned into a sieve, and she doesn't know where to start to fill it up.

Originally, her heart was toward the sun, to open her heart for everyone, but now, she had to close it, fearing that it would be difficult to open it later.

After five o'clock, Song Yan returned to the room, and Qi Yue was lying on the bed with his back facing him, covered with a thin air conditioner, breathing up and down.

Song Yan tried his best to avoid making any noise, and carefully walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. The bed slumped a little, and Qi Yue knew he was coming. After waking up, she never fell asleep again.

Song Yan looked at Qi Yue's profile for a while, tucked up the quilt for her, and lay down close to Qi Yue's pillow, smelling the scent of shampoo from her hair, it was very sweet and fragrant.

"Song Yan." Qi Yue called him abruptly.

Song Yan was taken aback, Qi Yue's voice was so clear that it didn't seem like he was dreaming, he sat up and stroked Qi Yue's hair.

"I..." Song Yan stumbled and wanted to say something to explain what he wanted to do when he sneaked back to his ex-girlfriend's room in the middle of the night, but Qi Yue didn't let him say anything.

Song Yan looked down at the person in front of him who was kissing his chin reverently, and was stunned for a while.

"Qi, Qi Yue," Song Yan grabbed her shoulder, trying to make her understand what she was doing now.

Qi Yue smiled treacherously, her small face looked shrewd, "Do you want to try?"

Only once today, she indulged herself.

Both of them were familiar with each other's bodies, and Song Yan couldn't stand the slight teasing.

"Qi Yue, you asked for it!" Song Yan put one hand on her shoulder, the other on her head, and kissed her viciously with downcast eyes.

At the dawn, Qi Yue suddenly pushed Song Yan away at the last moment.

Indulging and indulging, she suddenly became a little scared, what is this, and the ex-boyfriend is burning with lust at the ex-boyfriend's house, do you want to continue the madness when we were together?

Song Yan couldn't wait a long time ago, after being pushed like this by her, he reflected a little, pulled the quilt for Qi Yue, got out of bed and went into the bathroom in despair.

Qi Yue took a few breaths and cursed herself secretly.

Song Yan endured the fire she provoked in silence, took a half-hour cold shower in the bathroom bitterly, came out wearing a bathrobe and sat across from her, and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry."

Qi Yue chuckled, "I thought I was sorry for you, and I almost seduced you."

Song Yan pursed his lips and looked at him, his slightly red eyes expressed his grievance and sadness.

"Thank you last night."

Qi Yue is not really a scumbag either. Song Yan opened his eyes yesterday, played a bottle with her, took her home, and didn't open his eyes all night. The next morning, he was played like this by her, probably about to choke Out of internal fire, don't wait for another day to see the fire again, thank you very much.

She obediently said sorry, raised her eyes and glanced at Song Yan quietly.

Song Yan just looked at her and didn't speak.

"Go and wash up, I'll take you to have your stitches removed after breakfast." After a stalemate for a while, Song Yan was finally defeated.

No matter which party fell in love first, or chasing his wife to the crematorium, as long as the party who loves deeply must be the humble party.

　I testify that I also indulged myself once.Did you see, Song Scumbag, this is what happens when you don't know how to hurt others, and this time it also makes you feel the grievance of being alone in an empty room.Let Qi Yue, who is belatedly aware of it, chase you back slowly.

　　Emphasize the character design, it is Shuangjie, but the two people are compared one by one, and then it depends on who bows their heads first and who goes to the crematorium first

　　
　
(End of this chapter)