Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Chapter 233 Substitute Marriage: Warlord Marshal VS No.1 Actress (36)

Song Ci opened his eyes, and looked at Shen Yu suddenly leaning over, so close that he could clearly see the delicate fluff on the young man's face and the intricate patterns under his eyes, his breath hit his cheeks, and his gaze fell on there. On the pale pink full lips, Shen Yu's heart suddenly lifted.

The corners of Song Ci's lips brushed against Shen Yu's ear tips, and he raised his hand and let it fall along his hair. It seemed that it was an inadvertent move, and Shen Yu's heart beat faster.

He, what is he... doing?
Song Ci noticed the astonishment and panic in Shen Yu's eyes, and lowered his eyes to cover the flashing light in his eyes.

"Your hair was messed up just now, and I tidied it up for you."

"oh oh……"

When Shen Yu heard what he said, she reacted because she was thinking too much, and the tips of her ears turned red involuntarily.

He actually thought Song Ci was kissing him...

His eyes averted a little and he didn't dare to look at him.

Song Ci looked at him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he took Shen Yu's hand naturally, but Shen Yu pulled it back embarrassingly, and let him hold it.

Just as he was leaving the house, he bumped into Zhou Tairong, and the daughter-in-law who brought him through the door saw Song Ci laughing playfully, her eyes swept over him and then fell on Shen Yu, the corners of her lips curled up, and her smile kept widening.

"Yo, little nephew brought your little mother out to play~"

Song Ci frowned when he heard his words, "Zhou Tairong can't speak, so don't speak, watch out for your tongue."

"That is, I cherish it. After all, I still need to use it to communicate with my little nephew." Zhou Tairong didn't know what it meant to be afraid when he saw Song Ci, and he didn't know what to say.

"Ah."

Song Ci snorted coldly.

Hua'er also felt that Zhou Tairong's speech was not very good now, so she immediately raised her hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes, her eyes were a little worried, after all, Song Ci's identity was separated and she didn't look like the kind of person to be provoked: "Tairong... ..."

Song Ci raised his hand to press Zhou Tairong's shoulder, seeing his indifference, pinched the bones of his shoulder blade with great force.

It sounds sour.

People passing by didn't know what was going on, so they stopped curiously and looked this way.

Shen Yu felt that there were a lot of people, and some of them recognized him, and a few men were about to move towards him.

"Hey, isn't this Shen Yu? Why don't you sing when you're climbing high?"

"Is it because the Xiangge can't accommodate your big Buddha?"

Hearing the cynicism from the people over there, Shen Yu didn't care, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

"It's just a singer who really thinks he's a Phoenix?" A fan-wielding woman on the opposite side rolled her eyes, waved the high-end fan in her hand, and left.

He had only met Mrs. Gui who played mahjong with Zhou Qingying once, so it was normal to dislike him. After all, it was well known that Zhou Qingying hated actors.

The one who was born by himself is still living in the Song family.

Song Ci pulled him back, his face darkened when he heard these remarks, and he said coldly to the people who watched the excitement, "What are you doing here?! Are you bored or do you want to get involved? sit here?"

As soon as those people heard Song Ci's words, they immediately dispersed. They just came to see the excitement, but they really didn't want to involve themselves in it.

Zhou Tairong laughed narrowly, and whispered something in Song Ci's ear as he passed by.

"Do you want to try?"

Song Ci raised his eyes to look at him, Zhou Tairong's eyes were full of probing and teasing, he still didn't understand, Zhou Tairong is really a lunatic who does everything.

Disgusted, he wiped Zhou Tairong's fingers with a handkerchief, scratched his skin with all his strength, and threw them on the ground viciously.

Shen Yu didn't know what Zhou Tairong had said to him, but she instinctively told him that Song Ci was not in a good spirit, so she patted the back of his hand lightly.

I heard Song Ci say, "Are you okay?"

It took Shen Yu a while to realize that Song Ci was always worried about herself, and her heart trembled, "I'm fine, I'm used to it long ago, I don't care anymore."

Song Ci sighed, found a corner where no one was around, turned around and blocked Shen Yu in the corner, behind which he could completely cover Shen Yu's face, stretched out his arms to hug him, his voice was muffled, as soon as he heard it I know I'm not happy.

"Next time if you encounter this again, just tell them to shut up. If they dare to refute, you can report my name. I still have the face of growing up in the capital."

Shen Yu leaned on Song Ci's body and felt extremely at ease now, raised his head and looked at Song Ci, the tenderness in his eyes made him want to stay by his side regardless of life or death in the next moment.

For the first time, he stretched out his hand upstairs to his waist, "Thank you, Song Ci..."

Song Ci was really kind to him. In the past time, he had always taken care of himself. No matter what happened, he would always stand up for himself. He didn't want to let himself be wronged. When he was sick, he willingly took care of him all night.

Song Ci pursed her lips, and finally said: "...it should be."

In fact, that sentence should have been: I want to treat you well, this instinct comes from the heart.

(End of this chapter)