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Chapter 1 I won't pester you anymore
Night, cloudy sky.

Located in the Qin family's villa in the center of the wealthy area, Song Yixi looked at a couple in a photo frame not far away, slightly lost in thought.

The crystal chandelier in the living room illuminated the surroundings without any shadows, and her palm-sized face was immersed in the bright light, making her look thinner and paler.

Until the servant's exclamation interrupted her thoughts——

"Sir, have you had too much to drink?"

Song Yixi turned her head and saw the driver helping the drunk Qin Lian back home.

The servant hurried up to meet him.

She pursed her lips and stood up.

Qin Lian has a good appearance, is tall and has long legs, and is dressed in a pure black suit, which vividly shows his indifferent and noble aura that keeps people thousands of miles away.

Maybe he felt that the light was too dazzling, he frowned, his dark eyes caught off guard and looked at her.

He suddenly smiled.

Song Yixi was stunned for a moment, and saw him pushing the driver away and walking towards her, and before she could react, he hugged her into his arms.

She froze all of a sudden, her face turned pale, and the servant turned pale with shock, and pulled him tremblingly, "Sir..."

Perhaps Qin Lian sensed something was wrong, and slowly let go of her with a frown.

So Song Yixi watched helplessly as his bewildered eyes gradually became clear, with a gentle smile, the temperature disappeared layer by layer, as if covered with ice-cold frost, and his thin lips were pursed tightly.

Meeting his undisguised disgust, Song Yixi only felt a sharp pain in his heart, and all the blood faded from his pale face in an instant.

"Why are you here!" He frowned fiercely, the strong disgust seemed to be engraved in his bones.

"I'll return it." Song Yixi lowered his eyes, took out a black jewelry box from his handbag, handed it to him, and said softly, "The sponsor forgot to return it. The item is too expensive, so it's not suitable for me to keep it."

Qin Lian glanced at the jewelry box, but didn't answer it, with a cold face, "I seem to have said, don't come here just because you have nothing to do."

He was on guard against her.

Song Yixi suddenly smiled, and looked straight at him with clear eyes, "Mr. Qin, you seem to have forgotten. I have a boyfriend now, and I won't pester you anymore."

Qin Lian listened to her unfamiliar and polite Mr. Qin, looked at her calm expression, did not speak, her handsome face was unpredictable.

When he didn't answer, Song Yixi laughed at himself and put the jewelry box on the table.

Maybe it was because she had a criminal record, so it was reasonable for him not to believe her.

"There's nothing else, I'm leaving first." Song Yixi walked around him and walked out of the living room, even if she didn't turn her head, she could still feel his glowing gaze.

When she reached the door, she stopped without turning her head, and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Qin, this time, I really gave up."

When I returned to the old residential area where I lived, it was already lightly raining.

Song Yixi stepped up the stairs, looked down at the rusty iron handrails, remembered Qin Lian's eyes just now, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

It was because she was too wishful thinking that she suddenly had relatives and friends overnight, so she also thought that the distance from him was only a few feet away, ignored his repeated warnings, and approached wantonly, but she didn't know that it was just a dream, struggling at the bottom of society After all, Song Yixi can never become a genius girl Tang Nuan'er, but she can only enjoy her happiness for a short time by relying on a similar face. When she comes to her senses, she still lives in a dilapidated unfinished building, and the distance from him is still a natural barrier.

In fact, thinking about it now, most people looked at her with pity at that time, but she didn't understand.

Even the couple who claim to be her parents often watch her cry, and their attitude is occasionally indifferent, she thinks this is normal and tries desperately to make them happy.

But a counterfeit is a counterfeit after all. When the missing real lady came back a year later, she was beaten back to her original form in an instant. It turned out that she was just a substitute that a wealthy family found at random when they missed their daughter. The white mouse was useless , she was still the orphan Song Yixi who died of illness and no one asked her.

The raindrops flowed into the eyes along the wet hair, and the sting was painful, Song Yixi wiped it off casually, and found the key to open the door.

The silver key reflected the lingling light, and the cardboard box at the door suddenly made a slight sound, and she looked subconsciously.

With just one glance, she froze instantly.

Should it be a boy or a man...?

He squatted on the ground with his knees in his arms, his black hair was soft, his thin shoulder blades were against the wall, his whole body was shivering from the cold or the pain, maybe he noticed her gaze, and turned his head to look at her.

The sound of the rain did not stop, and the brilliance began to bloom.

The shallow moonlight reflected a smear of white, and his dark pupils looked over, like a night lake that could not see through the light, reflecting the extreme silence and coldness.

Many years later, when Song Yixi recalled this scene, his heart still trembled uncontrollably.

It has nothing to do with love, it's just because of Wen Shiyu's beautiful, almost demon face.

At this time, Wen Shiyu hadn't exposed his distorted and indifferent nature, and she still didn't know how powerful this man would be to warm her for the rest of her life. She just looked at the eye-catching furry ears on his head and walked over by instinct. , leaned over, reached out and touched it.

He muttered in a trance, "It's so beautiful, a dog..."

Wen Shiyu shook his ears.

He stared coldly at the woman who fell to the ground after saying this, hooked the key with his slender hand, carried her directly on his shoulder, took the key and opened the door, and went in.

"boom--"

Song Yixi's forehead was hot and his consciousness was blurred.

The slightly sharp teeth knocked against her skin, stinging a little.

She felt that her consciousness disappeared little by little as the blood flowed out of her body, as if she was drowning in sea water and gradually lost consciousness.

Is she... going to die...

Being sucked to death by a strange dog man?

It's ridiculous.

Song Yixi's hands dropped limply.

Wen Shiyu paused slightly, "It's really useless."

He reluctantly looked at her neck, which was dripping with traces of blood, straightened her head with his slender fingers, and leaned closer to her.

Like a ghost in mythology who transports people's energy, Song Yixi's complexion improved little by little under the breath he transported.

After a while, Wen Shiyu left without the slightest nostalgia, his indifferent eyes staring at her without waves.

One night of light rain, late autumn is approaching.

Song Yixi woke up from the cold in the morning.

She coughed a few times, her body was very heavy and she had no energy. When she went to Qin Lian's villa last night, she didn't feel very well. She really had a fever.

Song Yixi got up and wanted to find some cold medicine, but suddenly felt her neck itchy, she subconsciously looked down.

(End of this chapter)