Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 821: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (34)

The mist in the bathroom had not yet dissipated, and Song Yuesheng had just turned off the shower when he was suddenly pulled back by a strong force.

"Lu Xingyi!" Her voice was hoarse, and she raised her leg to kick him. "Excessive indulgence is a disease. Isn't it enough for me to accompany you until the afternoon?"

Lu Xingyi dodged swiftly, but took the opportunity to grab her waist and pushed her heavily against the cold tiles.

Drops of water slid down her smooth back and were caught by his hot palm.

"Not enough." He lowered his head and bit her red earlobe, his voice filled with laziness and unsatisfied desire after being satisfied, "It's not enough anyway."

"……ill."

"Yes, I am sick." Lu Xingyi laughed softly, rubbing her shoulders and neck like a large dog, his warm lips lingering on her collarbone, "Didn't I just tell you? Only you can cure it."

"So Shengsheng, we..."

"Um--"

With a sudden groan, Lu Xingyi staggered back, holding his abdomen and gasping for air.

"Besides beating me," he frowned in pain, "can you try something new?"

Song Yuesheng shook his numb wrist and said, "I'm afraid you can't bear it and will become even crazier than you are now."

Lu Xingyi's eyes darkened, and he suddenly pounced on her and bit her shoulder hard.

The smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth, and he licked the red in revenge: "What could be crazier than you asking me to deal with those wild men? Bad woman!"

"Okay then." Song Yuesheng suddenly revealed a strange smile, "I'll show you now..."

"What are you looking at——"

Lu Xingyi's words came to an abrupt end.

He watched Song Yuesheng slide uncontrollably like a puppet with its strings cut.

Water splashed on the tiled floor, and her long hair spread out in the water like a ball of ink that could not be dissolved.

“Shengsheng?!”

He hurriedly caught her, but the moment his breath touched her, he felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

"Get up!" he said in a trembling voice, "This joke is not funny at all!"

The sound of the shower water suddenly became deafening.

"Stop pretending..." Lu Xingyi patted her face with shaking hands, "Don't scare me with what you learned in the drama academy? Song, the top student in professional courses..."

no response.

The sound of water drops hitting the ground is like a countdown to death.

Da da da.

The body in his arms was growing colder and colder, so cold that his heart almost stopped beating.

"No..." Lu Xingyi hurriedly turned off the shower. His fingertips were shaking as he wrapped the bath towel around her wet body. "It was fine just now..."

Just as he grabbed the phone and dialed the number, a cold hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"This is the way to avoid beating people up." Song Yuesheng had become normal without knowing when, with water droplets still hanging on his eyelashes. "The limit is twelve hours. If you exceed that, I will die."

This was the conclusion she came to after many experiments.

For more than twelve hours, her soul felt as if it was being cut by a knife.

"Clap!"

The phone smashed to the ground, the sound of the screen breaking and the call of "Lao Lu" from the other end of the phone became fragmented.

Lu Xingyi suddenly hugged her into his arms with such force that he almost crushed her.

"Song Yuesheng!" His voice was extremely hoarse, like a whine squeezed out from the deepest part of his chest, "Do you want to scare me to death?!"

A drop of warmth hit her neck, and she couldn't tell whether it was water or tears.

The veins on his arms bulged, but he carefully controlled his strength, as if he was holding a fragile treasure.

"If you dare to scare me by pretending to die again..." He bit her earlobe fiercely, but his voice was trembling, "I will send all your lovers down to accompany you..."

Song Yuesheng patted his shoulder and said, "I just told you that you would go crazy. It was you who wanted to see new things."

Lu Xingyi's Adam's apple rolled and his chest heaved violently.

Might as well beat him up.

This was physical injury, not serious, but her fake death was a vicious mental attack.

"Anyway, don't you ever pretend to be dead to scare me again!"

Lu Xingyi said it again, then bit her lips hard until he tasted rust.

This little liar is full of lies and won't even give him love.

Who knows whether the so-called "twelve hours" is true or false?

Song Yuesheng pondered for a while and said, "This... depends on the situation."

"What?!" Lu Xingyi's pupils suddenly shrank.

Song Yuesheng stroked the back of his hand with cold fingers: "If you do something that gets me into trouble..."

She whispered, "This is the fastest way to sober you up."

"What can I do?" Lu Xingyi gritted his teeth.

"You sent people to kidnap Shen Zhirang."

"That doesn't count!" He grabbed her wrist tightly, "I didn't know you were the one who sent him in!" His hot breath sprayed on her face, "You have to promise me, otherwise don't expect me to help you."

Song Yuesheng turned away: "Then I'll go find someone else."

"No!"

Lu Xingyi angrily pressed her into the bed and kissed her fiercely until she had difficulty breathing. "And that little brat Jiang Xu! You are not allowed to see him again!"

"I've finished filming," she winked at him, "I'll be back in a few days."

Lu Xingyi's eyes suddenly turned sinister: "You are lying under me, and you still dare to say go back?"

The veins on his hand that was pinching her waist bulged, "They trained you to be like this, and you're still in a hurry to go back? Do you have Stockholm syndrome?"

Song Yuesheng's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Someone seems to have said this.

"Don't you want to know," she suddenly raised her eyes, a smile on her lips, "who are you going to deal with?"

“Who can compare to the Lu family?”

Lu Xingyi sneered arrogantly, rubbing her swollen lips with his fingertips, "Wait until I wipe them out, Shengsheng, you will never--"

"Si Shu, Xu Yanheng, and Fu Yunzhi."

Song Yuesheng sighed in his heart.

This is the order decided after being asked countless times who to give the gift to first.

Since I'm not satisfied anyway, I might as well go with the order of the first home run.

If Lu Xingyi is included...he would be the first one.

"They are not my financial sponsors," Song Yuesheng added calmly, "You can think of them as... boyfriends in a non-secular sense."

The air freezes.

Lu Xingyi's pupils contracted violently, and his handsome face was instantly distorted.

"You little liar--" He suddenly stood up and punched the pillow beside her ear, "How did you offend them!!!"

Wait a minute.

Lu Xingyi thought of something and suddenly propped himself up, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

The water droplets slid down his taut jawline and hit Song Yuesheng's collarbone, chilling him to the bone.

"Before that, I..." He spoke each word with great emphasis, "I saw Si Shu arguing with a woman at the Huaxi Road bus stop..."

Song Yuesheng thought for a moment and said calmly: "It seems to be the case."

Lu Xingyi's breathing stagnated, and he felt as if someone had stabbed him in the chest.

This was the truth that made him most furious after he found out that Shen Zhirang jumped out of the car for her - it turned out that they had been so close to each other earlier, but had passed each other by!

He pinched Song Yuesheng's cheek and said, "You little liar, are you trying to piss me off to death?"

"No." Song Yuesheng looked into his scarlet eyes calmly, "I told you very clearly, all you have to do is not let them bother me, and don't fight or kill."

She raised her hand and pressed the back of his hand, where veins were bulging, her fingertips were cold.

"Si Shu and Fu Yunzhi are evenly matched and can check and balance each other. But Xu Yanheng..." She sneered, "Always sitting back and reaping the benefits will only intensify the conflict. So..."

Before she finished speaking, she glanced at Lu Xingyi meaningfully.

This glance made Lu Xingyi completely lose control.

"Okay, very good." He laughed in anger and pinched her face again, "Don't worry..."

"I will definitely get rid of the three of them..." The voice seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, "One. Pot. Take. Away—"

As the last word fell, he slammed the glass on the bedside table against the wall.

"Throw it to the wild island and kill yourself!!!"

**

Lu Xingyi's carefully planned "elimination plan" ultimately failed.

Fighting one against three was already difficult, and that little wolf cub Jiang Xu took the opportunity to sneak into the house.

In the end, under the absolute fairness that Song Yuesheng deliberately maintained, the five people actually formed a strange balance.

But she was not partial, but that couldn't stop them from trying every possible way to monopolize her.

The original small group of three was forced to expand into a group of five.

Either Lu Xingyi posted a photo of the hairpin that Song Yuesheng left in his workshop, or Fu Yunzhi posted a photo of the lipstick she forgot in the office, or it was a portrait of Jiang Xufa.

Xu Yanheng was the most insidious. He directly released the candid photos of her sleeping on his private plane - although it was later confirmed that they were photoshopped.

This drama lasted for a whole year.

Until one morning, Song Yuesheng completely exploded when Fu Yunzhi called "Sister~" for the thirty-sixth time in her sticky voice.

He didn't know where he learned his accent, but the ending tone was even more artificial than Jiang Xu's.

Actually…it would be fine if it was just some jealousy drama, but they have been ruining her audition crews one after another recently!

Can't stand it!

Absolutely intolerable!

"Hello, Director Li?" Song Yuesheng's fingertips were shaking with anger when he answered the phone. "Yes, I'll take over the stunt double role... I'll be there tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, she posted a message in a group of six people named "Let's All Be Destroyed": "I'm going to film a movie. You are not allowed to come to see me for three months. If you come again, I will really die."

Then, Song Yuesheng simply turned off his phone, packed his luggage, and flew to the Northwest Film and Television Base overnight.

On the set filled with yellow sand, the makeup artist was doing the final touches on her look.

The high ponytail was tied up with red silk, the bright red outfit outlined her slender waist, and the golden heart-shaped belt sparkled in the sun.

The cinnabar lotus pattern on her forehead makes her eyebrows and eyes look picturesque.

Holding a shiny silver spear, she walked towards that station, looking like a heroine who had walked out of a martial arts novel.

"Teacher Song, the martial arts instructor is waiting for you to try out the moves." The stagehand reminded quietly.

Song Yuesheng nodded, picked up the prop spear and walked out.

“Sizzle—”

A sharp electric sound suddenly pierced her eardrum. She frowned and rubbed her ears, and the sound disappeared again.

"It must be Fu Yunzhi..." Song Yuesheng muttered through gritted teeth, "Calling 'sister' 'sister' every day has made me lose my mind."

Fu Yunzhi had already stopped calling her "sister", but started calling her that again when she saw Jiang Xu.

That little curly-haired boy Jiang Xu killed her!

Fighting and grabbing!

However, the moment Song Yuesheng took a step, the whole world suddenly spun around.

The spear slammed to the ground with a clang, and the last image in sight was the crew members running towards him in panic.

In a trance, a joyful voice exploded in my mind:

"Dear Miss Song Yue, congratulations on your chance to travel through thousands of worlds!"