Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 809: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (22)

The smell of disinfectant first enters my nose.

Xu Yanheng slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the glaring incandescent light and the ticking electrocardiogram monitor.

He was stunned for a moment.

It turns out there is an ICU in hell?

"Awake?" A familiar voice came from the right.

Xu's mother sat upright in the accompanying chair, with suppressed anger on her well-maintained face.

Seeing him wake up, she immediately stood up and rang the call bell, her silk cheongsam rustling as she moved.

"Mom has heard what Aunt Liu said." Mother Xu lowered her voice, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the pearl necklace, "Is it useful to torment yourself like this for a little girl?"

"He slept with you and then ran away. What else could it be but a honey trap?"

She remembered what the director of the emergency department said, "No matter how young Master Xu is, he can't go through so much trouble." Her ears are still burning.

Xu Yanheng lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling motionlessly. His pale face almost blended in with his blue and white striped hospital gown.

The faintly visible kiss mark on the collarbone made Xu's mother's temple throb.

"That little girl's name is Song Yuesheng, right?" She squeezed out the name through her teeth, "Mom will definitely have a good talk with her someday. There's nothing wrong with a good girl learning."

"Mom." Xu Yanheng suddenly spoke, blood seeping from his cracked lips, "Don't look for me anymore."

Mother Xu dug her red-painted nails into her palms: "Are you still protecting her?"

"...She's gone." His voice was as light as a wisp of smoke. "Maybe... we can only see her...at the funeral."

Mother Xu's delicate face froze in an instant.

She slowly leaned over and squeezed out a sentence almost through her teeth: "On...your bed...?"

Silence spread between mother and son, with only the regular "beeping" sound of the ECG monitor.

"Snapped!"

A slap landed heavily on Xu Yanheng's face.

Mother Xu was so angry that she was shaking all over.

"You usually pretend to be pure and indifferent, and you don't even go on blind dates. It turns out that you were just acting for us?" Her pearl earrings swayed with her violent movements. "You made a big fuss for us without making any noise? Do you think your dad and I have lived too long?"

Xu Yanheng tilted his head, his cheeks burning, but he didn't feel any pain.

Xu's mother turned around twice and suddenly grabbed the phone on the bedside table: "Who took her away? Her family?"

The diamond-studded phone case reflects a dazzling light under the light.

"This kind of absurd thing has never happened in the three generations of the Xu family!"

Seeing her son return to his dead silence, she tore off her silk shawl and said, "Speak! Where is the girl? I'll ask your father to prepare a car! The betrothal gift... no, the compensation must be doubled..."

"Mom." Xu Yanheng interrupted softly, "Don't ask."

Mother Xu grabbed the front of his hospital gown and said, "Speak!"

Her voice suddenly choked, "What on earth did you... do to that little girl..."

Xu Yanheng's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his cracked lips trembled slightly: "Si Shu...took her away." Every word seemed to be squeezed out from his chest, "The funeral...should have been arranged by him."

"Si Shu?!"

The silk handkerchief in Xu's mother's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and her carefully painted willow-shaped eyebrows raised high, "How dare you touch Si Shu's woman?"

Her voice suddenly rose, then dropped sharply when she realized this was a hospital.

Sijia.

These two words exploded in Xu's mother's mind.

The business world is complex and the political world is full of disciples.

What's even more terrifying is that madman Si Shu - three years ago, someone who didn't know how to live or die provoked him, and now that person is still locked up in a mental hospital.

Mother Xu dug her red-painted nails deep into her palms.

"Your father and I raised you for twenty-four years..." Xu's mother's voice suddenly aged ten years, "I didn't know you were so bold."

She bent down to pick up the handkerchief. The peony embroidered on it was covered with dust.

"Forget it. I'll ask your father to go to the Si family to apologize. If that doesn't work..." She gritted her teeth and said, "Ask your grandmother to come forward. She and Old Madam Si studied abroad together when they were young, so there should be some friendship between them."

The shadow of the sycamore tree outside the window cast a mottled shadow on Xu Yanheng's face.

He looked quietly at the medicine dripping from the infusion tube, as if he didn't hear what his mother said.

The dead are gone, and who are the living doing this for?

Shengsheng...

If I hadn't pestered her last night...if I had been more restrained, would it be possible...

Regret gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake, hurting him a thousand times more than the wound on his wrist.

at the same time.

Song Yuesheng's consciousness slowly emerged from the chaos, and he opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes.

——She was floating in the air, and the surroundings were unfamiliar.

Did anyone know that she could leave her body and kidnap her here on purpose?

"Shengsheng...if you don't wake up..." Si Shu's hoarse voice came from below, trembling with suppressed emotion, "I'm going crazy too..."

Song Yuesheng looked down and saw Si Shu sitting dejectedly on the edge of the bed.

His hair, which was always neatly combed, was now standing up in a messy manner, and his expensive suit jacket was wrinkled on the back of the chair.

He held her hand tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his red eyes were bloodshot, as if he had been guarding her like this for a long time.

...So this guy went to Xu Yanheng's house and stole her body?

My peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the vintage clock on the wall, and the gilded hands showed that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Yuesheng's pupils shrank slightly.

Does this mean that her soul was out of her body for nearly nine hours but she was still safe and sound?

This kind of supernatural power actually exists in her?

"Shengsheng..." Si Shu's call interrupted her thoughts.

Well, there are more pressing issues at hand.

Song Yuesheng calmed himself down.

He has nothing to do with what happened last night and cannot be involved.

The moment her soul took over her body again, her fingertips moved slightly and her whole body was pulled up by brute force.

"Song Yuesheng!" Si Shu almost gnashed his teeth as he called out her name, his arms clamping her like iron clamps, "You're freaking scaring me to death!"

His chest was rising and falling violently, and he could feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt. "I didn't do anything wrong. Do you have to punish me like this?"

"I said……"

"Shut up!" He interrupted fiercely, pressing her head on his shoulder, "Let me hold you quietly for a while."

Song Yuesheng wisely kept silent.

It seems that the report in some marketing accounts that "the second young master of the Si family was a hot-tempered and prickly person during his school days" is not fabricated.

Noticing her overly obedient reaction, Si Shu suddenly let go of her hand, his voice suddenly softened, and with a trembling tone of fear, "I'm not being mean to you, don't scare me..."

What he ended up seeing was a pair of innocent blinking eyes: "Didn't you say to be quiet?"

Si Shu: “…”

He suddenly lowered his head as if to vent his anger and bit her cheek lightly.

"grass!"

His voice was muffled in her neck, "Why the hell did I end up in the hands of a woman like you in my life!"

Song Yuesheng leaned back slightly, increasing the distance between himself and Si Shu.

She looked carefully at the irritable man in front of her and suddenly said, "I find it strange, too."

Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the red mark on her wrist.

"How about... we go to a temple in the suburbs now? I heard there's an accomplished monk there..."

She really wanted an answer.

This supernatural phenomenon and the inexplicable preferences of these men are not a good thing for her.

Maybe I was really entangled by something unclean.

"What else can those bald donkeys do besides cheating people out of money?" Si Shu sneered, and suddenly bit her collarbone, leaving a shallow tooth mark. "Song Yuesheng, listen to me,"

He pinched her chin and forced her to look up. "Even if you are a ghost seeking revenge, you can only haunt me."

His eyes swept across her swollen lips, and a fire suddenly ignited in Si Shu's eyes: "Weren't you quite capable when you pretended to be dead to scare me?" His thumb rubbed her lower lip roughly, "Why did you obey when Xu Yanheng forced you?"

Song Yuesheng suddenly remembered the unusual similarities between Shen Zhirang and Xu Yanheng.

She tilted her head to look at Si Shu's still handsome face despite his rage, and asked softly, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"You still want to lie to me?" Si Shu's knuckles crackled.

"Okay. I wasn't forced." She suddenly smiled, like a cat stealing fish. "I pretended to be dead to scare Xu Yanheng, purely because he didn't let me sleep at four in the morning."

Si Shu: “…”

For the second time, he wanted to slap himself in the face ten seconds ago.

This answer is worse than being deceived, at least he can hear her coaxing him!