Song Qingyin closed her eyes and pressed her lips against the man's. Just when she was about to make a further move, Pei Jingmo frowned slightly and carefully resisted her movement.
"Jing Mo, why...?" Song Qingyin didn't expect that she would be rejected. She stared at him with sparkling eyes and said in disbelief.
Pei Jingmo pursed his lips and said, "Qingyin, you are drunk. Can you take a rest first?"
"I'm not drunk!" Song Qingyin grabbed his hand: "Jing Mo, we are obviously lovers, and you are my boyfriend, but why can't I kiss my boyfriend now!"
"Jing Mo, tell me why!" Song Qingyin choked up and shed two lines of tears at the end.
Pei Jingmo stood there, still without any other movement.
"Jing Mo, don't you like me anymore? Don't want to be with me..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Pei Jingmo finally responded after hearing this, "Qingyin, I just want to wait until everything is settled, and then I can be with you without any worries."
"It's a little early now."
The man's words seemed to awaken Song Qingyin's reason. Her eyes regained some clarity. She lowered her head and laughed sarcastically: "Yes, I forgot that you are still Miss Shen's husband..."
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“Qingyin…” Pei Jingmo didn’t like her saying angry words, nor did he like her putting him and Shen Shuhe together.
But Song Qingyin raised her hand to his lips to stop him from speaking, and continued: “Don’t worry, I won’t cross the line again until you have dealt with your relationship with Miss Shen.”
"You are married now, and it is indeed not suitable for you to be with me." Song Qingyin looked away and said quietly.
This statement is completely irrational.
Today was their love anniversary. Pei Jingmo intended to make her happy, but he didn't expect that he would make her sad because of such a small thing.
The man sighed, raised his hands to hold her face, and the next second he lowered his head to kiss her.
Song Qingyin was stunned, seemingly surprised by his action.
It took me a long time to react and hug his waist.
The kiss lasted for half a minute, but it did not go deep. Wen Qian was restrained, just like the emotions between the two of them at the moment.
"Qingyin, I didn't handle it in time. It's all my fault. You've endured too much." Pei Jingmo still held her face and whispered, "So you don't have to give in for me anymore. I said, you can do whatever you want."
“I promise you that I will be able to divorce Shen Shuhe soon.”
Song Qingyin's eyes moved slightly when she heard this, and she buried her head tightly in his chest, saying word by word: "Jing Mo, I will also guard you and wait for you innocently."
"Wait until the day you marry me openly."
"Okay." The man hugged her with a firm tone.
That night, Pei Jingmo coaxed Song Qingyin to sleep, and the man's warm big hand gently patted her back.
The room was warm and cozy, as if they had returned to the days when they first fell in love.
In the middle of the night, Song Qingyin noticed that the person next to her had fallen asleep, so she quietly picked up her phone and got up.
On the balcony, she called Han Wei.
"Han Wei, help me! That woman saw me!"
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The next day, country Y.
In the evening, Chen Shuhe and Wen Yu got off the plane exhausted.
Zheng Manman followed behind with her bag on her back.
"Shuhe, let's go back to the hotel and rest for a while." Wen Yu said while rubbing his sore neck.
Shen Shuhe: “Okay.”
An hour later, the few people who had finished taking a shower returned to the living room of the suite.
Wen Yu held the computer and verified the final details with the contact person.
A few minutes later she looked up at Shen Shuhe: “Shuhe, you need to be on stage at the Rurora brand show at 5 pm the day after tomorrow. This year’s venue will be on the banks of the Nero River.”
Wen Yu looked at the information on the screen: "And you know what's interesting this year is that it's held on a cruise ship."
"Hmm? Cruise ship?"
Chen Shuhe learned from Wen Yu a few days ago that the venue was in the Nero River, but she didn't know the details.
"Yes." Wen Yu nodded: "I heard that the Rurora brand wants to do something different this year, and in order to create topics and gimmicks, the specific information of the show has not been announced yet."
Hearing this, Shen Shuhe nodded: "It is indeed quite different."
"Okay, take a rest tonight, and I'll take you to the scene tomorrow."
"good."
The next morning, Chen Shuhe and Wen Yu rushed to the Nero River early.
The entire riverside was blocked and guarded by layers of people coming and going.
Not far away on the river bank, a huge cruise ship was docked.
The cruise ship is printed with the brand logo and is decorated in an extremely luxurious and grand manner.
After getting off the car, the show staff took Shen Shuhe and the others in, and after some communication, they started working.
The big show officially starts tomorrow afternoon, so we have to hurry up and rehearse.
For this show, she needs to wear three sets of clothes: a dress, a professional suit, and a casual outfit.
Shen Shuhe tried on the clothes one by one, during which time the costume designer and makeup artist were also adjusting her makeup and modifying the details of the clothes.
Just when Shen Shuhe changed into the second set of clothes, a voice not too loud or too soft suddenly sounded beside him.
"Really? Now anyone can walk on the international stage?"
"Don't you look at yourself? Can you wear Rurora's clothes?"
These words were spoken in the language of Country Y. Unfortunately, as she had been Pei's chief secretary, she happened to be fluent in it.
Wen Yu was communicating with the staff. The moment she raised her eyes, she saw several white-skinned models not far away looking at them from time to time.
And then he said something.
But the woman spoke too quickly and she didn't react for a moment.
Then he asked Shen Shuhe: "Are they talking about us?"
Wen Yu didn't want to guess like this, but several white people kept glancing at them, so she frowned.
Chen Shuhe pursed his lips and said "hmm". He didn't want to say more under the current circumstances, but another sentence came floating in the air.
"Shorty! Inferior!"
Wen Yu understood these two words, and anger rushed to his head almost instantly.
Although Shuhe is not as tall as them, she has a tall figure. With a net height of 1.74 meters and wearing high heels, she looks tall and slender.
How come I become a dwarf in their mouths? !
Wen Yu gritted his teeth and raised his leg to go over there.
Shen Shuhe quickly grabbed her and said, "Calm down."
She knew Wen Yu's personality. If she really wanted to seek justice, she would not give up until she got a reasonable result.
But this was not her home country, and she had already recognized those white faces; they were all famous models who had been in the modeling industry for many years.
It is almost impossible to ask them to apologize.
So it’s not the right time to speak.
"Wen Yu, there is no rush for revenge." Shen Shuhe reminded.
Hearing this, Wen Yu slowly calmed down. She noticed the eyes around her watching the fun.
There are already few Chinese faces in the international show arena, and these foreign faces are even more flamboyant and arrogant, and it is common to see them forming groups.
Shu He's words reminded her that if she went against them at this time, it would surely cause trouble for Shu He's debut.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.
Seeing this, Shen Shuhe patted her shoulder.
The day's training finally passed without any major incidents. During the training, several white models made some mocking remarks, but seeing that Shen Shuhe ignored them, they found it boring and stopped talking.
However, she deliberately called away Shen Shuhe's makeup artist in the middle of the show and asked her to change her makeup.
This caused Shen Shuhe's progress to be slower than others.
But she showed nothing on her face and waited quietly for the makeup artist to come back.
Seeing her like this, the white models gathered together and mocked her without any scruples: "This person is so good at pretending."
"Oh, her makeup isn't done yet, let's see how she's going to finish the catwalk tomorrow!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Shuhe secretly clenched his fists.
In the evening, because all departments were still discussing and perfecting various details, dinner was held backstage.
Several white models, who hadn't eaten yet, walked arm in arm towards the restroom.
Wen Yu in the corner noticed it, thought for a few seconds and followed.
After a while, a scream was heard from somewhere...
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