But Song Shengsheng has a problem, that is, she is very competitive and cares about face like Song Ming. When things develop to a certain point, no matter what, in order not to lose face, she will bite the bullet and take a chance.
She sat up and leaned towards Jiang Yiyu from the bed. She glanced at him, reached out to tug at his belt, lowered her head for a moment, and then withdrew her hand. She quickly stepped back, leaned her back against the head of the bed, and behaved obediently.
Jiang Yiyu sneered and sighed: "Satisfied?"
"It's okay, just about the same as in the biology textbook."
Jiang Yiyu frowned: "My dear, I think you are provoking me."
"If you think so, I can't help it. It's just the way it is. I don't understand why you have to hide it. It's just... it's not particularly ugly."
Jiang Yiyu's frown deepened, and he tilted his head. "You're speaking dangerously now. Speak softly. I advise you to control your words."
"I don't want to organize anymore. I'm not lying to you, I didn't see it clearly. How about you give me another chance?"
"You're provoking me again, Song Shengsheng. I have a brain too."
"Oh, sorry, you saw through my thoughts." Song Shengsheng said, and suddenly leaned closer and kissed him on the corner of his lips: "Don't be angry."
"I...I'm out of breath."
"Then take another look?"
Jiang Yiyu dodged to the side and said, "Little rascal, are you planning to use this method to stop me from going to the set later? Huh?"
"Ah!" Song Shengsheng covered her mouth exaggeratedly: "You found out! Jiang Yiyu, you are so smart!" She tugged at his belt lightly and teased him deliberately: "Jiang Yiyu, have you ever seen what a cooked prawn looks like? Your face is as red as it now."
"Be good." Jiang Yiyu held her wrist: "Stop it, please."
Song Shengsheng withdrew her hand and slowly curled up her fingers. She sighed and smiled: "I won't tease you anymore."
"real?"
"Well, I'm afraid if I tease you again, you'll start crying."
"I'm not crying."
"Really? Then I don't know who it is that keeps flirting with me? One moment, it's like, 'Good girl, don't leave me,' and the next, it's like, 'Good girl, I miss you so much.' Who is it?"
"Keep your voice down, didn't you say you wouldn't make any noise?" Jiang Yiyu felt helpless.
"Oh, I just regretted it for a moment." She pulled her hand away from Jiang Yiyu's palm: "I'll get the hair dryer and help you blow dry your hair."
"Um."
Jiang Yiyu watched Song Shengsheng get out of bed and trot into the bathroom. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly understood why Song Ming had said before that he was more afraid of Song Shengsheng than his parents.
Jiang Yiyu didn't understand before. He just thought Song Shengsheng was gentle and bright, and there was nothing to be afraid of. It wasn't until he got to know her so well that he finally understood that Song Shengsheng was not someone that ordinary people could afford to offend, because she seemed to have no weaknesses at all...
He raised his hand to smooth his hair back, smiled helplessly and sighed. He was really in trouble this time.
When Song Shengsheng came back with the hair dryer, Jiang Yiyu was already dressed. He was leaning against the head of the bed, half-lying lazily reading the script.
She plugged the hair dryer into the hidden socket behind the bedside table, adjusted the temperature, and blew it on the back of her hand. After confirming everything was correct, she called Jiang Yiyu over.
Jiang Yiyu put down the script in his hand, gently put his arms around her waist, closed his eyes, and let her blow dry his hair. From Song Shengsheng's point of view, he was very well-behaved.
One of the reasons why Song Shengsheng likes his current buzz cut is because it feels good to the touch, a little prickly, but inexplicably fluffy and cute.
His hair was short and it dried in a few blows with a hair dryer, but Song Shengsheng still used his power for personal gain and rubbed his head a few more times.
Jiang Yiyu smiled and buried his face in her arms. He didn't resist and just stayed there obediently, playing with her.
Song Shengsheng had enough fun, so she turned off the hair dryer, held his head again, bent down and kissed the top of his head. Jiang Yiyu raised his head and looked at her with a smile in his slightly red peach blossom eyes. Song Shengsheng kissed his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and finally the kiss fell on his lips: "Jiang Yiyu, you are so sweet."
Jiang Yiyu raised the corner of his lips: "Because you love me."
"Then can you come back early today?"
"Well, that depends on the arrangement."
"Okay, remember to think of me."
"I'm not leaving yet."
"Then kiss again." After saying that, Song Shengsheng kissed his lips again.
…
At 4:30 in the afternoon, Wen Jing pushed Jiang Yiyu out of the room in a wheelchair. After seeing Jiang Yiyu off, Song Shengsheng glanced at Song Ming, who was sprawled out on the sofa, grinning foolishly at his phone. "Brother, aren't you going home?"
"No." Song Ming said without raising his head.
"You don't have to go to work?"
"If you don't have to go to school, why should I work? Besides, have you ever heard that employees have a day off on May Day, so why should the boss have to go to work?"
"So you're planning on staying here forever? Don't you have a date with any beautiful woman? And your group of scoundrel friends haven't invited you to a party?"
Song Ming glanced at her and said, "My best friend just left the house and took my former lover with him."
"You don't still have feelings for Sister Wenjing, do you?"
Song Ming sneered: "My principle in life is never to look back."
"Oh." Song Shengsheng obviously didn't believe it.
She sat down on the single sofa nearby: "I heard from my mother last week that she seemed to be planning a blind date for you."
"Ignore her. I haven't had enough fun yet. I won't get married." Song Ming shook his phone proudly at Song Shengsheng: "Guess who this is?"
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