Although she said so, Song Shengsheng still felt somewhat uneasy about the interactions between Jiang Yiyu and Jin Beisheng.
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At the beginning of September, Song Shengsheng was about to start school, and Jiang Yiyu also began to read the script that Wen Jing had helped him screen and handed over.
He asked Song Shengsheng what role he wanted to see him play this time. Song Shengsheng flipped through the script at hand and said, "It depends on what role you like. After all, once you choose, you are the one who will invest your emotions for several months."
Jiang Yiyu lazily lay on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, sighed deeply, and said, "If possible, I don't want to go to work at all."
"If you don't go to work, we'll both be left with nothing." Song Shengsheng stood up, walked over to him and sat down, pinching his chin with a smile.
Jiang Yiyu held her wrist, brought her hand to his lips and kissed it: "Didn't you say you could support me? Why are you going to starve again?"
"Of course I can afford to support you. I'm just worried that you'll stay around me doing nothing all the time and get bored after a while."
"Are you annoying me? Or am I annoying you?"
"I'm afraid you'll bother me." Song Shengsheng leaned over his chest and kissed his chin: "You don't like these scripts?"
Jiang Yiyu hummed, "Nothing new here, all the roles are similar. I feel like my acting range has been limited."
"So you don't want to take on these roles?"
"Well, I don't really want to take it. I've been seamlessly joining crews in the first half of the year, and I haven't had any free time in the last year either. I'm really tired. Counting the past three years, I've only had a break at home in the last two months. I've always had some work here and there, so it's not like I've really had a good rest."
"Want to take it easy?"
"Yeah, take it easy, rest for half a year, and spend some time with you, and take care of those annoying household chores." He gently twirled a strand of Song Shengsheng's long hair that fell on his chest: "Dear, I'm really tired."
"Then don't answer any of them. Just rest at home."
"Really? You won't bother me?"
Song Shengsheng raised her eyebrows slightly and teased him deliberately: "It's time to be annoyed, then you still have to be annoyed."
Jiang Yiyu tutted and lightly brushed the side of her neck with the end of her hair, causing Song Shengsheng to flinch with laughter: "Don't make trouble."
"Honestly, I'll be at home for half a year, so please don't bother me."
"It depends on your performance."
Jiang Yiyu was amused by her: "How can this thing judge my performance? I always thought I performed well."
"Don't be jealous. Don't send me 800 WeChat messages a day. Go out when you need to go out. Socialize when you need to socialize. Don't always be around me. Have a life of your own and give me more fresh ideas. And one more thing, stop arguing with my brother all the time."
"Who had a fight with him? He's been running around all day to avoid the blind date your mom arranged for him. He's in Beijing today, but who knows where he'll be tomorrow. Last week, when I went home, your mom pulled me aside and asked where Song Ming was. I didn't know how to answer. If I said I didn't know, it would seem like I was covering up for him. If I said I did know, I really didn't know, which would be difficult."
Jiang Yiyu moved sideways towards the inside of the sofa, and Song Shengsheng lay in his arms, leaning her head against his. "He and Sister Wenjing, are they no longer in touch?"
"I don't know. Wen Jing always talks to me about work and doesn't like to talk to me about personal matters. She recently signed two young men in their early twenties and is busy finding jobs for them. She can't even take care of me, so how can she care about Song Ming?"
"Early twenties? Handsome?"
Jiang Yiyu frowned and looked down at her: "What are you focusing on? Does being handsome have anything to do with you? The most handsome guy is right next to you!"
Song Shengsheng glanced at him and curled her lips: "The novelty has worn off. It's just like this, just average."
Jiang Yiyu leaned on the back of the sofa, half sat up, and stared at her unhappily: "I'll give you a chance, talk nicely."
Song Shengsheng made a face at him, then repeated with a smile: "Normally."
Jiang Yiyu was so angry that he laughed. He lightly poked the side of Song Shengsheng's face with the tip of his tongue, and then before Song Shengsheng could react, he moved forward and pressed her under him.
Song Shengsheng put her arms around his neck, smiled and kissed the corner of his lips: "Looking at it this way, he seems okay, with a nose and eyes, and looks like a human being."
"Speak nicely, or I'll be rude to you."
Song Shengsheng blinked, pecked him on the lips, and pretended to think seriously: "They are definitely not as good at kissing as you." After that, adhering to the principle of not taking advantage of an opportunity, she kissed Jiang Yiyu again and rubbed her nose against his.
Jiang Yiyu pursed his lips, and a blush gradually appeared on his face. He sighed helplessly, buried his face in Song Shengsheng's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice with some grievance: "Song Shengsheng, I must be pissed off to death by you one day."
Song Shengsheng touched his head and felt that Jiang Yiyu really looked like a big dog, especially when he was acting coquettishly at this moment, he looked particularly cute.
She pinched his earlobe, Jiang Yiyu raised his slightly red eyes to look at her, and then bit her neck.
Song Shengsheng reluctantly let him do what he wanted.
Jiang Yiyu was also rude, and he was retaliating and possessing her the whole time, wishing he could tear her apart and eat her.
But this person's sense of contrast is always strongest after the fact.
When the passion was at its peak, he had a strong desire to control, and Song Shengsheng could only let him control her. But every time after they were over, he would hug her, sometimes throwing himself into her arms, leaning close to her ear, and asking her lazily, contentedly, and cautiously if she was unhappy, if he had done anything wrong, and if she felt the happiness brought by him.
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