Xie Shizhu quickly reviewed the original owner's story. In the early stage, she had a sponsor who doted on her. Later, because of Jiang Jing, she directly cuckolded the sponsor.
But the other person's eyes and tone are completely different from the doting ones in the plot.
Xie Shizhu stood up and walked in front of him, then threw herself into Song Xiuyun's arms again. She raised her head from his hard, cold chest and said coquettishly, "No, I have an announcement tomorrow. If I leave any traces, people will use it to make a fuss."
Song Xiujun lowered his eyes. The woman's deer-like eyes were smiling, her pink lips were slightly raised, her small face was the size of a palm, and her skin was fair and delicate.
He pushed Xie Shizhu away with both hands, bent down, held her hips, lifted her up, carried her thin body to the Simmons bed, and threw her over.
Xie Shizhu's back hit the soft mattress, bouncing a few times. Then, Song Xiuyun's slender legs rested on her knees. He said with his eyes slightly closed, "I just heard the nanny say that you hid in the bathroom, crying for a long time with a magazine in your hand. What happened? Did your sweetheart break your heart?"
She was stunned and confused as to how Song Xiujun knew about this.
Xie Shizhu stretched out her hand to hook his neck, blinked her eyes, and deliberately lowered her voice to a delicate tone: "No way, there is only brother in my heart."
Hearing this sweet voice, Xie Shizhu couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.
The system said "Huh" in disgust: [You idiot, look at the sword!]
Song Xiujun's eyes suddenly darkened, and he pursed his thin lips. He stood up from her, reached out to pick up the magazine by her ear, glanced at the cover with a heavy gaze, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Xie Shizhu kicked off his slippers, curled up in the quilt, stuck his head out, and stared at Song Xiuyun with his sparkling eyes.
Song Xiuyun put the magazine on the bedside table, got up and went to the bathroom in the house. Hearing the sound of water, Xie Shizhu breathed a sigh of relief.
A moment later, Song Xiuyun's suit had been replaced by a white bathrobe. The collar was slightly open, and the well-defined muscle lines could be vaguely seen.
He glanced at the woman lying on the bed playing with her phone, frowned slightly, and stretched out his long arm to pull the white phone from her hand: "Didn't you say you have an announcement tomorrow? Why don't you go to bed early?"
Xie Shizhu raised his lips and smiled, sitting up slightly from the bed, opening his arms to hug Song Xiuyun's waist, rubbing his furry head against his abdomen, "Hey, tomorrow is the weekend anyway, and you don't have to go to the company, so just take me there."
Noticing the changes in the man's body, Xie Shizhu opened his innocent eyes wide.
Song Xiujun took a deep breath and spoke in a low, somewhat casual voice, "I think we need to sort out our relationship. I'm your financial sponsor, not your boyfriend."
Xie Shizhu was stunned, and slowly let go of his waist with his hands, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, "Yeah."
Song Xiuyun's cold eyes flickered. He glanced at her and turned off the only desk lamp left in the room.
Xie Shizhu shrank back into the quilt, and then the empty space beside him sank a little, and the man's woody perfume entered Xie Shizhu's nose.
Song Xiuyun turned sideways, his back facing her, staring at the slightly fluttering curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes as deep as black wells.
Xie Shizhu moved closer to him, and like before, he put his cheek against his back like a cat and fell into a deep sleep.
The system hurriedly checked the plot and said in surprise: [Oh no, that's not right. Wasn't Song Xiujun quite fond of Xie Shizhu earlier? It seems like they were just bedmates.]
Xie Shizhu said, "If you ask me, who should I ask?"
system:【……】
The next day.
Song Xiujun was sitting in the passenger seat waiting for her, he was on the phone, it seemed to be about company matters, his tone was a little impatient, his eyes sank slightly after he saw Xie Shizhu gradually approaching the car door, and he hung up the phone.
Xie Shizhu opened the car door and found him sitting in the passenger seat. He was a little surprised and complained, "Huh, didn't I tell you last time that the passenger seat can only be left to me?"
As soon as the words fell, the special assistant in the driving seat was quite embarrassed, "Ms. Xie, I will take you to the scene on behalf of Mr. Song."
Xie Shizhu pouted, glanced at Song Xiuyun, and started to act like a spoiled brat. He slammed the car door, walked around to the back seat, opened it, and bent down to sit down.
After getting in the car, the special assistant looked at Song Xiuyun cautiously.
Song Xiujun pinched his brows and said, "Open it."
"Okay, Mr. Song."
Xie Shizhu's cell phone, which was in her bag, rang. As soon as she picked up the call, her agent's voice spread throughout the car.
"Where have you been? Jiang Jing and Tong Xi are already here at the new drama press conference today. Haven't you seen Jiang Jing in that couture suit? He's so handsome! I was drooling over him," the agent said, growing increasingly excited. "You better behave yourself. Last time you were interviewed, you got slammed by those marketing accounts. Even if we like him as much as we do, you have to be more restrained. When people ask you about your ideal partner, you say Jiang Jing without even a second thought."
Xie Shizhu: “…”
"Why aren't you talking?" the agent muttered. "You took this show for zero pay, and Lucy has scolded me in meetings several times."
The special assistant's fingers gripping the steering wheel froze. He glanced at Song Xiuyun from the corner of his eye and found that Mr. Song's expression was getting colder and colder. He quickly shifted his gaze to the road conditions.
The car was extremely quiet, with only the sound of cars whizzing past outside.
When the agent thought Xie Shizhu was still sleeping in and was about to scold him, he heard a man's slightly low voice coming into the phone.
"Xie Shizhu, why don't you answer your agent?"
Xie Shizhu smiled awkwardly and replied to his agent, "I'm in the car, I'll be there soon."
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