But he is not here.
Pei Zhiyu almost forgot that Qin Hezhou had just left to buy something for her.
Right now, there was nothing I could do but face it myself. "Uh... what is this for?"
The man holding the camera didn't say anything, but a path suddenly opened up in the crowd, and a tall man walked towards her.
He wore a friendly and official smile on his face and politely nodded to her in apology.
"Excuse me, we're recording a new variety show, and you just happened to be selected. Could you please help me complete a small task?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the gasps of air from behind him were heard again.
"Fuck, it's Song Jiashu!!!"
"I told him he would come to record today, but I didn't expect him to come to our store."
"That's right. Why wasn't I chosen to complete the task? I really like him!"
Song Jiashu...
The name sounds familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it.
But seeing how enthusiastic and crazy his fans are, he must be some famous celebrity idol or something.
Pei Zhiyu forced a helpless and awkward smile. It didn't feel good to be surrounded by so many people.
She refused bluntly: "No, I have something else to do."
Hearing her refusal, the fans behind Song Jiashu began to feel sorry for him, and even the shop assistant said that if she was given this opportunity, she would never refuse.
Pei Zhiyu had a terrible headache and just wanted to run away.
But Song Jiashu still refused to let her go, and pleaded pitifully: "Sister, I need your help to complete this mission. If I lose, my imprisoned teammates will not be able to escape."
"Could you please help me? It won't waste too much time."
“…”
At this moment, I wish Qin Hezhou were here.
If he were here, his aura would be able to intimidate these people, including Song Jiashu who was playing the victim.
But he was not there.
Pei Zhiyu's face showed that he wanted to escape and had no desire to live. The words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say them.
She had a strange feeling that if she said no again, those fans would rush over and skin her alive.
But looking at Song Jiashu who was rejected, he still had a gentle smile on his face and was not affected at all.
This is probably the skill that comes from being in front of the camera all year round.
She really couldn't do it. In the past, she was terrified of social events like cocktail parties, let alone doing things in front of dozens of people and under camera.
"Feel sorry."
Pei Zhiyu forced out two words and then prepared to turn around and leave immediately.
Song Jiashu pulled the man back and said, "That..."
He was about to say something else, and just as he uttered two words, a deep male voice came faintly.
"Take your hands off me."
The tone revealed the owner's dissatisfaction and uncontrollable anger.
Song Jiashu immediately withdrew his hand. He felt that if he let go, his hand might die.
He looked towards the source of the sound curiously, wondering who could have such a strong aura.
This is different from the fans who gave up their love for Song Jiashu to make his debut.
The low pressure emanating from Qin Hezhou made those people afraid to get close, and they had to retreat to a safe distance.
Perhaps the only person present who is not afraid right now is Pei Zhiyu.
The moment she heard Qin Hezhou's voice, she naturally breathed a sigh of relief and became excited. Her savior had finally arrived.
When he reached Pei Zhiyu, he quickly and decisively hid her behind him.
Isolate yourself from all probing gazes.
Her arms felt warm, and he stuffed the milk tea he had bought into her, inserted a straw for her, and warned her: "Be careful, it's hot, it's freshly made."
"Yeah." She just looked calm.
I was screaming in my heart, thinking that this man was so handsome.
Every time he stood in front of her, his tall and majestic figure seemed to be able to shield her from all dangers, giving her a full sense of security.
Pei Zhiyu was happy.
But Song Jiashu and his cameraman were in big trouble.
When Qin Hezhou turned around, his big hand reached out to the camera, completely covering the lens. "Stop filming, she doesn't want to."
Song Jiashu didn't dare to speak, but the cameraman was holding the camera, so he might be a little unhappy.
He suddenly asked back, "Why? Isn't it good enough to be able to show up on variety shows?"
"Heh." Qin Hezhou sneered with disdain.
The scene fell into an eerie silence, and everyone was waiting for his answer, including Pei Zhiyu.
After a pause, he spoke slowly and unhappily, "Because her husband, that is, me, will be jealous."
Song Jiashu: “…”
Cameraman & fans: “…”
Pei Zhiyu almost spit out the milk tea he had just drunk, spraying it all over him.
What kind of spoiled husband literature is this?
Wasn’t he the domineering boss he was promised to be, the intimidating one, the one who gave him a sense of security?
At the cemetery, she even doubted whether he was still bankrupt and that all those words were made up to lie to her.
Now it seems that he was not lying.
If rich young masters and domineering CEOs were like this, it would really be disillusioning.
It was so awkward that in the end, Song Jiashu was the first to speak up to smooth things over. He coughed twice, maintained his artist's dignity, and apologized to Qin Hezhou and Pei Zhiyu.
Then he was surrounded by his fans and left.
Pei Zhiyu finally felt relieved, but he didn't feel like continuing shopping.
After paying for the four-piece set, the two prepared to leave.
In the elevator.
Seeing that Qin Hezhou still looked unhappy, Pei Zhiyu smiled knowingly, moved the milk tea to his left hand, and placed the warm palm of his right hand on it.
She slowly pried open his clenched fist, then intertwined her fingers with his.
Facing the look Qin Hezhou gave her, she didn't shy away from it and looked back with bright eyes, "Why, can't you comfort my jealous husband?"
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