Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 793: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (6)

The pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with some kind of floral scent tugged at the edge of consciousness.

Xiao Yuesheng's eyelids felt like they were filled with lead and her ears were buzzing as if countless people were arguing.

She tried hard to lift her fingers, but only felt a piercing pain spreading from her fingertips to her whole body.

"Little rabbit?"

The familiar voice made her eyelashes tremble violently.

Shen Zhirang's face gradually became clear in his sight - there was a thick dark spot under his eyes, his hair was messy and sticking up, and his white shirt was wrinkled like a rag. This miserable look was unprecedented.

"I...how..." Her throat was so dry that it felt like smoking, and every word felt like it was cut by a knife.

Shen Zhirang immediately brought warm water, his shining eyes reflected on the edge of the glass: "Someone dumped you at the hospital entrance."

He gently brushed his fingertips across her bandaged forehead, "But I know rabbits hate hospitals the most, so..."

Xiao Yuesheng suddenly started coughing violently.

He wasn't choked by the water, but was disgusted by Shen Zhirang's expression at the moment.

He tilted his head slightly, with the corners of his mouth raised, like a child waiting for praise.

She clutched the corner of the quilt tightly and forced herself to smile: "It turned out that it was my brother who saved me."

The wound under the gauze was throbbing.

She recalled the last scene she saw before she fell into a coma.

How is that little kid with scars all over his body doing now?

"What are you thinking about?" Shen Zhirang suddenly leaned closer, and his warm breath sprayed on her ear.

"I..." Xiao Yuesheng's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly an idea came to her mind, "I'm so bored at home..."

She timidly grabbed Shen Zhirang's sleeve and asked, "Can I... go act?"

"acting?"

Shen Zhirang raised his eyebrows, this word was obviously beyond his understanding.

"That's it..." Xiao Yuesheng gestured and deliberately spoke incoherently, "Wear beautiful clothes and imitate the way adults talk... When I learn it, I will perform it for my brother every day."

Shen Zhirang's eyes suddenly lit up.

He hugged her tightly, so hard that her wound hurt: "Okay! I'll go when the rabbit is healed!"

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and said in a muffled voice, "My rabbit finally asks for something..."

Little Yuesheng let him hold her, her eyes falling on the fruit knife on the bedside table.

The sunlight reflected from the blade pierced into my eyes. I wanted to take it away so badly that I stabbed him to death.

"Thank you, brother." She said sweetly, her fingers quietly clenching the sheets.

This time the smile was genuine.

But it was not because she could act, but because she suddenly realized that she had to be like that boy and first learn to disguise herself and then wait for the right opportunity to act.

If she directly asked to learn martial arts, she would definitely be rejected. After learning the skills from the martial arts actors, she would use the "rules of the game" taught by Shen Zhirang to end this nightmare with her own hands.

Kill him, then commit suicide to find mom and dad.

Outside the window, the early summer breeze blows through the treetops.

A young leaf fell on the windowsill, with traces of last night's rain still between the veins, like undried blood stains.

Eleven years later.

The corridor on the tenth floor of Yuncheng's most high-end "Yundian" club is covered with dark-patterned carpets, which make no sound when stepped on by high heels.

Song Yuesheng stopped in front of the door of box 1009, his chest heaving violently, and a few strands of curly hair stuck to his neck by sweat.

"Three, two, one, Action!"

She recited the lines softly, her fingertips pausing on the door handle for three seconds.

When the coolness of the metal penetrated her skin, the corners of her mouth had already raised into a perfect arc, and the indifference in her eyes was replaced by tenderness.

At the end of the corridor, someone squinted and watched the whole process of the girl's face changing.

"Lao Lu?"

"I saw an interesting person. Can you guys help me..."

the other side.

The box was filled with smoke.

Song Yuesheng looked around timidly, and his eyes finally fell on the shadow in the corner - Shen Zhirang was tasting wine alone, his slender fingers resting on the crystal glass, and the light cast a layer of cold light on his well-defined profile.

He was wearing a dark-patterned shirt today, with a slightly open collar, revealing his sharply defined collarbone.

"Brother, why are you alone?" She trotted over, her skirt fluttering like a fluttering white butterfly.

His arm was suddenly grabbed, and Shen Zhirang's body stiffened for a moment.

No one dared to touch him like this except the rabbits he raised himself.

When she turned her head, the girl smiled at him with her face tilted up, her fangs faintly visible between her lips.

"Why are you sweating?" He frowned and rubbed her smooth forehead with his fingertips.

"I'm shopping with my friends." Song Yuesheng let him move, her eyelashes fluttering, "I came here as soon as I received my brother's call."

Ever since Shen Zhirang started high school, he had called her to such occasions every other day, no matter how late it was or whether her homework was delayed.

It is said that rabbits have seen a lot of fame and fortune, so they will not be kidnapped by bad people in the future.

But is there anyone in the world more hateful than him?

Over the years, Song Yuesheng had long realized that she was just a pet to him, who could be called upon at any time and was not allowed to have any ideas of her own.

The Shen family is so powerful in Yuncheng that it is extremely difficult to kill him.

But recently...

"Which university do you plan to apply to, Xiaosheng?" Mr. Zhou came over with a wine glass in hand, his eyes lingering on her bare shoulders and neck.

Just as Song Yuesheng was about to answer, she suddenly cried out in pain - Shen Zhirang suddenly increased the force with which he wiped the sweat off his face.

She looked up blankly and met his sinister gaze.

"They are all wolves in human skin. Don't pay any attention to them, or you will be left with nothing."

"But my brother said..." She blinked innocently, "You should be nice to your friends too..."

Her eyes are clear.

What he said was true, but Shen Zhirang felt inexplicably annoyed.

He said sullenly, "Go home! Right now! Don't talk to anyone except me from now on."

"Okay brother."

Shen Zhirang looked at her and saw that even her smile was just right, without a single unnecessary tinge. He became even more annoyed than before and kept drinking glass after glass of wine.

Song Yuesheng nodded obediently, then turned away timidly.

The moment she closed the door, the smile on her face instantly disappeared. She rubbed her stiff cheeks and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

It’s really not in vain that I’ve been working on the crew for so many years.

But the way he looked at her...

Song Yuesheng rubbed her arms unconsciously. That possessive look made her feel uncomfortable all over, as if she was a prey being stared at by a poisonous snake.

She took out her cell phone and sent a message to the crew, saying that she would go there in a few days.

The elevator was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.

Song Yuesheng was just lowering her head to adjust the hem of her skirt when suddenly a burst of hurried footsteps approached from afar.

She looked up alertly and saw a man in a white shirt staggering towards her, an unnatural blush on his handsome face.

"help me……"

As soon as the man's hoarse voice fell, he fell heavily on her.

Song Yuesheng was caught off guard and his back hit the wall with a bang.

The man's hot body temperature could be felt through the thin clothing, mixed with a faint scent of wine and some kind of refreshing cologne.

"Did you see that? Where did that kid go?"

"Find quickly!"

"It seems to be coming this way!"

The chaotic footsteps are getting closer and closer.

Song Yuesheng felt the man in her arms bury himself in her neck again, his hot breath spraying on her collarbone: "Don't... tell them..."

His voice was drunken, but it inexplicably made people's hearts tremble.

Three or five men rushed out from the corner. The leader saw them and his eyes lit up: "Miss, have you and your boyfriend seen a man in his twenties? He is very tall and speaks in a very annoying way."

"Yes," the person next to him added, "It's that kind of...particularly mean look."