Quick Wear: His Highness Qing Leng is about to be stuck again

"Knockknock..."

"Song Shizhi, open the door."

The doorknob turned, and a slightly decadent face appeared in front of her, and a strong smell of alcohol hit her in the face.

Yun Rong raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Song Shizhi.

There were some bruises on his face, but not much, and his body looked fine.

Song Shizhi was a little surprised to see Yun Rong. Oh, he didn’t attend her debate competition this afternoon.

"Come in." Song Shizhi said in a hoarse voice, and he moved aside.

Yun Rong walked in and Song Shizhi locked the door.

Just listen to a "click".

"What's wrong?" Yun Rong asked teasingly and touched his injured cheek.

"Hiss, be gentle."

Only then did he regain some of his popularity.

"It's because my dad's illegitimate son is so ignorant that he actually came to the company to make trouble." Song Shizhi said it directly without hiding anything.

"Then I beat him up." Song Shizhi handed Yunrong a bottle of juice.

"I just didn't expect that he would hit me in the face." For some reason, Yun Rong felt that his tone was aggrieved.

Yun Rong: "......"

"I don't want you to see me in this ugly state." It turned out that it was not an illusion.

Is he still ugly like this?

Song Shizhi lowered his head. His nose was high and his hair fell naturally to cover his dark and narrow eyes.

His eyelashes were not many but thick, with the tails raised. The purple spots on his face made him look even more rebellious.

"That's why you lock yourself in the room and ignore everyone." Yun Rong asked with gritted teeth.

"Not entirely." Song Shizhi leaned his head on Yun Rong's shoulder a little depressed.

His fingertips lifted her golden hair, spinning and tangling it.

He seems to find it very fun and never gets tired of it.

Yun Rong felt relieved when she heard him return to his lazy and carefree self.

She pushed Song Shizhi away, "What's wrong? You're still drinking."

Song Shizhi avoided the topic, "I just drank a little bit, why did you think of me today?"

He seemed very surprised. After all, he thought that if he didn't go, Yun Rong would just find it strange, but he didn't expect that she would come to find him.

Yunrong raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, "Where's your phone?"

"I fell..."

Yun Rong: "......"

"Actually...I, forget it."

Song Shizhi tried to explain. He rubbed his hair in annoyance, and his already messy hair now stood up even more.

It was the fact and he couldn't argue with it.

"Cheng Che sent you messages and called you but you didn't answer. He thought something happened to you."

"Oh." Song Shizhi was still not in a good mood.

Yun Rong put his hand on Song Shizhi's shoulder and patted him.

"Tell me, what's going on? Why is it so wrong?"

Unexpectedly, Song Shizhi pulled Yunrong over and possessed her completely, as if he wanted to merge her into his bones and blood.

His chin rested on her shoulder and his arm was strong around her waist.

The soft hair was blown by the wind, as if gently scratching the chin, bringing an ambiguous warmth.

Feeling the softness of the girl's body and the faint fragrance filling the air, Song Shizhi's Adam's apple rolled.

"Let me hold you for a while, I'll tell you right away." Song Shizhi's tone became serious rarely.

"Say it, I'll listen."

Yun Rong felt for some reason that Song Shizhi seemed particularly fragile at the moment, so she stopped struggling and spoke in a softer tone.

Song Shizhi's warm breath hit Yunrong's neck, causing a slight itch.

"My dad is going to send me to a fully closed militarized school, and I don't know when I can get out." The voice was cold and soft, with a lazy hoarseness.

"About a month ago. Today is the deadline." He rubbed Yunrong's neck.

"Yunrong, I don't object to going there, but I..." Song Shizhi's tone was inexplicably tinged with a hint of anger.

But before he could finish the rest of the words, Yun Rong pushed him away, and the casual look on Yun Rong's face no longer existed.

"Song Shizhi, your future is in your hands, not mine." There was a hint of coldness and alienation in his voice.

Song Shizhi's eyes paused, as if a little confused.

"Don't say anything to me. I can't bear to leave you. I am willing to give up my future for you." After a pause, she continued.

"Don't use this to hold me hostage. In my opinion, not only will it not move me, I even feel it is despicable."

Yunrong lifted a strand of her long hair in front of her chest and twirled it around her fingertips.

"I'm not one of those little girls who knows nothing. I'm the future heir of the Yun family, and my future partner must be as strong as me."

"do you understand?"

Song Shizhi's face was pale at this moment, and his teeth were biting his lips tightly.

"I'm sorry, Yunrong, I don't mean to morally blackmail you." His body trembled slightly.

"I just thought you liked that kind of gigolo, so I wanted to ask for some benefits at the end."

Yun Rong recalled what she had said casually in the car when she was skiing. She didn't expect that he actually remembered it.

But what are you thinking about when you want to ask for benefits?

"Don't be angry, okay? Don't leave me."

As he spoke, a faint red appeared in the corners of his eyes, and his lower eyelids were a little wet.

He tentatively took Yunrong's hand, and when he found that she did not refuse, he put her hand against his face.

Like a ferocious wolfhound handing the chain around his neck to his tamed master.

"I have decided to go. I talked to him about it this afternoon. I thought it would be quick, but I didn't expect to run into some trouble."

He rubbed Yunrong's hand and said, "I'm sorry, I won't say that again, please forgive me."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he would cry at any second.

"It won't happen again." Yun Rong's voice was still indifferent.

"I understand. I will come out soon and fight you on equal terms." He said while staring into Yun Rong's eyes.

"Yunrong, will you fall in love after I leave?"

Yun Rong paused, and her amber eyes turned, "Guess."

Song Shizhi lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding his expression. "Yunrong, I don't know."

"That depends on God's will. We'll talk when we meet the right person." Yun Rong had a smile on his face, as if he was also imagining the scene at that time.

Song Shizhi's deep voice carried a hint of laughter. "You really don't care about my life or death at all. I don't even want to be lied to."

Yun Rong raised her chin slightly, misinterpreting his meaning, "If I didn't care about your life or death, I wouldn't have come this afternoon."

"Actually, I'm very easy to fool." Song Shizhi just said this.