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On the way back, I was in a bad mood. Generally speaking, I don't like to talk when I'm in a bad mood, and Song Yu is actually a taciturn person, so the two of us were silent all the way.
The two girls from a nearby school broke the silence. They looked about 15 or 16 years old and were very cute. When they saw me, they happily rushed forward.
"You must be Sister Hu Ling, right? I really like the role of Zi Xuan played by you..." Zi Xuan is the name of the supporting actress in the recent hit drama "Love in X Day".
I was a little surprised. Shouldn't most people love the heroine who radiates the aura of a saintly figure
The two girls were still chattering about the plot, "Ah, I hate that saintly heroine the most... She's ugly and she occupies and implicates our hero... Sister Hu Ling, please be ruthless in torturing the heroine, don't be polite... By the way, Sister Hu Ling, can you sign your name for us..."
I know I seem to be focusing on the wrong thing.
So, I smiled and shook my head: "I'm sorry, I'm not Hu Ling. It's just that she looks a bit like me."
Please note my expression, it is Hu Ling who looks like me, not me who looks like Hu Ling. I know that the reason why Hu Ling was praised by Zhuo Yang is probably because of her face. As usual, it is Hu Ling who benefits from this face, not me.
Sure enough, when I said this, the two girls immediately dropped their shoulders in disappointment.
One said: "Oh, it's not Sister Hu Ling, how annoying, why does she look like our Sister Hu Ling..."
Another one said: "Yes, yes, I just wanted to say this, this woman is so ugly, how could she be our sister Hu Ling..."
I:"… "
I took two deep breaths, and my logic told me that I shouldn't bother with this brainless fan. I should know who to offend and not offend the powerful brainless fan.
However, a crazy fan looked up and finally saw Song Yu, who had been keeping his head down, not saying a word, but just constantly pressing down the brim of his hat with his hands.
Oh no. I thought to myself, I am the fake Hu Ling, but Song Yu is the real star.
My mind was in a mess, and sure enough, the brainless fan had narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"Brother... you look a bit like the little prince... ah... ah... the little prince who is the best match for our sister Hu Ling... Brother, can I see what you look like..."
As he spoke, the crazy fan came closer and bent down to get a better look at Song Yu's appearance.
My mind suddenly skipped a beat. Song Yu must not be discovered, so when I came to my senses, I had already pulled Song Yu and ran away quickly.
huff huff huff…
I was standing on the street corner, holding my waist and gasping for breath.
Song Yu’s advantage is indeed his youth. I am old and out of breath from running, but he is fine.
He pulled the brim of his hat and glanced at me, "Why are you running... They didn't recognize me, and you'll be exposed if you run..."
What you mean is that you are blaming me for dragging him into this
God knows, I ran away to keep his identity secret. He really didn't know how to appreciate kindness.
My breathing slowly subsided, and I put my hands on my hips with an expression that said "the prince doesn't understand love."
"You know nothing! These brainless fans are the most terrifying, or do you want to be watched by others?"
Song Yu is indeed a proud little prince, totally different from the cute and adorable lover in the public's eyes.
Frowning deeply, he glanced towards the corner of the street with disgust.
"Forget it, let's go back."
I fully agree.
"Those two guys just now were really blind. They actually thought you looked like Hu Ling." Song Yu muttered as he walked.
I raised my fist and said, "Please use more precise words. It's true that she looks like me..." After saying that, I still felt a little guilty.
In fact, I understand very well that we don’t look like each other, we just look like someone else.
Strictly speaking, we are all stand-ins.
I felt a little sad, and Song Yu also felt it.
He wiped his nose, turned his eyes away awkwardly, and after a long while he uttered a word.
"Well... you don't have to be discouraged... at least... at least, you are less coquettish than Hu Ling... more serious..."
“…” Thank you. I really can’t afford this compliment.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Song Yu said something more, "Actually... Actually, I also think that Brother Zhuoyang doesn't like Hu Ling very much... That... Don't mind it... Although... Although he doesn't like you either..."
"..." I really want to thank him. Can't he just shut up? Or are these people used to rubbing salt into other people's bloody wounds? Asshole boy!
The only thing I’m thankful for now is that Zhuo Yang and Hu Ling can’t influence me too much.
When I woke up the next day, I was a lively fish again.
However, after knowing that Song Yu and I lived together, Hu Ling actually came over.
I was extremely disgusted, but I couldn't stop her. I could only watch her swagger past me to find Song Yu.
However, before I could call Wen Li, I heard some noise upstairs.
First there was the sound of a woman cursing, then there was the sound of a table slamming, and finally everything returned to calm.
There won't be a world war, will there
I was just about to go upstairs when I saw Song Yu with a dark face, holding Hu Ling, who also had a grim look on her face.
Seeing me, Song Yu's expression softened slightly, but his tone was still not very good, "Why did you let this garbage in?"
Before I could answer, Song Yu had already let go and threw Hu Ling down the stairs like he was throwing away garbage.
I was really dumbfounded.
Although I know that Song Yu hates Hu Ling, Song Yu is a man after all. Don't most men treat women with pity? This is the first time I have seen someone treat a public beauty so rudely.
I have to say, I feel more and more like a die-hard fan of Song Yu.
Hu Ling was thrown down by Song Yu, and it seemed that her round butt was injured, but she still maintained her arrogant and cold look, and limped past me.
I wanted to laugh, and finally I actually laughed out loud.
"Hahaha… "
Hu Ling glared at me angrily, said "Just wait and see!" and walked away.
I was so happy that I didn't care what she said at this time. I even stretched out my legs carefully when she passed by me.
then-
With a thud, Hu Ling fell flat on his face.
Hahahaha—I raised my hands innocently, indicating that this had nothing to do with me.
Hu Ling's eyes were red and she seemed very aggrieved, but for some reason, she didn't say or do anything. She just walked out angrily.
I was a little curious why she didn't fight back at all.
The next day, I saw the news in the newspaper that Hu Ling's eyes were red because she was suspected of being secretly photographed. I couldn't help but curse. It turned out that this was Hu Ling's idea.
However, thanks to him, Song Yu's residence was also exposed.
As soon as the news came out, countless paparazzi came to the fitness center. Song Yu happened to be coming down from upstairs lazily, with me following him.
So the paparazzi went wild.
"Oscar, may I ask if your breakup with Miss Hu Ling has anything to do with the lady next to you?"
"Excuse me, are you really going to reject Hu Ling for this lady?"
Along with those competing questions came the sound of cameras clicking. To be honest, I was frightened again. I clearly heard Song Yu curse "shit" and then I felt like I was being embraced by a warm embrace.
It was Song Yu, he ran into the room with me.
After returning to the room, Song Yu quickly let go of me, picked up the phone and started cursing.
I guess he was very angry.
After a while, he finished his call and turned around to look at me in a daze.
"Someone will come to pick us up later, just follow me, don't be afraid... I will take care of this matter..." I heard Song Yu cursing Hu Ling's ancestors three hundred times again.
Song Yu's team was indeed very efficient. About ten minutes later, Song Yu's phone rang.
"Let's go..." Song Yu pulled me and prepared to go out, but as soon as we opened the door, the flashing spotlights started to sound again.
Song Yu turned back and paced back and forth in the room like a trapped beast.
Finally, he walked to the window and smiled.
I followed him over, and when I saw Song Yu's confident look, my heart started pounding.
"You're crazy, this is the second floor."
"Just follow me, don't be afraid."
"I'm scared, bastard..." But before I could finish my words, Song Yu had already jumped down flexibly.
Me: “…” Asshole! Please ask for my opinion, okay! OK! OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Moreover, Song Yu had no reaction after he jumped down.
After that plop, there was no sound at all.
Everything was quiet, and I conjured up a few images in my mind.
a. Song Yu jumped down, headfirst to the ground, his brain was torn apart, his skull was shattered, and he died.
b. Song Yu jumped down and was torn into pieces by the paparazzi. He still died.
c. Song Yu jumped down and was attacked by a group of female fans. He died in the end.
…
Imagining things is such a scary thing. The more I thought about it, the worse it got. I couldn’t help but lean over the window and scream.
"Song Yu, Song Yu, are you okay?"
There's a big convertible underneath, which now blocks my view, but it's not so quiet that there's no sound at all.
I shouted anxiously a few more times. Could something really have happened to Song Yu
"Song Yu... Song Yu... Are you okay... Are you still alive... If you are alive, please let me know..."
Thank God, there was finally some sound from below.
I was crying with joy and didn't pay attention to the voice. It actually didn't sound like Song Yu at all.
He said to me from below: "Jump down, don't be afraid, I will catch you."