Actor, he climbed out of the crematorium

After Pei Ying's words fell, there was another long silence. It was so long that the bodyguards around him thought that he would not make any more moves.

But at this moment, the man suddenly got up from his seat, slowly put on a black rubber glove for the injured hand, and then walked downstairs like a slow-motion movie, every frame of expression on his face made people feel ashamed. People can see clearly and thoroughly.

Insidious and paranoid.

Do not distinguish between emotions and anger.

As if in an instant, he was that Pei Yingsheng who didn't care about anything again.

The sound of leather shoes falling on the ground sounded very quiet in the dark corridor, Pei Yingsheng brushed the edge of the black rubber gloves, and looked for Jiang Anyu's figure in the crowd unhurriedly.

When he saw him and Song Qingyuan surrounded by those directors in the center of the crowd, the man's brows raised unconsciously, and the turmoil in his eyes was hidden by his superb acting skills.

He tried all the ways to bring Jiang Anyu back, and Pei Yingsheng would not dare to think about Jiang Anyu without Jiang Anyu in the long decades of his life.

He used to always think that no matter what, Ah Yu must not hate him.But now that they have gone all the way to the dark, Jiang Anyu and him are not even strangers who met by chance. Every time he thinks of this, Pei Yingsheng will always suffocate uncontrollably.

Even if she hates him, she still misses him.

He was really at the end of his rope.

Pei Yingsheng's wry smile was not obvious, but the loneliness in his eyes could not be concealed.

He casually took the sour plum juice from the waiter's hand, leaned on the bar, and took a sip. It was cold, sweet and sour, and he thought that Ah Yu would like it.

Not far away came the sound of the group of people negotiating, Pei Yingsheng paused, his brows furrowed even tighter.

"Director Song, this young actor looks familiar to me, did you pick it specially?" Several young directors nearby who had a good relationship with Song Qingyuan could see Song Qingyuan's intentions for the young people beside him at a glance, so Smiling and clinking glasses with Song Qingyuan, "You have to mention something carefully."

Song Qingyuan smiled and said nothing, acquiescing to them boiling Jiang Anyu with warm water in such a teasing way.

However, Jiang Anyu didn't over-interpret their jargon, because no director had ever dared to say something like 'point up' in front of Pei Yingsheng, so he didn't know the other meaning of these words.

Those people seemed to have punched the soft cotton, but they became more energetic. They took champagne and stuffed it into Jiang Anyu's hand, "I think Director Song has a good eye. You're so young, you probably don't have much experience in love, right?"

Jiang Anyu's smile froze for a moment.

Not far away, Pei Yingsheng rubbed his fingertips against the edge of the cup with a cold expression. When he heard this question, his dark eyes finally had some uncontrollable reactions.

He was also curious about how Jiang Anyu would answer this difficult question.

Then at that moment, he saw the young man shaking his head and saying without blushing.

"No."

No?

The man's fingertips snapped, and the fine and continuous pain quickly surged up, and his thoughts were almost confused in an instant.

With just two words, Jiang Anyu denied the ten years between the two of them.

He can accept Jiang Anyu's saying that he doesn't love him, and he can also accept Jiang Anyu's saying that he once met a very bad person, but he just can't accept that he disappeared bit by bit in Jiang Anyu's heart, and finally becomes blank.

A feeling like Ling Chi overflowed from his heart, Pei Yingsheng finally couldn't sit still.

He couldn't accept that he had nothing to do with Jiang Anyu.

"Yes." Although Song Qingyuan was surprised by his answer, such a clear answer did confirm that Jiang Anyu had nothing to do with Pei Yingsheng, "We Xiaoyu are only in their twenties, how could it be..."

"How is it possible?"

The voice behind him was so familiar, Jiang Anyu was taken aback, his face paled instantly, his pupils trembled uncontrollably, and his back stiffened quickly.

"He is mine, what else do you want to ask?"

"Why don't I tell you?"

In the next second, the familiar cold woody fragrance from Pei Yingsheng's body came to the tip of his nose. The man leaned over, took away the cold champagne in his hand, and then put the sour plum juice in his hand into his palm.

Pei Yingsheng lowered his eyes, glanced at the age of this bottle of wine, and couldn't help laughing, "Twenty years old, not as old as this bottle of wine, what should I drink?"

A faint reprimand sounded in Jiang Anyu's ears. He really wanted to shrink himself up and hide himself so that no one could see him.

Jiang Anyu was still stiff all over, and with slight tremors, he could even feel the intolerance of Pei Yingsheng's teasing.Pei Yingsheng used such a teasing tone, as if the two of them had never had any conflicts.

That layer of hypocrisy was finally torn off by Pei Yingsheng, and Jiang Anyu curled up her fingertips unconsciously.He thought, Pei Yingsheng finally couldn't pretend anymore?

That's right, how could a person like Pei Yingsheng allow himself to stay low for so long.

The sweet and soft breath came from the side of his ear, and Pei Yingsheng couldn't help staying by his side for a while. He didn't know how Jiang Anyu would treat him when he was so close to Jiang Anyu, but he didn't care about that now. Jiang Anyu's heart had never been clean.

But after all, he was still apprehensive, Pei Yingsheng tasted it, and finally raised his head, with a big smile on the corner of his mouth.Looking at the same hypocritical group of people in front of him, the man said, "You know he's a child, what kind of wine are you drinking?"

The possessiveness in the man's eyes was too strong, he was like a wild wolf, showing his evil teeth, staring at all the people in front of him who coveted Jiang Anyu.

Who in the entire capital didn't know that Pei Yingsheng was a ruthless character, and those directors and producers who had been eloquent just now fell silent and found excuses to leave.

"We, Ayu, won't be participating in the opening banquet," Pei Yingsheng glanced at everyone present with a casual look, and finally fell on the person who spoke just now, "We, Ayu, are innocent and have ulterior motives everywhere..." yes.

Before he finished speaking, there was a 'pop', Pei Yingsheng turned his face sideways, the tip of his tongue pressed against his molars, and his left cheek was burning and painful.

The whole meeting place was interrupted by this slap. In an instant, everyone stopped talking and looked this way cautiously.

Jiang Anyu's palms were also burning hot, and his tightly clenched hands were turning purple.

He hated Pei Yingsheng for saying this very much. In the past, Pei Yingsheng used such a bad excuse to restrict his normal social interaction time and time again.

Said that there was a difference between him and Qin Mo's intimacy, that Song Qingyuan had ulterior motives, and that no one could compare to Pei Yingsheng.

But he believed it all.

When Pei Yingsheng didn't show up, everyone was fine. When he came, these people avoided the river like poisonous snakes and beasts.

Jiang Anyu raised his head and met the aggressive eyes of the man, almost provocatively, "Satisfied, are you?"

He made Pei Yingsheng lose face in front of so many people. A person who cares about face like Pei Yingsheng should hate him.He didn't want to be caught by Pei Yingsheng's pitiful appearance from time to time, and he didn't have another ten years to spend with Pei Yingsheng.

Pei Yingsheng twitched his mouth, ignored Jiang Anyu's struggle, and forcibly clasped Jiang Anyu's hand, placed it in his palm, and kneaded it carefully, "Satisfied."

Love him or hate him, whatever.

The only thing is that she can't leave him alone and leave him.

Pei Yingsheng didn't show any despair on his face, although the bloody smell in his mouth was almost overflowing, but he was always gentle, "Why are you dissatisfied?"

"Come on," the man couldn't hold back his stern expression, "Uncle, give me a massage."

"Pei Yingsheng!" Song Qingyuan looked at Jiang Anyu who was being held hostage by Pei Yingsheng, and suddenly felt that he looked like a lunatic, "What are you trying to do?"

Pei Yingsheng didn't bother to look at him, as if he was afraid that someone would run away, he only held Jiang Anyu's hand tightly.

Jiang Anyu frowned, trying to find the slightest bit of anger in Pei Yingsheng's expression, but the man in front of him looked down at him with a smile on his lips, as if he was holding a knife to Pei Yingsheng's heart right now. If he stabbed it down, he would be happy with it.

"If you're not happy, you can vent your anger on my uncle?" The man smiled lowly, obviously looking happy, but people couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad, "Yes. Ah Yu is happy, whatever you want, uncle will do."

Pei Yingsheng spoke to him in such a low voice, Jiang Anyu seemed to be strangled by him at the back of the neck, and the corners of his eyes were reddened by the man in front of him.

He thought, Pei Yingsheng always knew what kind of posture to use to hold him most easily.

But Jiang Anyu was tired of his trick.

The young man in front of him grabbed Pei Yingsheng's wrist with his backhand and bit the back of his hand fiercely, but the man in front of him still looked at him with a smile, and the doting in his eyes almost killed Jiang Anyu.

He doesn't seem to be in pain.

The man lowered his eyes, and he could see the hatred in Jiang Anyu's eyes.For a while, he didn't know whether he should be happy or not, at least, Jiang Anyu didn't treat him as a passerby.

"Go back with uncle," the man let him bite, but put his other hand on his back, patted gently, comforting the restless Jiang Anyu, "Uncle is gone."

He smiled wryly, "It's really not..." Zhe.

Before he could finish his sentence, the young man in front of him suddenly raised his head, the corner of his mouth was stained with blood from the back of his hand, which further made his complexion pale.

"Follow you, go back? So, this time, who is it?" Jiang Anyu looked at him, thinking who is the bargaining chip this time.

Is it Song Qingyuan or Cui Shu?

Pei Yingsheng was stunned at the corner of his mouth with a smile, but he couldn't utter the word "no one" on his lips, and the young man would only feel that he was more hypocritical if he said it.

Pei Yingsheng's fingertips that landed on the young man's back trembled slightly, and returned to normal after a while.He should have thought that Ah Yu would think this way, after all, he is such a despicable person.

"Xiao Yu, don't be confused by him," Song Qingyuan always knew what kind of person Pei Yingsheng was, "If he really wants to provoke, then let him come."

"You said no," Pei Ying slapped the back of Jiang Anyu's neck, "Uncle won't..." do those things.

But before he could finish his words, the young man had already broken free from his hand and walked towards the black Bentley at the door.

Pei Yingsheng looked at the empty palm, and watched the young man obediently climb into the passenger seat of the car as before.Only this time, the young man didn't look back, and didn't smile and say, 'Uncle, let's go'.

He should be happy to keep Jiang Anyu here.

Pei Yingsheng was in a trance, and stood there in a daze, but he couldn't be happy no matter what.

"Pei Yingsheng!" Song Qingyuan punched him on the corner of the mouth, the man grunted, took two steps back, and listened to the words of Song Qingyuan in front of him who scolded him as a beast.

"I thought you were going to let him go."

Pei Yingsheng wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

After a moment of silence, he finally raised his head and asked him hoarsely, "Have you never loved anyone?"

After saying that, he disdained to look at Song Qingyuan, and walked out of the venue in a state of embarrassment.

Those who have truly loved are not willing to let go.He is just accommodating, where is letting go.

When Pei Yingsheng got into the car, Jiang Anyu, who was in the co-driver, quickly opened the window and turned his face away. This way of refusing was too obvious, but Pei Yingsheng still forced the corners of his mouth and stuffed a cushion behind him, "Don't poke your head go out."

It was silent all the way.

When Pei Yingsheng got out of the car when he returned to Li Fengyuan, a cat ran out of the yard and lay down at Pei Yingsheng's feet.The man lowered his head, picked him up carefully, picked off the weeds on its head, made sure it was clean, then walked carefully to the passenger side, and handed it to Jiang Anyu through the window.

"It likes your smell."

"Try to hug it."

"Or give it a name," the man looked with some unconcealed expectation, "Is it done?"

Jiang Anyu opened the door silently and got out of the car, without even looking at the cat in Pei Yingsheng's arms.Only Pei Yingsheng was left in place, hugging the unknown cat, watching Jiang Anyu's back getting further and further away, and finally disappeared through the crack of the door.

Pei Yingsheng didn't dare to delay, put down the cat and hurriedly followed his steps.Jiang Anyu didn't eat much at night, he had to cook something, and he couldn't let the children go hungry.

The man put on an apron, and his tall and straight figure was circling around the kitchen, looking decent, but his eyes fell on a small group of figures on the sofa from time to time.

Under the dim light, Jiang Anyu sat on the sofa and read the script.

Pei Yingsheng washed his hands and turned on the headlight for him, "Don't read in the dark, it's not good for your eyes."

When the man casually pulled a blanket over him, Jiang Anyu saw the obvious tooth marks at the end of the blood-stained wound on the back of the man's hand.

Wound upon wound.

Jiang Anyu's eyes fell on his wound, and she flinched unconsciously.

"Don't sleep yet, after dinner..."

Seemingly aware of Jiang Anyu's gaze, Pei Yingsheng followed his gaze, paused unconsciously with his fingertips, and subconsciously wanted to hide the scarred hands, "It's too ugly, don't..." look.

"Are you, on purpose?" Jiang Anyu cut him off, and finally said the first sentence he had with Pei Yingsheng, "Pretend to be pity, do you think I'm easy to deceive?"

It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over Pei Yingsheng's head, drenching Pei Yingsheng thoroughly.

He never thought of using such a method to win Jiang Anyu's sympathy.

The dumplings in the pot made a 'gurgling' sound, which interrupted Pei Yingsheng's flustered thoughts, and he turned and left at a disorganized pace.

Pei Yingsheng took out a pair of brand new black rubber gloves from the cabinet of the sink and put them on to make sure the wounds were covered, then he took out the hot celery and meat dumplings from the pot and put them on the dining table.

"Eat first, okay?" Pei Yingsheng reconciled with the sauce, and looked eagerly at the young man on the sofa, "I made the dumplings yesterday. I learned from my aunt. He said that you like to eat them in the old house..."

The young man on the opposite side looked too indifferent, as if staying out of the matter, watching him talking to himself.

Pei Yingsheng's words came to an abrupt end.

He seemed to feel that he had talked too much, and also seemed to be afraid that Jiang Anyu would say that he was pretending to be affectionate at this time. Pei Yingsheng was rarely silent, but the moment the young man got up and came over, the light in his eyes flickered slightly.

"Try it?"

Jiang Anyu stood in front of him, looked down at the bowl of dumplings, the heat almost burned his eyes red, "Aunt Chen, I must, I didn't tell you, tell you,"

Before he finished speaking, Pei Yingsheng had already started to be afraid for no reason. He didn't know what else happened to Jiang Anyu.

"I don't like soup dumplings."

"And dipping, ingredients."

The dipping sauce and soup dumplings will only appear on New Year's Eve, because only on that night, Pei Yingsheng will have a complete time to accompany him from the end of the year to the new year.

No matter how annoying he is, on New Year's Eve, he will accompany Pei Yingsheng to eat a lot.

"Why do you always have to learn about me from other people's mouths?"

Looking at the back of the young man who turned and walked towards the guest room, Pei Yingsheng lowered his eyes, looked at the big bowl of steaming dumplings, like a child who made a mistake, his eyes blushed uncontrollably.

Why do you always have to learn about me from others.

Because when he wanted to start over, he had no chance.