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Chapter 103 Ghost Stories

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When He Zhiyao took her leftover dishes downstairs, Qin Shuang went to the bathroom to wash up.

While brushing her teeth, Qin Shuang couldn't help but hear He Zhiyao's threatening words just now in Qin Shuang's mind.

There is no divorce, only widowhood.

It is better to die than to live.

For the first time, she knew that it was better to live than to die, and to be able to use it like this.

only……

What does he mean?
No divorce?
Don't plan to divorce her?
Qin Shuang was suddenly taken aback by his own thoughts. Is He Zhiyao crazy, or is she crazy?
Or did she go crazy with He Zhiyao?
How could He Zhiyao not plan to divorce her?

Are you kidding me?
She would rather believe that she might be crazy than believe that He Zhiyao would not plan to divorce her.

She was just a shield for He Zhiyao not wanting to get married. When He Zhiyao got what he wanted, how could he keep her as a shield?

Qin Shuang found it impossible even thinking about it with her toes.

But what did He Zhiyao mean by those words just now?
Qin Shuang had a headache.

She cleaned herself up in a daze, took another shower, put on her pajamas, and then slowly returned to the bedroom.

He Zhiyao was leaning against the bed and looking at his phone, Qin Shuang didn't dare to look at him, and carefully walked around to the other side of the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt and climbed onto the bed, and shrank back to the side of the bed with all his strength.

He Zhiyao glanced at her blankly: "Move it any further and it will fall."

Qin Shuang froze and didn't dare to move.

He Zhiyao reached out and pulled her back from the bed into his arms, and ordered, "Hold her."

Qin Shuang froze for a few seconds, then stretched out her arm resignedly, and put it gently on his waist.

The temperature of his skin was all under the palm, and she was extremely uncomfortable due to the heat, so she could only bite the bullet and shrink her body stiffly, without moving, she closed her eyes tightly, and counted the stars frantically in her mind.

He Zhiyao saw her stiffly pretending to be asleep, and lightly pulled the corner of her lower lip.

Now that I know I am afraid, what did I do earlier?
He shouldn't be soft-hearted towards her. She is so used to lawlessness that she can even talk about divorce.

He had to lose his temper to be obedient.

Qin Shuang just huddled in He Zhiyao's arms, while listening to him playing with his mobile phone, while enduring his hand to stroke her long hair one by one.

Then, at some point, she fell asleep just like that.

When I woke up, it was already bright outside.

Qin Shuang moved her body and felt that her waist was being tightly grasped. She couldn't help turning her head to look at He Zhiyao.

He Zhiyao hasn't woken up yet.

Qin Shuang was silent for a moment, and began to move rustlingly, trying to get out of He Zhiyao's arms. After going on like this for about two or three minutes, He Zhiyao opened his eyes.

"What are you fussing about so early in the morning?" He Zhiyao frowned lightly, and glanced at her.

Qin Shuang froze, and whispered, "I, I have something to do in the morning."

"Ask for leave." He Zhiyao replied without doubt.

Qin Shuang: ...

When on earth will she get rid of this tyrant.

Qin Shuang, who just provoked him last night and still doesn't know what He Zhiyao was up to last night, is very timid at the moment, not daring to touch the tyrant's scales at all, and said pitifully: "I, I'm going to leave wash in your own room and won’t disturb your sleep.”

In fact, she just peeked at the time, and it was already 8:[-].

But she dared not say it.

He Zhiyao's eyes darkened, his arms clasped Qin Shuang's waist, and he lowered his head and threatened, "If you want to do something else early in the morning, I'll let you go out."

Qin Shuang, Qin Shuang didn't know if she was influenced by him, but she understood what he meant in seconds.

Her little struggling body instantly stiffened into a lump, she lay down peacefully, closed her eyes and didn't say a word.

He Zhiyao caressed her waist with his palm, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's been so long, are you still not good at learning?"

Qin Shuang closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.

When she was in Jiangcheng, she had to go to school, and every time she caught up with him at home, she would be threatened by him early in the morning.

Qin Shuang felt that if she stayed with He Zhiyao for a longer period of time, she would have a heart attack sooner or later.

Qin Shuang was depressed for a while, but fortunately, He Zhiyao didn't sleep for a long time. At about ten o'clock, he received a call and left the bedroom.

Qin Shuang turned over and got out of bed as if she had been pardoned, and hurried to the bathroom to wash and tidy up.

Then he didn't put on makeup or eat, before He Zhiyao came out of the study, he left the house as if fleeing.

When she rushed to the set and asked Lin Xiaoyuan to buy her breakfast and devoured it, Chen Jing came over and jokingly asked, "What's the matter? Didn't you eat breakfast?"

Qin Shuang nodded, a little weakly: "I was frightened."

Frightened by He Zhiyao's psychosis.

Chen Jing raised his eyebrows: "Mr. He is here?"

"I heard a ghost story last night, and He Zhiyao actually said that he would only be widowed, not divorced." Qin Shuang held back all night, and couldn't help but whisper to Chen Jing: "You said he was crazy, or was it me?" Crazy? Does he want to strangle me with a rope when he divorces?"

"Pfft..." Chen Jing's description made her laugh.

Then she looked at her with a half-smile: "Shuangshuang, haven't you ever thought that Mr. He might like you?"

"Cough, cough, cough," Qin Shuang choked on the coffee he just drank, tears came out of his cough.

Chen Jing took out a piece of paper and handed it to her.

Qin Shuang wiped her mouth and looked at Chen Jing sadly: "Sister Chen, can you stop telling ghost stories early in the morning?"

Can He Zhiyao like her?
He Zhiyao is crazy, can he still have someone he likes?

Then he probably only likes himself.

After all, mortals can't understand the noble temper of their princess.

Qin Shuang twitched the corner of her lower lip expressionlessly.

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Chen Jing didn't mention it again, and told her about the business: "There is a reception the night after tomorrow, you go with me, the legendary genius director Song Qinghe has returned to China, and he wants to prepare a new movie. To a large extent, he will use rookies, and if you are chosen by him, it will not be a problem for you to win a rookie award next year."

"It may even directly take off the crown of actress. This opportunity is once in a thousand years."

(End of this chapter)