Chapter 53
Chapter 53
Perfect fit
While Shi Xingyun was still talking about the script, Song Ling's thoughts had already drifted far away with Luo Wenchuan's claws.
The little rascal looks docile, but he's actually quite mischievous and daring. Song Ling sometimes doesn't understand why this person can have such thoughts anytime, anywhere. He always thinks this kind of thing is a spice of life, but for Luo Wenchuan, it has become a necessity.
Recalling the kisses and entanglements Luo Wenchuan had used to mark him, Song Ling found it difficult to sit still for a moment.
The two were a perfect match; they could understand each other's feelings simply by exchanging glances, let alone through physical contact.
Before the wildfire could spread, Song Ling kicked Luo Wenchuan under the table to stop his malicious act.
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling with a slight smile, and licked the fingertip he had just withdrawn.
Song Ling lowered her head and avoided looking at the person, eating the meal absentmindedly.
Shi Xingyun originally intended to do something, but because Luo Wenchuan was there, he ended up not being able to do anything.
The three people slept in three rooms.
After Song Ling and Shi Xingyun had gone to sleep, they went outside and scanned every corner with their glasses.
No.
The result was always the same: there was no trace of the chip except in Shi Xingyun's bedroom.
Song Ling felt that she needed a trained police dog; sometimes, relying on more primitive methods was more likely to get the answers she wanted.
When Song Ling returned to the guest room, she saw Luo Wenchuan sitting on the edge of the bed under the dim nightlight.
"Who are you trying to scare by standing there silently?" Song Ling said coldly, then slammed the door shut behind him.
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling, and only asked when the other person got closer, "Brother Ling, are you looking for something?"
To think he guessed it is sometimes hard to tell whether Luo Wenchuan's intelligence is a good thing or a bad thing.
"You don't need to worry about this."
“Brother Ling, you can tell me, and I’ll help you.”
"Will you help me?"
Yes, I said I'd always stand by your side.
Luo Wenchuan's words are not very credible. The last time he said he was on his side, Qinghe was sold out within two days.
I appreciate your kindness, but I'm sorry I can't say anything. Go back now, go back to sleep.
Song Ling didn't intend to continue talking to Luo Wenchuan, so he pulled back the covers and got into bed. He wouldn't tell a second person about his mission; it was a matter of principle.
Luo Wenchuan looked down at the person with their back to him for a long time without speaking. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't dare to sleep with Song Ling. After thinking for a long time, he actually sat on the edge of the bed for more than ten minutes.
With a living person sitting next to him, Song Ling definitely wouldn't be able to sleep. He knew Luo Wenchuan's bad habit of liking to sleep with people, and he also knew that this person had an unimaginable stubbornness in his bones.
He could tell that Luo Wenchuan had come over wanting to sleep with him. If he didn't give in to him tonight, this little brat might sit here all night.
"Come on up." Not long after, Song Ling said helplessly.
Upon hearing this, Luo Wenchuan's eyes lit up, and he quickly took off his clothes and crawled into Song Ling's bed.
"Leave early tomorrow and go back to your room," Song Ling instructed.
Luo Wenchuan's gaze darkened slightly. He didn't intend to agree, but he still nodded and snuggled closer to the other person.
The two hadn't been this close in a long time. Luo Wenchuan missed Song Ling so much that he had spent countless sleepless nights thinking about it, and now that he was back in this person's arms, he couldn't sleep at all.
Sensing that the person in his arms was not behaving properly, Song Ling took out a suppression ring and put it on Luo Wenchuan's hand.
Luo Wenchuan didn't understand where Song Ling had gotten the suppression ring from, but he still asked, "Brother Ling, don't you want to?"
"I don't want to." Who thinks about this kind of thing all day long? Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan and warned, "This is someone else's house."
"It's okay, I'll be careful." Luo Wenchuan's eyes were filled with the soft, fragmented light cast by the night lamp, making him look both cute and pitiful.
Every time Song Ling saw such an obedient and ingratiating expression, he couldn't help but feel moved, and this time was no exception. So before Song Ling thought he would soften his heart, he hardened his heart and kicked Luo Wenchuan: "Go to sleep, or get out."
"Brother Ling..."
"roll."
Luo Wenchuan fell completely silent this time, nestled in Song Ling's arms, motionless like a large dog.
Song Ling had been filming all day and quickly drifted into a light sleep. In his hazy state, he subconsciously called out "Baby." Even after three years, Song Ling still hadn't gotten used to the feeling of emptiness in his arms. He still loved that boy who would silently cry on stormy days or because they slept in separate rooms, that Luo Wenchuan whom he held in the palm of his hand.
He has always carefully treasured those tender moments and ambiguous feelings from his youth.
Upon hearing those two words, Luo Wenchuan's heart pounded, and he hesitated, unsure how to tighten his grip on Song Ling's waist. He was afraid that if he held on too tightly, the dream would shatter, yet he was also afraid that if he held on too loosely, the dream would slip away.
People always realize the value of something only after they have lost it and regained it, and they only start to worry about losing it when they love it to the extreme.
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When Song Ling woke up, she found Luo Wenchuan still in her arms. The little guy looked like he hadn't slept for dozens of days and was almost in a coma.
"Wake up, insomniac." With dawn approaching, Luo Wenchuan hadn't listened to a word he'd said yesterday.
Luo Wenchuan slowly opened his eyes after being kicked by Song Ling.
It has to be said that no matter how many times Song Ling saw Luo Wenchuan's bewildered expression, it was hard not to like him. Luo Wenchuan was someone who resided deep within him; no matter what he did, he would never say anything too extreme about that face.
"Brother Ling, it's still early."
"It's getting late. Have you forgotten what I said yesterday?" Song Ling asked him.
Luo Wenchuan was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what was happening, he kept snuggling into Ling Ge's arms: "Brother Ling, I'm so sleepy, let me sleep a little longer, just a little while."
First cry, then make a scene, then act like a spoiled child.
Luo Wenchuan had mastered such methods to an unparalleled degree. He was certain that Song Ling wouldn't refuse him, and that he would use his rare good looks to get what he wanted from Song Ling.
"Brother Ling, let me stay here..."
Luo Wenchuan's voice became increasingly cloying, and Song Ling, annoyed by his calls, had no choice but to agree.
Luo Wenchuan smiled and happily put his arm around Song Ling's waist. As long as Song Ling was still in his arms, he could barely ignore who this person had been with or who he had been with in the past three years.
Song Ling was wide awake by this person and glanced at the terminal. Luo Wenchuan pretended to be asleep with the person in his arms, but after a short while, his sheep's skin fell off.
Sensing that the little rascal was getting restless again, Song Ling kicked him towards the bedside.
Luo Wenchuan did not stop there; instead, he intensified his evil deeds.
The two were arguing when there was a knock on the door.
"Xiao Song, are you up yet?" Shi Xingyun asked through the door.
Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan and was about to go over when Luo Wenchuan raised his eyes and immediately crawled into the quilt.
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Song Ling's body stiffened slightly, and she tightened her grip on the blanket.
"I'm...getting dressed."
"Then I'll wait for you. There's a really good breakfast place nearby. I'll take you and Xiao Luo to try it."
"good……"
"By the way, your clothes from yesterday are dry. Do you need me to take them in?" Shi Xingyun asked him.
"Come in? Of course I can't come in," Song Ling took a deep breath and said, "No need, Brother Yun, I'll go get it myself."
Shi Xingyun felt that Song Ling's tone was strange when she spoke to him today, as if she was having a hard time. He wondered if she had caught a fever from being caught in the rain yesterday.
"Xiao Lingzi, do you have a cold?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you really alright? If anything happens, you must tell me." Shi Xingyun felt that this person was being too polite to him. Song Ling was a very polite person, but being so polite to everyone made him seem too distant.
The two exchanged a few words at the door, and when Shi Xingyun left, Song Ling suddenly pulled back the blanket covering them.
"Have you made enough of a scene?" Song Ling asked. He was genuinely angry this time. Luo Wenchuan's inconsiderate and tactless behavior had left him feeling quite embarrassed.
Luo Wenchuan frowned and lowered his head, saying, "No."
He didn't like Song Ling getting too close to Shi Xingyun. Shi Xingyun liked men and had slept with countless people. Song Ling would suffer.
Song Ling could see the resentment in Luo Wenchuan's eyes the moment he lowered his head. He reached out and lifted Luo Wenchuan's chin, asking, "Is there anything else on your mind besides this?"
"And Brother Ling too."
Song Ling: Asking is pointless.
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Shi Xingyun is a hospitable person. Regardless of the reason for his hospitality, it is hard to refuse such a warm welcome from a movie star.
Song Ling and Luo Wenchuan spent another morning at the villa. After silently searching the entire house, Song Ling was finally certain that what he was looking for was not there.
Recent deciphering of the trajectory by the research institute shows that the chip layer stayed in this villa for three days, from October 9th to 11th.
If the chip isn't here now, it must have been taken away by someone before he arrived. It seems we need to investigate who came and went from this villa.
Song Ling wasn't particularly skilled at tracking, but these recent assignments forced him to learn more about the subject. Human potential is constantly being unlocked, and Song Ling sometimes wondered just how many more skills he could master.
Luo Wenchuan had only spent less than a day with Song Ling when he realized Song Ling's intentions. While the group was packing up to go into the mountains for filming, Luo Wenchuan kept messaging Song Ling, asking what they were looking for.
Song Ling couldn't tell Luo Wenchuan what she was looking for, but since Luo Wenchuan had dealings with Shi Xingyun, she might be able to glean some clues from him.
Song Ling looked at the terminal in his hand, wondering when he could ask Luo Wenchuan in person.
Soon, Song Ling got this opportunity.
When the group settled down at Lishan Villa, Song Ling saw Luo Wenchuan's assistant, Xiao Qian, in Shi Xingyun's nanny car. Immediately afterwards, Luo Wenchuan got out with a stern face.