readytorunbook Chapter 233 Song Mo Requests a Visit
Chapter 233 Song Mo Requests a Visit
"The Starlight Gala is an annual event jointly organized by several major video platforms, and the list of artists attending has already been released. The organizers sent invitations to Huanxing a long time ago, and besides you, there are other artists from Huanxing as well."
Song Nanxi lay on the carpet teasing the prince. She was wearing a pink fox-themed onesie, making her look like a college student who hadn't yet graduated.
Her skin was fair and pink, and her lips were deep red.
"I don't have any works to show for it, what would I do there?" Song Nanxi thought for a moment and said, "The Most Talked About Artist of the Year Award?"
Ling Sheng closed the file, took off his glasses, and tossed them onto the coffee table.
"I knew you wouldn't go, and that's what I meant too, let's wait until next year..."
This year will definitely be a breakout year for Song Nanxi's works; audiences will see her talent and recognize her abilities.
He strode over, put an arm around Song Nanxi's waist, and scooped her up from the carpet.
"Hey--"
Song Nanxi slumped down, looking utterly defeated. "Ling Sheng, I don't like buffets."
Stop messing around!
Ling Sheng's voice was hoarse. His cast had been removed and replaced with a lighter one, but he still couldn't exert any force.
His thin lips curved slightly upward, and he said seductively, "I've got new accessories, would you like to take a look?"
"Don't tempt me. Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
Despite her stubbornness, Song Nanxi curiously turned her head, trying to see the jewelry underneath the man's silk shirt.
Ling Sheng's lips curled up even higher as he walked toward the bedroom, subtly kicking away the prince who was following him with his toe. He hated those scoundrels the most.
"Yes, you are not, I am."
Ling Sheng was unusually enthusiastic today; Song Nanxi felt like he was going to lick her bald.
Although the jewelry is beautiful, with two nails connected by a chain and adorned with star-like diamonds, it sparkles even more when it moves.
If Song Nanxi hadn't finally lost her temper and kicked him in the chest to separate them, Ling Sheng would have gone even further.
"Ling Sheng, have you caught the Crown Prince's influence and turned into a dog too?"
Ling Sheng grasped her slender ankle and frowned. "When will 'Wishful Canghai' finish filming? How long will you have to control your diet? You're too thin..."
Song Nanxi looked fine, clicked her tongue, and resolutely refused to come with him again.
Ling Sheng knew when to stop.
Song Nanxi lay on the bed, drenched in sweat. Ling Sheng, a patient himself, went to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel to wipe her down.
Raise your hand when told to raise it, tilt your head back when told to tilt your head back.
At this time, he was unusually well-behaved.
Ling Sheng's dark eyes held a warm smile as he gazed at her small face, flushed and rosy from being moistened by a hot towel, like a ripe peach. He felt that the oral stage he had never experienced in his childhood had suddenly erupted at this moment and quickly reached its peak.
He bent down—
"Ow!"
Song Nanxi raised her hand and slapped Ling Sheng lightly, much lighter than when she hit others.
"Ling Sheng! Don't push your luck!"
Ling Sheng chuckled, "Sorry, it's really..."
I find her lazy, unhurried demeanor so adorable.
When Ling Sheng saw her wearing that onesie pajamas, he couldn't help but want to pull her into his arms. He considered himself to have a lot of self-control for being able to hold back until they finished talking about work.
Fine snow was falling outside the window, and Song Nanxi lay there lazily.
Ling Sheng stopped bothering her, and the air was quiet, filled with a warm atmosphere.
He looked at the person lying on the bed playing on their phone, his heart filled with emotion. If things could stay like this forever, that would be great—of course, it would be even better if no other jerks interfered.
Ling Sheng inquired about the progress of the renovation of Song Nanxi's large house, saying that he wanted Song Nanxi to reserve a room for him after the renovation was completed.
Song Nanxi didn't care and let him choose whichever he wanted.
Just don't bother her.
As for what to do after Ling Sheng takes the room, the other men will definitely make a fuss.
Song Nanxi said: "Then let them fight it out, and the loser can leave."
Quiet times always seem to pass too quickly.
The doorbell rang after a long absence.
Song Nanxi nudged Ling Sheng, signaling him to open the door.
She slowly got up and changed into a new set of pajamas. As for the previous set? It was no longer wearable!
At the entrance, Ling Sheng was confronting Song Mo.
He tried to close the door, but Song Mo had already squeezed half of his body inside, looking extremely haggard.
When Song Nanxi saw his expression, she had only one thought: Is he that in love?
It's unclear whether he truly loves Song Yirou or is influenced by her "charming system."
When Song Mo saw her, his eyes lit up. "Song Nanxi! Let's talk!"
Song Nanxi rolled her eyes. "You came for Song Yirou, right? Then I can only tell you, it has nothing to do with me."
Before coming, Song Mo had already guessed Song Nanxi's attitude and didn't expect her to help.
But Song Mo couldn't just let Song Yirou go unchecked!
He hurriedly pulled out his bank card, "I'll give you the money! I'll give you as much as you want!"
Ling Sheng knew Song Nanxi loved money, so he raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her.
Song Nanxi: "Let him in."
Ling Sheng scoffed and released his grip.
He came out without a shirt on, wearing loose house pants and a bathrobe over them. The ties had come undone when he stopped Song Mo from coming in, and the collar came undone the moment he withdrew his hand, revealing his chest covered in teeth marks.
The shimmering silver chain flashed past Song Mo's eyes.
Song Mo's eyes widened in astonishment, "You..."
Is this still the Ling Sheng he knew, the one who was self-disciplined, strict to the point of being almost inhuman?
Ling Sheng looked at him coldly: "None of your business."
Song Mo was startled again.
They almost suspected that Ling Sheng was possessed by some evil spirit.
It wasn't until Song Nanxi impatiently asked him what he had come for that he suddenly came to his senses.
He held up a bank card and said, "There's a hundred million in there. If you're willing to help me get Xiaorou out, this hundred million is yours. I promise that after she gets out, I'll keep an eye on her and make sure she never bothers you again."
Song Nanxi's gaze swept over the bank card, a half-smile playing on her lips. "So you knew too, that she was the one causing me trouble?"
Song Mo paused for a moment, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes under Song Nanxi's mocking gaze.
After experiencing so much, he gradually realized that the woman he liked was not as wonderful as he had initially imagined.
But what can he do when he likes her?!
Song Mo took a deep breath and, almost humbly, asked Song Nanxi, "Is it alright?"
Song Nanxi was playing with the bank card when Song Mo thought she was about to be moved, and the bank card was thrown at him.
Song Nanxi asked, "One hundred million, is that all Song Yirou is worth in your heart?"
Ling Sheng spoke up at the right moment, “Don’t say you like someone if you’re not sincere.” He smiled and put his arm around Song Nanxi’s shoulder. “If I were to do this for you, I would give up my entire fortune, or even my life.”
Song Mo found Ling Sheng's glib tongue unfamiliar.
He wiped his face and took a deep breath. "I can raise the price. How much do you want? As long as you're willing to help, I know that whether or not Xiaorou is released is just a matter of your word."