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Chapter 836: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (49)

When Song Yuesheng heard Fu Yunzhi's voice on the other end of the phone, the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up in a playful arc.

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the car window, her voice full of obvious ridicule: "It's been less than ten minutes since I left, and President Fu has already finished the meeting? What important meeting only lasts ten minutes? Is it a break from exercise?"

Fu Yunzhi's obviously low voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of weakness: "Let me see you, I will tell you where Mu Shi is."

Song Yuesheng looked at the city streets passing by quickly outside the car window.

She chuckled, with the ending tone rising slightly: "Oh, have you learned how to threaten people?"

"Shengsheng..." Fu Yunzhi's voice came through the receiver, with a familiar hint of coquettishness.

Song Yuesheng did not respond immediately. She deliberately let the silence spread on both ends of the phone.

It was not until he heard the uneasy breathing coming from the other side that he spoke slowly: "I have asked someone for help. But..."

She deliberately dragged out her tone, "If you have nothing to do now, come find me."

After reporting the name of the hotel, she decisively hung up the phone, her fingertips gently stroking the phone screen.

The car window reflected her thoughtful expression - she was really curious about Fu Yunzhi's recent abnormal behavior.

If it is due to Song Yue's influence, then the problem is serious.

This means that there was a major error in the judgment of the system headquarters. The way the defectors obtain energy has become so convenient that they can directly interfere with the behavior patterns of the people in the small world.

But twenty minutes later...

Song Yuesheng sat on the sofa in the hotel suite, looking at the man in a suit with his head hung in front of him, and listened to him confess that he spent 99.99 yuan to buy "100 Ways to Make Your Cold Girlfriend More Dependent on You". The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

She pinched her eyebrows with her slender fingers, and for a moment she didn't know how to react.

She had imagined the worst conspiracy theories, but the truth turned out to be so... down to earth?

"Fu Yunzhi," she put down her hand and looked him in the eye, "Don't you know my personality best? Why would you spend such a waste of money?"

Fu Yunzhi slowly moved closer to her like a large dog that had done something wrong.

He lowered his head, playing with her slender fingers, and said in a muffled voice: "We should try our best... and you have indeed contacted me more actively in the past few days."

Song Yuesheng slapped his forehead speechlessly, and the cuffs of his shirt slipped down, revealing a piece of his white wrist.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Fu Yunzhi rested his chin on her shoulder, and his warm breath brushed across her neck: "Because you want to know Mu Shi's whereabouts, right?"

Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow: "Don't you know this?"

Fu Yunzhi held her hand in his palm, gently stroking her knuckles with his fingertips, with annoyance in his voice.

"I just figured it out. Seeing you contact me frequently, and the reaction you said in the guide was exactly the same, I got excited and just..."

His voice became lower and lower, and finally he simply buried his face in her shoulder.

Song Yuesheng felt the weight on his shoulders and sighed helplessly.

She raised her other hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally gently placed it in his hair.

When her fingertips passed through the soft hair, she clearly felt the man's body stiffen for a moment.

Song Yuesheng said softly: "I am different from them, don't waste money."

"Yeah." Fu Yunzhi responded softly, but his breathing became noticeably heavier.

After a moment, Song Yuesheng suddenly felt a warm and wet sensation on the side of her neck. She turned around abruptly, frowning, "Fu Yunzhi!"

The man raised his head, tears still glistening on his lips.

He pulled her closer without saying anything, their noses almost touching: "Shengsheng, I haven't seen you for several months."

There was suppressed desire in the deep voice.

Song Yuesheng heard the implication in his words and turned away: "But I am not."

Fu Yunzhi snorted coldly, increased the strength in his hands, and held her in his arms.

He lowered his head and gently bit her lower lip, and said vaguely: "That's why I came to you now."

This kiss that seemed like a punishment made Song Yuesheng frown in pain.

"Should I thank you for your consideration, huh?" She said through gritted teeth, pressing her fingers against his chest to push him away.

Fu Yunzhi pretended not to understand, his eyes darkened: "I want to thank you in another way."

His hand slid down her arm, but was slapped away just before it touched her wrist.

"I still have important things to do." Song Yuesheng took a step back and straightened his wrinkled collar.

"I won't bother you for too long." Fu Yunzhi approached again, like an insatiable beast.

Song Yuesheng sneered, obviously not believing what he said, raised his hand and pointed directly at the door: "Goodbye."

Fu Yunzhi suddenly hugged her and rubbed his chin on her head: "Shengsheng, Shengsheng..."

He repeated her name like a mantra, his warm breath against her ear.

"If you promise, I will tell you where Mu Shi is, okay..."

Song Yuesheng took a deep breath, and his temples began to throb.

She suddenly grabbed Fu Yunzhi's wrist, turned around and pinned him against the wall: "You really want me to take action, right?"

Fu Yunzhi was pressed against the wall but did not struggle. He just blinked in grievance.

Realizing that she was really angry, he reluctantly let go: "Mu Shi just found a community law firm a few days ago. I'll send you the address later."

He moved slowly towards the door, and every step felt like it was filled with lead.

When he reached the entrance, he looked back, his wet eyes made him look like an abandoned large dog.

Song Yuesheng finally couldn't bear it anymore, rushed forward in two steps, grabbed his tie and forced him to lower his head.

Under Fu Yunzhi's astonished gaze, she kissed him fiercely.

This kiss seemed to turn on a switch. Fu Yunzhi was stunned for a moment, then he took the initiative to hold her waist and pressed her against the door.

His kiss was full of the momentum of conquering a city, as if he wanted to pour all the longing of the past few months into it.

His slender fingers inserted into her hair, and his other hand firmly grasped her lower back, leaving her no room to retreat.

Song Yuesheng was so suffocated by his kiss that her fingertips unconsciously clenched his shirt.

In between breaths, she vaguely saw the possessiveness surging in Fu Yunzhi's eyes - that look was so hot that it almost burned her, as if silently declaring: You can only look at me forever.

I don’t know how long it was before Fu Yunzhi reluctantly let go.

Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling.

Song Yuesheng's lips were slightly swollen, shining seductively under the light.

She gently traced the contours of Fu Yunzhi's face, from his slightly furrowed brows to his taut jawline, and finally stopped at the tips of his red ears.

"You really should go." Her voice was lazy. "What I'm doing now is very important."

Fu Yunzhi didn't move at all. Instead, he pressed his forehead against hers and tightened his arms around her waist.

Through the thin fabric, Song Yuesheng could clearly feel the burning temperature coming from his palm.

"Shengsheng," he said in a hoarse voice, "How can this be enough?" His warm breath sprayed on her nose, "When you are done, I will get it back with interest."

"It depends on the situation." Song Yuesheng raised his hand to straighten his messy collar, "I don't know if there will be more important things by then."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yunzhi suddenly lowered his head and bit her swollen lips as a punishment.

"How can there be a woman like you in the world?"

His thumb rolled heavily over her wet lower lip, his eyes filled with unsatisfied desire, "I'm standing right in front of you, and you still want to let the arrow on the string retreat?"