Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 721: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Song Yuesheng quickly caught up with the figure, and at the moment when the stumbling figure was about to hit the wall, he grabbed the other person's slender wrist.

"Great painter," she sighed softly and led the man back gently, "Watch the road."

Sang Wan looked back blankly, and her tear-blurred vision instantly brightened when she saw who was coming.

Her lips trembled, and her tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, like a long-wandering traveler who finally saw her loved ones.

The tears that had been accumulating for a long time rolled down like a dam breaking, leaving crystal clear marks on the cheeks.

"Xiao, Xiaoyue..."

As soon as the choked call came out, more sobs came out uncontrollably.

Song Yuesheng quickly looked around, waved to a passing waiter, and opened a private room.

The moment the box door closed, Sang Wan finally broke down completely.

She curled up in the corner of the sofa, crying heart-wrenchingly, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances that had accumulated over the years.

And in Sang Wan's intermittent narration, a very clichéd story gradually became clear.

The story of Sang Wan and Xu Yan completely fits the plot of "after a one-night stand, the heroine leaves money and leaves, and the hero finds it interesting and starts chasing her."

But Sang Wan was not so lucky.

Xu Yan treated her in the same way as he treated other women.

After a year of being together, all I got was a "bored" sentence.

Song Yuesheng stared quietly at Sang Wan's trembling fingers, his eyes falling on the ring mark on her ring finger that was so faint that it was almost invisible.

She suddenly said, "I want to know, did Xu Yan formally propose to you? Or did he just buy a ring to trick you?"

“It’s not that casual…” Sang Wan’s crying stopped abruptly.

"The first time I went to your studio," Song Yuesheng explained, tapping his fingertips on the glass, "the back of the drawing you pasted under the calendar had the Xu Jewelry logo on it. You wouldn't scribble on a drawing, so it must have been drawn by someone else."

She paused, "There is only one person in the Xu family who is eligible for marriage. The mark of the ring on your ring finger is still there."

Sang Wan curled her lips: "Xiao Yue, if I were half as smart as you..."

"Stop." Song Yuesheng frowned and interrupted, "Love has nothing to do with IQ."

She looked straight into Sang Wan's red and swollen eyes.

"You're very good, Sang Wan. He's just not worthy of you. Who hasn't met a few scumbags in their life?"

"But..." Sang Wan's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "People like me..."

Song Yuesheng took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to wake her up.

"Sang Wan," she said slowly, "Didn't you notice? When you mention Xu Yan, you become unlike yourself."

"Xiao Yue." Sang Wan's voice trembled, "Do you think I'm useless..."

"Yes."

"You!" Sang Wan's eyes widened, "I feel so uncomfortable..."

"Master Painter Sang." Song Yuesheng suddenly reached out and poked her forehead. "You've been separated for half a year. What good can come of him suddenly contacting you? Where's your IQ?"

"I..." Sang Wan pursed her lips, "First love..."

Song Yuesheng: "......"

After crying for a while, Sang Wan calmed down a lot.

She tugged at Song Yuesheng's sleeve and promised solemnly: "I will never answer his calls again! Really!"

Song Yuesheng looked at her stubbornness beneath her red eyes and did not expose her.

When it comes to matters of the heart, no matter how anxious others are, it's useless.

However, if Xu Yan dares to make trouble about Sang Wan's appearance again, or finds ways to bully her, it won't be so easy.

"Oh, right." Sang Wan suddenly remembered something and blinked her watery eyes. "Why are you here so late?"

Song Yuesheng remained calm: "Seeking pleasure."

She leaned back lazily. "I'm going to work with the team in a few days, so I'd better enjoy myself now."

Sang Wan stared at her suspiciously for a few seconds, but didn't believe it.

Xiaoyue has been looking for her lost memories since she came back. It's almost one in the morning now. She must have known some clues, so she came to Mirage Club.

The two of them...really each have their own difficulties.

**

Four days later.

Pei Group, top floor conference room.

Song Yuesheng was wearing a neat white suit, with her long brown hair tied into a high ponytail. She sat on one side with four members of her team, quietly waiting for the person to take the main seat to come.

She knew that the Creation Research Institute where she currently worked had a collaboration with the Pei Group.

But she didn't expect that the system's return reminder would be issued more than a month earlier than the team she worked for.

About ten minutes later, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor was steady and oppressive. Song Yuesheng didn't look up, but he could feel the air suddenly stagnant.

"Awaited."

A deep voice rang out in the conference room, carrying the coldness of someone who had been in a high position for a long time.

Song Yuesheng slowly raised his eyes and met a pair of eyes as black as ink.

Pei Zhaoye stood in front of the main seat, his slender fingers pressing on the table, his knuckles turning white.

His eyes were fixed on her, the emotions surging in his eyes almost breaking through the cage of reason - shock, anger, ecstasy, and finally turning into a bottomless undercurrent.

She is coming.

Just like that, without any warning, it appeared in front of him.

Even...his network has just begun to be deployed.

The air seemed to be sucked out and the entire conference room was silent.

Song Yuesheng could feel that he was about to lose control, but as the manager, she just smiled and said in a businesslike manner: "Mr. Pei, I have heard a lot about you."

Pei Zhaoye clenched his knuckles, almost crushing the documents in his hands.

——How dare she pretend not to know him?

He sneered, sat down directly, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Let's start."

However, Pei Zhaoye raised his hand to interrupt the report as soon as it began.

“I don’t agree with this data model.”

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes: "What's the problem?"

"All of them." He leaned back, his eyes sharp, "Advisor Song, Pei's is not something that can be fooled by just any laboratory."

The air in the conference room suddenly froze.

Song Yuesheng tapped the tablet twice with his fingertips to bring up a new set of data comparison charts. He said in a steady tone, "If Mr. Pei has any doubts about the basic model, you can refer to our optimized version."

Pei Zhaoye glanced at it and sneered: "It's still not enough."

"How about this?" She slid her finger, and the data on the screen was refreshed again, accurate to six decimal places.

"..."

He stared at her, his eyes filled with dark emotions.

She looked back calmly, even with a polite smile on her lips.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Pei Zhaoye suddenly said, "Advisor Song, you seem very confident."

"It's not confidence." She closed the file and stood up. "It's professionalism."

She looked around and said in a clear and calm voice: "If Pei has no sincerity in cooperating, we can leave now."

There was silence in the conference room.

Pei Zhaoye's knuckles tightened slightly, his eyes fixed on her.

After a while, he suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Choosing Chuangsheng is sincerity, what do you think, Advisor Song?"

When the final agreement was reached, the short hand in the conference room had already gone around three times.

When the elevator went down to the first floor, the secretary hurried over and said, "Advisor Song, you forgot your USB drive in the conference room."

Under the worried gaze of team members, Song Yuesheng returned alone.

Some things can't be avoided.

What's more, the way he targeted her just now was enough for anyone with eyes to know that there was something fishy.

The moment he pushed open the door, Song Yuesheng was pressed against the wall by a huge force, and the back of his head hit the palm that Pei Zhaoye had padded in advance.

"Four years, three months and twenty-seven days... that's quite a runner."

His breath fanned behind her ear, the smell of citrus invading her nostrils.

Song Yuesheng hurriedly held his breath and punched him hard, knocking him back.

A sudden feeling of dizziness came over me.

Song Yuesheng's fingertips were trembling as she held onto the door handle, and the man's approaching figure was reflected in her pupils.

Pei Zhaoye suddenly smiled: "Do you feel familiar?"

He walked over step by step.

"Song Yuesheng, or should I call you the executor of the Shadow System of this website?"

"In order to leave, you actually used yourself as bait and even changed your shampoo to cover it up. Should I thank you for your good intentions towards me?"

The smell of blood spread in his mouth, and blood oozed from the tip of Song Yuesheng's bitten tongue. He tried to use the pain to keep himself awake.

But the Qingtang Society’s drugs are not so easy to deal with.

His knees suddenly went weak and Song Yuesheng fell backwards, but fell into a hot embrace.

She couldn't even reach for the knife tied to her leg.

Before his consciousness sank into darkness, Song Yuesheng grabbed his tie tightly, and his dilated pupils condensed into a final sharpness.

"Pei Zhaoye, if you dare to lock me up, I will make you live a life worse than death!"