noffsinger Chapter 843: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (56)
Chapter 843: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (56)
The sunlight shines through the gaps between the ginkgo leaves, casting mottled shadows on the bluestone slabs.
Xu Yanheng was about to open the trunk when he suddenly noticed that there was no one in the passenger seat.
"Shengsheng?"
He looked around and found that Song Yuesheng had gotten out of the car at some point and was looking at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.
There is only one reasonable explanation for having those special physical qualities...
Xu Yanheng pushed open the car door violently.
outside.
Several strong men were unloading solid wood furniture from a truck.
Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes. Just a minute ago, these people were still motionless as if they were under a spell.
What is Song Yue doing?
Her mind quickly sorted out the clues.
Based on past experience, Song Yue always revolves around the male protagonist. Who is her target this time? Shen Zhirang? Or Pei Yu?
"Well!"
The sudden hug interrupted Song Yuesheng's thoughts.
Xu Yanheng held her tightly in his arms, his arms trembling slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Shengsheng, you won't leave suddenly, right?"
Song Yuesheng was strangled by him so hard that it hurt.
This sentence is obviously not as simple as it seems.
But she didn't want to say it now. Before the matter was resolved, the more people knew about it, the more trouble would happen.
Song Yuesheng turned around in his arms and looked up at him, "If you can fight four of us alone, I won't look for anyone else."
Feeling the embrace suddenly stiffen, she chuckled, "But I don't recommend doing this." She poked his chest with her fingertips, "I just want to live a peaceful life now."
Xu Yanheng lowered his eyes and was stunned for a while.
After a moment, he lowered his head, brushed his thin lips across her cold earlobe, and left a light bite with attachment: "I'm afraid it won't be easy to settle down."
The warm breath sprayed on her neck, "But..."
He deliberately dragged out the tone, watching the tips of her ears gradually turn red: "I won't make things difficult for you."
Song Yuesheng pushed him away, narrowing his eyes slightly: "Then tell me, what did you say in the small group?"
"Of course I'm preparing a surprise for Shengsheng." Xu Yanheng calmly took off his glasses and wiped them, his eyes flashing behind the lenses, "It wouldn't be a surprise if we knew it in advance, right?"
He suddenly leaned in close, his nose almost touching hers, "When have I ever lied to you? Unlike those few..."
The corners of Song Yuesheng's lips curled up into a smile that was not a smile.
It seems that I have to find an opportunity to hack into the small group and have a look.
The last time they met Pei Yu in Haiyuan City, Lu Xingyi called right after Fu Yun left and said, "Don't worry about Pei Yu."
This kind of attempt to cover up one's own guilt can't even fool a three-year-old child.
The phone suddenly vibrated.
"Sister Lan?" She answered the phone, her fingertips unconsciously circling the ends of her hair.
"Yun Wei has recovered well," the voice on the other end of the phone was relieved, "She is much more cheerful than when I first came. There are a few scripts that have come to us recently, and I would like to ask for your opinion, boss."
Song Yuesheng said without hesitation: "Give priority to the movie script. The amount of roles is not important. I trust Sister Lan's vision."
"clear."
As soon as I hung up the phone, the movers came over carrying a mahogany wardrobe: "Miss Song, where should I put this?"
Xu Yanheng had distanced himself from her without knowing when, but he still held her wrist stubbornly. Song Yuesheng was too lazy to break free, and led the workers into the yard: "Follow me."
**
Two weeks later, late at night.
Shen Zhirang rubbed his temples. When he stepped out of the company gate, the neon lights stretched his shadow very long.
He dialed the number for the third time, but the receiver still emitted a cold reminder tone: "The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."
He sneered and stuffed the phone back into his suit pocket.
I really shouldn’t have trusted that woman named Song.
She said she could help him win back Sheng Sheng, but she disappeared without a trace.
What is strange is that the company’s recent cash flow problems are exactly the same as the incident four years ago.
Does Si Shu really think he will fall into the same trap twice?
A black car drove up slowly. Shen Zhirang opened the door and leaned back in the back seat tiredly.
The city lights outside the car window gradually dimmed, and he suddenly realized something was wrong. This was not the way home.
"Where are you going?" His voice suddenly turned cold.
The driver's hands were shaking as he gripped the steering wheel: "Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen... this..."
In the rearview mirror, a dazzling high beam suddenly lit up.
Shen Zhirang narrowed his eyes and vaguely saw a familiar face reflected on the windshield.
It’s Lu Xingyi.
Shen Zhirang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he shouted sternly: "Stop the car!"
The driver ignored him and stepped on the accelerator even deeper.
"I told you to stop the car, didn't you hear me?" Shen Zhirang suddenly leaned forward and grabbed the driver's shoulder, but saw that the other party's eyes were dull and his forehead was covered with sweat. It was obvious that he was no longer able to control himself.
Fell into a trap!
Shen Zhirang opened the car door without hesitation and jumped out.
"boom!"
He fell heavily onto the asphalt, his suit scratched by the rough ground.
There was a sudden and piercing brake sound behind me, and the friction between the tires and the ground gave off a pungent smell of burning.
Shen Zhirang propped himself up.
Lu Xingyi walked out of the car with elegant steps, the moonlight gave him a cold silver edge. He took off his gloves slowly, revealing his slender fingers.
"Lu, Xing, Yi!" Shen Zhirang gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his clenched fists.
The moment he was about to throw his fist——
"take away."
Lu Xingyi said two words lightly, and a white figure suddenly jumped out of the driver's seat. The young man moved as fast as lightning, and slashed Shen Zhirang's neck accurately with a knife.
"Uh--"
Shen Zhirang’s eyes went dark and he fell heavily to the ground.
The white-haired young man picked the man up swiftly, turned around and asked, "Master Lu, shall we deal with it now?"
Lu Xingyi lowered his eyes and looked at the unconscious Shen Zhirang, with a cruel arc on the corner of his lips: "How can you let him off so easily?"
"clear."
Baimao swiftly stuffed the person into the trunk and took out an injection from his pocket.
"laugh--"
The moment the needle pierced the skin, the unconscious Shen Zhirang suddenly twitched violently, blue veins bulged on his pale neck, and then quickly returned to calm.
The ice-blue liquid flows in the blood vessels like a dormant poisonous snake.
At this time, the controlled driver came over, rolling and crawling, his voice trembling: "Mr. Lu, I did as you said... My child..."
"I'll see you when I get home." Lu Xingyi got into the car without looking back.
"Yes, yes, yes! I swear, I won't say a word to anyone!" The driver nodded frantically, his bloodshot eyes full of pleading.
"Click."
The car door closed gently, blocking out the meaningful smile on Lu Xingyi's lips.
Someone would go back with the child and watch him grow up - day after day, year after year, until the secret was buried with the driver.
He never believed anyone's promises.
Except Shengsheng.
She lied to him and liked it.
But her feelings for him... weren't what he wanted.
But it doesn’t matter, they still have a long time to accompany each other.
"Master Lu, we're here."
Baimao's voice brought him back to reality. Lu Xingyi looked up and saw an abandoned pharmaceutical factory in the suburbs, with dead vines climbing all over the mottled walls.
He unbuttoned his cuffs slowly and suddenly chuckled.
It was expected that the hypocrite Xu Yanheng would break the agreement. If it were him, he would do the same.
But... I'm not willing to give up.
If I had studied medicine, I wouldn't have missed so much contact with Shengsheng.
Every time he saw the records in the group, he became crazy with jealousy and wanted to kill them all.
But Shengsheng doesn't like it.
And he...was willing to be her prisoner, willing to suppress those bad thoughts for her.
The iron door creaked open and a damp, musty smell hit me in the face.
Lu Xingyi stepped over the broken test tube and watched his men tie up the unconscious Shen Zhirang.
Shengsheng.
You will definitely get better.
**
A stream of icy water poured down on my head.
Shen Zhirang was suddenly choked awake, and water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair onto his white shirt.
Before he could catch his breath, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder.
"Pfft."
The sound of the dagger sinking into flesh was particularly clear in the silent basement.
"If Shengsheng hadn't stopped you..." Lu Xingyi's voice came faintly from the shadows. He slowly turned the hilt of the knife, "Do you think you can survive until now?"
Shen Zhirang coughed up a mouthful of blood foam and suddenly laughed softly: "Ha... Shengsheng said you told her everything."
The corners of his bloodstained lips curled up in a sarcastic arc.
"Lu Xingyi, you really dare to let her know...the Lu family's shady dealings? You dare to let her know what you did before you entered the entertainment industry?"
A cold light flashed.
The second knife stabbed accurately into the left leg.
"It has nothing to do with you." Lu Xingyi pulled out the dagger, and blood splashed on his cold white wrist bone. "I originally wanted to torture you slowly and make you pay back Shengsheng for the fourteen years..."
He threw away the bloody knife and took out an old pistol from his waist, "But now..."
"Click."
The sound of bullets being loaded is tooth-grinding.
"Bang bang bang-"
After being shot several times in succession at his knees and wrists, Shen Zhirang groaned, his clothes soaked with cold sweat and blood.
Lu Xingyi weighed the gun in disdain: "Tsk, garbage."
The iron gate suddenly opened.
Fu Yunzhi leaned against the door frame, his eyes sweeping across the mess on the ground behind his glasses: "Just a random gun bought from the black market..."
He sneered, "Why not use your Lu family?"
Lu Xingyi didn't even turn his head, and the last bullet grazed Fu Yunzhi's leather shoes and shot into the ground.
"Oops~" He turned around with an innocent expression, "My hand slipped."
Of course, you have to use a black gun.
In this way, when Shengsheng asks him, he can say with confidence that he did not fire the gun.
After all, the Lu family’s weapons are all numbered.
Fu Yunzhi's glasses flashed coldly: "You——"
Lu Xingyi threw the empty pistol on the ground and it fired.
He nonchalantly adjusted his cuffs and walked out: "Let's take care of the aftermath. Shengsheng can't wait."
The division of labor among the five of them is very clear.
Xu Yanheng stayed by Song Yuesheng's side to prevent her from getting into any trouble.
Si Shu pursued Shen's relentlessly in the business world, making everyone think that it was just business competition.
Lu Xingyi was responsible for settling everything in secret.
Fu Yunzhi cleaned up the body so that others could not tell that the dead person was Shen Zhirang, and also removed the bloodstains on the ground.
Jiang Xu asked Shen Zhi to make this person disappear from the public eye in a reasonable way.
"I really hope this is the last time we work together." Fu Yunzhi's tone was full of disgust.
Lu Xingyi walked to the door and paused: "Must-have." His voice was as cold as ice.
Shen Zhirang, who was lying in a pool of blood, had his pupils dilated. The sounds in his ears were getting closer and farther away. Warm blood flowed out from the bullet holes, winding into strange patterns on the ground.
wrong.
All wrong.
It turns out that Sheng Sheng has never only provoked Si Shu and Lu Xingyi.
Also.
Shengsheng may seem cold-hearted, but she actually values friendship more than anyone else. Anyone she puts in her circle will receive her unreserved protection and sincere treatment.
Teacher Lin, Officer Cai...they all are.
Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he thought back to the day he went to the Yuncheng Orphanage fourteen years ago.
If I hadn't forcibly taken her back to the Shen family, if I hadn't used those despicable means...
Maybe the one standing next to her now...
Could it be me?
This thought caused a sharp pain in his heart that was about to stop beating. Unfortunately, there was no if, just like his body that was gradually turning cold, nothing could be saved.
"cough……"
Shen Zhirang suddenly wanted to laugh, but choked on a mouthful of blood.
Vision gradually blurred.
In a trance, Shen Zhirang saw fifteen-year-old Song Yuesheng standing in the Shen family garden, the sunlight giving her a golden edge.
She turned around and smiled at him, her lips red and her teeth white.
If there is a next life...
Before his last consciousness faded, Shen Zhirang moved his fingers with difficulty, as if trying to grab something.
But in the end, the hand fell limply into a pool of blood, causing tiny ripples.
The exhaust fan in the basement hummed, spreading the smell of blood into the night.
Fu Yunzhi pushed up his glasses and dialed a number: "It's time to start the next step."
【Ding! 】
[Congratulations to the host for resolving the world-destroying crisis. The male protagonist Shen Zhirang has died. ]
Song Yuesheng's chopsticks were suspended in the air, and the soup dripped from the tip of the chopsticks onto the tablecloth, leaving a small dark mark.
She slowly raised her eyes and met Xu Yanheng's inquiring gaze.
"What's wrong?" Xu Yanheng pushed up his glasses, his eyes flickering slightly behind the lenses, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing." Song Yuesheng put down his chopsticks, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the rim of the cup, "I was just thinking about...your Chinese medicine lecture."
She looked up at him and said, "It's been half a month, and you've been by my side all the time."
Xu Yanheng calmly picked up a piece of steamed sea bass and placed it in her bowl.
“Academic arrangements are always subject to change.”
The fish meat was snow-white, making his fingers look as slender as jade.
“Student needs should be the priority.”
"Oh?" Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows slightly.
Xu Yanheng sighed helplessly: "Shengsheng, if you don't believe me, you should at least believe the Chinese Medicine Public Account, right?"
He took out his cell phone, and the screen clearly showed a notice that the lecture was postponed.
"Didn't I show it to you this morning?"
Song Yuesheng suddenly leaned forward, her hair falling on the table, staring into his eyes: "Xu Yanheng, do you really want to hear the truth from me?"
Xu Yanheng's Adam's apple rolled, and he finally gave in.
"Okay, I admit..." He took off his glasses and rubbed his brow, "I was the one who decided to stay first, and then I went to discuss the lecture arrangements with the professor of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
His voice dropped. “I don’t know any other reason than this to…reasonably stay with you.”
Then, under Song Yuesheng's playful gaze, the usually gentle Dr. Xu suddenly turned on the "Khan's call-up mode" -
"I'm not like Jiang Xu, who can tell lies easily. In order to get you to go to school to see him, I even made up a lie like 'If you don't come, the professor will fail my class.'"
"I'm not like Si Shu either. I don't know how I persuaded you to start a company with me."
"Even less like Fu Yunzhi..." Xu Yanheng's mouth twitched, "She's obviously older than you, but she still calls you 'sister' and 'sister' every day."
"And Lu Xingyi," his voice suddenly became gnashing, and the veins on the back of his bony hands bulged slightly, "I really can't learn his self-mutilation tricks..."
He raised his eyes, a hint of red in his eyes, "I fell down the stairs on purpose, just to make you feel bad and take care of him."
At the end, Xu Yanheng suddenly reached out and held her wrist, his warm palm trembling slightly: "Shengsheng..."
His voice was hoarse. "Can you teach me...what to do?"
Song Yuesheng: "..."
Thank you.
You belittled four people with just one sentence. Dr. Xu, your operation is truly the best. I can't teach you anything.