Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 839: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (52)

This absurd idea was perfectly confirmed when Fu Yunzhi came back.

At first, Song Yuesheng didn't care. Fu Yunzhi massaged her shoulders and neck in a very professional way. His slender fingers slowly moved down along the spine, kneading the tense muscles with just the right amount of force.

Who would have thought——

Ah.

The massage went all the way to the bed.

Fu Yunzhi is the modern version of Su Daji, with charm in her eyes.

The neckline of her black silk pajamas was wide open, revealing her well-defined collarbone. The ends of her hair were still damp from the bath, brushing across her cheeks faintly, and her fingertips were drawing circles around her waist.

I don't know where these messed up guides came from.

If she were to offer a relationship course, she would definitely classify it into different categories - the beginner class would teach "how to create a chance encounter", the advanced class would teach "ambiguity that is neither too close nor too distant", and as for the SVIP exclusive course...

No matter which one, you can definitely earn Fu Yunzhi's money, and by the way, you can also find out how he will buy it.

"Boss?" Mu Shi's voice brought her thoughts back to reality.

In the taxi, the young lawyer was looking at her suspiciously, "Your smile is a bit... weird. Is Dean Sang difficult to get along with, or is there something wrong with the case?"

Song Yuesheng coughed lightly and rolled down the window to let the wind blow away the suspicious heat on his face: "Just thinking about other things."

Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a bustling barbecue restaurant near the Yuncheng Orphanage.

Neon signs flickered in the night, and the aroma of cumin and charcoal filled the air.

The moment he pushed open the door of the private room, Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows: "Why are you eating barbecue again?"

Jiang Tianmo was busy dealing with a string of grilled chicken wings. When he heard this, he looked up with chili powder on the corner of his mouth: "It's delicious!"

She raised her greasy hands and gestured, "There are two great pleasures in life - painting and eating barbecue!"

Sang Xia put down the lemonade in her hand and looked at the strange woman behind Song Yuesheng.

She pushed up her round-framed glasses and said softly, "Hello, Sister Yue said you are Lawyer Mu who took over the case?"

Mu Shi's pupils dilated as she looked at the "dean" in front of her who was wearing a cartoon sweatshirt and a ponytail.

This girl clearly looks like a college student, how can she look like the director of an orphanage?

She subconsciously touched the contract in her bag, and thinking of the sky-high penalty for breach of contract, she could only force herself to remain calm.

"Ahem," Shi straightened her back and tried to show her courtroom demeanor, "Yes, Dean Sang. I'm Mu Shi, you can call me Lawyer Mu."

She deliberately emphasized the word "Dean", but her eyes couldn't help but drift towards the Pikachu pattern on Sang Xia's sweatshirt.

Sang Xia keenly sensed her doubts, smiled slightly, and took out a gold-stamped business card from her bag: "Here is my contact information." She tapped her fingertips on the table twice, "I also brought the orphanage's qualification documents. Would you like to take a look, Lawyer Mu?"

Song Yuesheng took a sip of beer with interest.

This scene is much more interesting than Fu Yunzhi's clumsy strategies.

"Miss Song has already briefly explained the situation to me," Mu Shi opened her notebook and tapped the pen lightly on the paper, "but we need to discuss the specific details in detail tomorrow to find the most advantageous breakthrough point."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Tianmo immediately raised his beer glass, with the golden liquid swaying in the glass: "Thank you so much, Lawyer Mu!"

She tilted her head back and took a big gulp, with foam still on the corners of her mouth.

“You’re the first lawyer willing to take our case!”

Mu Shi paused with the pen in her hand and raised her eyes in confusion: "Is there no lawyer in Yuncheng willing to take over?"

Sang Xia and Jiang Tianmo looked at Song Yuesheng who was concentrating on grilling eggplant.

Feeling the pressure from three gazes, Song Yuesheng put down his chopsticks helplessly, took a tissue and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Because of the people involved behind the scenes," she crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it accurately into the trash can, "no lawyer in Yuncheng dares to offend him."

Mu Shi's throat tightened: "Like... Mr. Fu?"

"About the same." Song Yuesheng shook his wine glass lightly, "But his power is not even one tenth of his."

She suddenly leaned forward, and the spots of light reflected from the glass danced in her eyes.

"You can even win a lawsuit against a subsidiary of Fu Group, what's this small case?"

The corner of Mu Shi's mouth twitched: "Boss, I have little experience, please don't lie to me..."

"Why would I lie to you?" Song Yuesheng chuckled, tapping his fingertips on the table to create a crisp rhythm. "I know your abilities very well. This commission belongs to you."

Mu Shi nodded doubtfully.

Now that things have come to this, you have to believe it even if you don’t want to.

She made a big promise in front of her relatives in her hometown, saying that she would do something big.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the blinds onto the old wooden floor of the orphanage office.

Four girls sat around a conference table piled with documents, and the rustling sound of papers flipping could be heard one after another.

As the case becomes clearer, Sang Xia and the other two discover the same fact.

——Song Yuesheng’s attention to the orphanage has long exceeded the scope of ordinary investors.

Jiang Tianmo bit the pen cap and looked back and forth between Song Yuesheng and the entertainment company's registration documents.

Is it possible to open an entertainment company for charity or to improve the corporate image?

Song Yuesheng was checking the land approval documents with his head down when he suddenly noticed three inquiring gazes.

She raised her head, and the tiny rays of sunlight danced on her eyelashes: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Tianmo rubbed his sore temples and forced a smile: "No, it's okay."

Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the document, creating tiny wrinkles on the paper.

Seeing this, Mu Shi quickly put down the file in her hand, stood up, poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him: "It's just that reading the materials is too tiring, and I want to exercise my eyes."

Song Yuesheng lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, not exposing this white lie.

After sorting out the information all night, Mu Shi found that the breakthrough in this case was simpler than she had imagined.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, the three of them had already met at the door of the court.

Jiang Tianmo was holding a thick stack of evidence, while Mu Shi was repeatedly checking every detail in the indictment.

Song Yuesheng was originally going to go with them, but was stopped by Shen Zhirang who suddenly appeared at the revolving door of the hotel.

She could only let Mu Shi go to find Sang Xia and Jiang Tianmo alone.

"We have nothing to say." Song Yuesheng raised his wrist and glanced at the dial, his voice as cold as ice, "Zhang Ren will receive a summons from the court tomorrow at the latest."

Shen Zhirang's eyes wandered over her face, his Adam's apple rolling a few times: "Shengsheng, apart from this...is there nothing else we can talk about?"

His voice suddenly choked, and his slender fingers unconsciously clenched the cuffs of his suit.

"What is there to talk about?" Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow, "Do we have any happy memories between us?"

She turned around and tried to leave but Shen Zhirang grabbed her wrist.

In a flash, Song Yuesheng threw Shen Zhirang over his shoulder, and his back hit the marble floor with a dull sound.

Song Yuesheng looked down at him and said, "Shen Zhirang, if I can send you in once, I can send you in a second time."

Shen Zhirang slowly stood up by supporting himself on the ground, his suit covered in dust.

He suddenly chuckled, and when his fingertips rubbed the corner of his mouth, he felt a trace of blood: "Shengsheng, is it you... or them?"

Song Yuesheng remained silent.

Shen Zhirang's brows knitted deeply, and his voice suddenly rose: "They approached you with bad intentions!"

He took a sudden step forward, his leather shoes crushing a dead leaf.

"How can you trust those people?"

"Because at least they won't restrict my freedom." Song Yuesheng sneered, and caught a glimpse of the hotel doorman secretly looking over here.

She took a half step back and distanced herself from him.

Shen Zhirang's Adam's apple rolled violently, and the light blue blood vessels on his neck were clearly visible.

He opened his mouth, but only exhaled a cloud of white mist.

Seeing that she was about to leave again, he blocked her way with a flash, his eyes bloodshot: "Shengsheng..."

"That's enough!" Song Yuesheng suddenly raised his hand, his watch reflecting a dazzling light in the sun, "Shen Zhirang, did your brain get damaged by being in jail?"

Her voice was like ice. "I am no longer the little girl you could manipulate me with."

The corners of Shen Zhirang's mouth twisted into a twisted arc: "Do you really think Lu Xingyi is just a star? Si Shu is just a businessman? They..."

"Isn't it just the dark web and arms forces?" Song Yuesheng interrupted lightly and tucked her hair behind her ears.

She noticed that Shen Zhirang's pupils suddenly contracted and even his breathing stopped for a moment.

"You..." His voice was hoarse, "Just because of the past, you are so cruel to me? You know they are not what they seem, but you don't care about them at all?"

"What's there to worry about? They told me that." Song Yuesheng interrupted him.

Although she was the one who discovered the clue and asked first, she only asked one question and they blurted out everything.

She took a deep breath and said, "I'm telling you this for the last time. Don't come to me again."

The original heroine has already pulled over four people, and there are still three that have not been contacted.

She doesn't have time to deal with these boring emotional entanglements.

I don’t know how Si Shu and Lu Xingyi’s investigation of him was going, or whether Song Yue had any contact with him.

Shen Zhirang looked at her resolute back, and his chest felt as if it was being cut open alive.

In the morning light, he saw his own shadow lying alone on the ground, being pulled farther and farther away by her shadow.

Why?

His clenched fists were shaking slightly, and his nails dug deep into his palms.

It was obviously him who met her first, why were so many people trying to snatch her from him?

【Di-】

A sharp electronic sound exploded in Song Yuesheng's mind, making her temple throb.

【alarm! 】

[The male protagonist Shen Zhirang's blackening value has exceeded the critical point, and his tendency to destroy the world is serious. The mission failure rate has risen to 88%. Please take countermeasures immediately! 】

Song Yuesheng had just gotten into a taxi, his fingertips still hanging on the door lock.

The street scene passing by the window suddenly became blurry. She blinked, wondering if she had heard it wrong.

Destroy the world?

There are seven male protagonists in this world now. Can Shen Zhirang accomplish it alone?

She scoffed silently, tapping her knees with her fingertips.

"Sparrow Spirit," she asked lazily in her mind, "What would happen if we just get rid of the hero?"

【alarm! 】

A blinding red light flashed at the edge of his vision, and a translucent red warning box suddenly appeared in front of Song Yuesheng's eyes:

[The host is detected to have illegal intentions, and will be punished once! 】

[Current number of violations: 1/3]

Song Yuesheng: "..."

She leaned back in her seat expressionlessly.

numb.

I forgot there was such a restriction.

But that means it's feasible.

OK.

Just leave it to them.

Song Yuesheng quickly opened the group chat [A loving family].

【Song】: @Everyone

[Song]: I hope Shen Zhirang disappears forever

【Song】: Details will be explained later

As soon as the message was sent, a bone-chilling chill suddenly ran up my spine.

Song Yuesheng straightened his body suddenly, his fingers tightly grasping the edge of the seat——

【alarm! 】

[Substantial violations detected in the host, punishment procedure initiated: 10 hours of frozen coma! ]

what? !

Her pupils suddenly shrank, and she could see white mist between breaths. The coldness coiled around her like a poisonous snake, starting from her fingertips, and her skin turned abnormally pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Master," Song Yuesheng suddenly looked up, "Change the route and go to Tianyuan Chinese Medicine Clinic."

The navigation showed that the nearest Chinese medicine clinic was only a fifteen-minute drive away.

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror and said, "Girl, you're not going to court?"

Song Yuesheng endured the chill, shook her phone and said anxiously: "I just received a message that my boyfriend took his mistress to the Chinese medicine clinic to see an orthopedic doctor."

The driver stepped on the accelerator and the taxi rushed out.

Eight minutes.

The taxi sped through the traffic, the driver swerved the steering wheel, and the tires made a screeching sound as they scraped against the road.

The car braked suddenly and stopped in front of Tianyuan Chinese Medicine Clinic. The wheels rolled over the puddles on the roadside, splashing water.

Song Yuesheng scanned the code and paid with trembling fingertips. The moment she opened the car door, the biting cold completely engulfed her consciousness.

Her eyes went dark, and she fell forward.

"boom!"

The phone slipped from his palm and fell heavily to the ground. The screen shattered instantly, and spider-web-like cracks spread out. The last unsent message still remained on the editing interface.

The driver was so frightened that his face turned pale. He rushed out of the car and ran to the Chinese medicine clinic while shouting, "Doctor! Help! A girl has fainted!"

Inside the clinic, an old Chinese doctor was taking a patient's pulse. He immediately stood up when he heard the sound.

He walked quickly to the door, squatted down and felt Song Yuesheng's pulse. As soon as his fingertips touched her skin, his brows furrowed.

"The body temperature is abnormally low... It seems that cold air has entered the body and evil wind has invaded the marrow." He said in a deep voice, and then instructed the apprentice, "Quick, prepare the silver needles and boil another dose of Ma Huang Fu Zi Xi Xin Tang!"

The apprentice hurriedly went to get the medicine, while the old Chinese doctor quickly took out the needle bag, and the silver needles gleamed coldly under the light.

He inserted the needle skillfully, but Song Yuesheng's face was still as pale as paper and his breathing was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable.

[A loving family] The group chat has exploded.

Messages popped up one after another, but no one responded.

Mu Shi, who had just come out of the court, saw the caller ID and her heart sank. She almost dropped her phone.

She swallowed and answered the call carefully: "Mr. Fu?"

On the other end of the phone, the man's voice was as cold as ice: "Is Shengsheng with you?"