Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 723: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Song Yuesheng looked at him silently for a while, his eyes sweeping across the familiar furnishings in the room, and finally falling back on his gloomy face.

"This place..." she said softly, "It feels like my home."

Pei Zhaoye sneered, his eyes surging with dark currents: "Your landlord sold the house to me a long time ago."

Song Yuesheng nodded, his expression calm, as if he was just confirming an insignificant fact.

She turned and walked towards the closet, saying calmly, "Then I'll pack my things."

"Just wait and get picked up from the garbage dump down there!"

He stood up abruptly, his voice filled with anger, as if he wished she would disappear immediately.

Song Yuesheng didn't say anything else. She just lowered her head and tidied her clothes, moving slowly and steadily, as if his anger had no effect on her.

When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, put her fingertips on the door handle, and tilted her head slightly.

"By the way." She paused, her voice gentle, but like a needle piercing his heart, "Don't drink whiskey anymore. It's expired since I bought it. It's not good for you."

Pei Zhaoye's pupils suddenly constricted, his knuckles clenched white, and his voice became terribly hoarse.

"Song Yuesheng, why do you think you bought it?"

She didn't look back, but just smiled softly: "It's good if it's not."

The moment the door closed, Pei Zhaoye seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Gone again.

This time, he watched her go.

He wanted to find a way out, even if it was just to deceive himself, but he didn't even have such an opportunity.

She accepted the commission and lied to him for so long, why is she unwilling to lie to him now?

Obviously, just tell a few lies...

Pei Zhaoye clutched his chest and breathed heavily, as if something was tearing at his chest, causing him to almost curl up in pain.

…It hurts so much.

Outside.

[Beep - Detected that the host is trying to kill the male protagonist, recorded once. If it happens three times, the mission will fail.]

Song Yuesheng's footsteps suddenly paused.

She looked down at her phone, and the screen was still stuck on the number of Aunt Fang, a Chinese medicine practitioner, whom she was about to dial.

The call hasn't been made yet.

Is this coming?

Song Yuesheng was silent for two seconds, his fingertips hovering above the screen, and finally he swiped lightly to exit the dialing interface.

Turning around and pushing open the door, she walked back into the bedroom, only to see Pei Zhaoye curled up on the ground, cold sweat oozing from his forehead and his face frighteningly pale.

Song Yuesheng walked over, squatted down, and reached out to lift up his shoulders.

"Song...Song Song?"

His voice was hoarse and his consciousness was a little fuzzy, but he still subconsciously held her wrist, as if he was afraid that she would disappear again.

"It's no use yelling at me." Song Yuesheng said calmly, but with a hint of helplessness, "Brother, before you drink to drown your sorrows, can you please check the expiration date? Not all wines can be stored for a long time."

Familiar tone.

Familiar softness.

Familiar... concern hidden beneath the calmness.

Pei Zhaoye's stomach churned, but he still stubbornly reached out and hugged her tightly, like a drowning man grabbing the only piece of driftwood.

Song Yuesheng's breathing was slightly stagnant because of him, and he frowned and said, "If you are like this, I can't take you to see a doctor."

She pushed his shoulder and said, "Pei Zhaoye, please loosen up a little."

But instead of letting go, he held her tighter, his low, hoarse voice close to her ear, with a hint of stubborn grievance: "...I won't let go."

Song Yuesheng: "..."

She sighed, finally gave up struggling, and let him hold her. She just raised her hand and patted his back gently, as if she was comforting a wounded beast.

"Okay, whatever you want."

Don't argue with the patient.

The system warned her again, and she couldn't bear it.

Just as Song Yuesheng was struggling to drag the man up, a gold-stamped invitation slipped out of Pei Zhaoye's suit pocket and landed lightly on the carpet.

The scarlet wax seal was particularly dazzling under the light, and the "Su" family emblem was clearly printed on it.

[Beep - trigger the key plot: invite the host to participate in the charity dinner held by the Su family in ten days, and win the ninth collection.]

Song Yuesheng pulled the corner of his mouth speechlessly.

Pei Zhaoye's imprisonment plot has been brought forward, and this crappy hint also follows the predicted plot timeline for Yan Sui's first encounter.

Set up human-machine?

Half an hour later, Song Yuesheng drove Pei Zhaoye to the Chinese medicine clinic she often went to.

Aunt Fang was sorting out the herbs. She looked up and saw Song Yuesheng coming in with a tall man. She smiled and joked, "Hey, what happened? Why don't you just send him to the hospital?"

Song Yuesheng pursed her lips and said calmly: "I don't like going to that kind of place."

She paused and added, "Aunt Fang, if his condition is serious, please find someone to take him to the hospital."

Aunt Fang had seen her resistance to the hospital since her first visit, and nodded knowingly: "Okay, don't worry."

She glanced at the sleeping Pei Zhaoye and asked with a smile, "When your boyfriend wakes up, I'll tell him you sent him here?"

Song Yuesheng said calmly: "It's my ex-boyfriend."

Aunt Fang said "Oh" meaningfully, gave her a look that said "I understand", and then called on two employees in the clinic to help Pei Zhaoye into the treatment room.

Song Yuesheng was worried that something might go wrong, so he sat down on a chair in the clinic.

She lowered her head and flipped through her phone when she suddenly noticed a gaze.

Looking up, the curtain of the acupuncture room was lifted, and a slender figure walked out slowly - Yan Sui.

An old Chinese doctor followed him and kept giving him advice, reminding him not to overwork himself.

He responded nonchalantly, but his eyes were fixed on her.

After the doctor left, Yan Sui walked towards her, his leather shoes making steady sounds on the wooden floor.

He sat down beside her, and the scent of sandalwood mixed with a faint medicinal aroma wafted into his face.

"Ms. Song's acting is good." He curled his lips slightly, and his slender fingers slowly adjusted his cuffs. "If you want to know what you forgot, you can come to me directly. Why beat around the bush?"

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes: "Ruan Weichi came to find you."

Yan Sui suddenly chuckled: "Miss Song doesn't have to be so smart."

"It's natural, there's nothing I can do about it." She tilted her head and her hair fell on her shoulders.

The air was suddenly quiet.

Yan Sui stared at her, and suddenly leaned closer: "It seems that you made the right choice. It is indeed a happy thing to forget."

His voice gradually deepened, "But why do you want to remember now?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Song Yuesheng."

Yan Sui suddenly reached out his hand, gently lifted a strand of her hair with his fingertips, and entangled it with his fingertips, "Has anyone ever told you that pointing the thorns at others is to protect yourself?"

His voice was bewitching, and he looked into her eyes, "What...are you afraid of?"

Song Yuesheng suddenly broke into a gorgeous smile.

She took the initiative to move closer, her red lips almost touching his earlobe: "Of course...I like Doctor Yan."

Her eyes are as charming as silk, and the little mole at the end of her eye is captivating in the light and shadow.

Yan Sui's Adam's apple rolled violently.

He turned his face away suddenly, his voice hoarse: "I am not Pei Zhaoye, nor Ruan Weichi, your tricks will not work on me."

Before she finished speaking, she had already climbed onto his shoulders, and her soft lips brushed against his earlobe: "Since it's useless..."

Her fingertips brushed across his Adam's apple, "Why don't you dare look at me? Doctor Yan~"

"Song Yuesheng!"

Yan Sui's breathing became noticeably heavier.

The light in the clinic illuminated his red ears clearly.

Song Yuesheng smiled and propped up his chin: "Doctor Yan, your ears are red~"

next second.

Yan Sui stood up suddenly and took two steps back almost in embarrassment.

He clenched his fists and his chest heaved, as if he was suppressing something.

"Song Yuesheng." Yan Sui's voice was cold, with a dangerous undercurrent in his eyes. "I think the Wen family would be very interested to know what you have done in the Shadow System over the years."

"casual."

Song Yuesheng instantly put away her charming look and leaned lazily against the back of the chair.

Yan Sui stared at her for a few seconds, then finally turned around and strode away.

Back in the car, he opened the encrypted file on the tablet, wrote something on the comparison chart, and then threw it heavily in the back.

Yan Sui loosened his tie and swallowed three mints in a row.

The cool stimulation could not suppress the heat surging in the body.

The air conditioner was turned up to the maximum setting, and he leaned back in the seat with his head tilted back, his mind filled with the bright color at the corners of her eyes.

Yu Guangzhong caught a glimpse of a small red spot on the side of his neck in the rearview mirror.

"Hold......"

Yan Sui rubbed it vigorously with his fingertips.

What a genie.

Still a heartless goblin!

He now probably understood why Pei Zhaoye was obsessed with her.

Song Yuesheng learned from Aunt Fang that Pei Zhaoye didn't have any serious problems and left the Chinese medicine clinic.

She felt that if the fate of the heroine in this world was related to the hero, the biggest obstacle now was Yan Sui.

He is Su Yutang's cousin. Even though they are not related by blood, due to the deep sisterly love between Su's mother and Yan's mother, it would be difficult for the two of them to break up completely.

And from the existing evidence, he knows why the original owner lost his memory...

No.

It should be said that it is a handle.

If we don't count the male lead, the female lead's fate...

So are we going to deal with Su’s Jewelry?

Song Yuesheng searched for information about the charity gala on his mobile phone, and when he saw the names on the invited guest list, he made a phone call.

"Sang Wan, I want to discuss something with you..."