Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 835: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (48)

Song Yuesheng didn't look away until Mu Shi's figure completely disappeared outside the revolving door of the cafe.

She raised her hand and pushed the head that was resting on her shoulder, saying helplessly, "You scared my prospective employee away."

Fu Yunzhi hummed lazily, and not only did he not move away, but he went even further and rubbed her neck, his warm breath brushing her skin.

Song Yuesheng couldn't stand it anymore, so she raised her hand and pressed his forehead to push him away, then she closed her laptop neatly, stood up, picked up her bag and left.

Fu Yunzhi immediately followed, shortening the distance between them with one step of his long legs, and reached out to take the computer bag from her hand: "I'll help you with it."

Song Yuesheng moved aside and looked at him with a raised eyebrow: "Since you insist on following me, that's great. Let's have a good talk about you hiring someone to track down my whereabouts."

Fu Yunzhi paused, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, then he came closer again, lowered his head, gently tugged at her sleeve with his slender fingers, and spoke in a low and soft voice.

"…I'm sorry, don't be angry."

He paused, then added in a low voice, "You said Shen Zhirang was released, and asked Si Shu and Lu Xingyi to investigate. I was just too worried..."

Song Yuesheng was unmoved and looked at him calmly: "What about the 'Jiang Xu Must Die' group?"

Fu Yunzhi pursed her lips, her eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under her eyes, and her voice became even lower, with a bit of grievance: "...You have already asked hackers to check, how come you don't know how anxious I am?"

"You are wrong..." Song Yuesheng was about to speak when he hugged her in his arms.

Fu Yunzhi tightened his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said sullenly, "Well, I was wrong. Sister, can you forget about this?"

"Hackers are not trustworthy. If you contact them, it is equivalent to handing over your privacy. How can you live a peaceful life in the future?"

Song Yuesheng was held so tightly by him that he couldn't move. He sighed helplessly, "...Okay, let me go first. I have something else to do."

She decided not to tell him for the time being that the "hacker" was actually herself - maybe she could use this trick to find out what the hell they were talking about later.

Sang Wan, thank you.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yunzhi not only did not let go, but hugged her even tighter, saying in a dissatisfied tone: "I'm already in front of you, what else can you do?"

Song Yuesheng leaned back slightly, distanced himself a little, and called his name calmly: "Fu Yunzhi."

"...Okay." He reluctantly let go of her, but reached out and pinched her face again, with a slight smile on his lips, "Besides beating me and pretending to be dead to scare me, do you have any new tricks? Hmm?"

Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes: "Are you sure you want to know?"

Fu Yunzhi immediately shook his head: "No."

After a pause, he moved closer and threatened in a low voice, "But during the time you are in Haiyuan City, you are not allowed to hide from me, otherwise I will follow you every day."

Song Yuesheng sneered: "Did you forget the schedule?"

Fu Yunzhi's eyes dimmed, but his tone was still lazy: "I haven't forgotten. But sister, it's been a year, I think it's time to re-arrange it."

He lowered his head, his nose almost touching her ear, and his voice was low and hoarse.

“Otherwise there will be a period of burnout, and it will even disrupt your life.”

Song Yuesheng turned her head to avoid his breath and said calmly: "I can consider this. But can you please stop calling me sister? I'm afraid it will shorten my life."

Yunzhi chuckled, and gently played with the ends of her hair with his fingertips, saying in a frivolous yet serious tone: "Then I will die in the same grave with you."

Song Yuesheng: "..."

Thank you.

She doesn't want to die so early in her own world now.

In the end, Song Yuesheng finally managed to coax this sticky plaster away after much persuasion.

Watching Fu Yunzhi's car drive out of sight, Song Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his temples.

——I’m so tired.

However, a rescheduling is necessary.

Two months of leisure time a year...is really too little.

**

Song Yuesheng originally thought that the trip would go smoothly and Mu Shi would soon go back to Yuncheng Orphanage with her.

However, three days later, not only did the other party not send the PDF file, but even the message fell into oblivion.

Every message she sent seemed to be swallowed into a black hole, without even a "read" mark.

Song Yuesheng tapped the table with his fingertips, staring at the phone screen with a frown on his face.

——Something is wrong.

Did something unexpected happen?

Song Yuesheng finally called Fu Yunzhi and asked him to help find Mu Shi's whereabouts.

But this guy promised very well, but contrary to his usual behavior, he didn't reply to messages, hung up the phone after a few words, and never came to see her.

Song Yuesheng stared at the chat interface that had been silent for four days, his fingertips hovering over the keyboard. Finally, he sneered and locked the screen.

Row.

Then go and block them yourself.

The air conditioning in the hall was turned on very high. Song Yuesheng stood at the front desk, and the coolness of the marble countertop spread up through her fingertips.

Although Song Yuesheng was wearing a mask, the receptionist had seen her many times and naturally knew her relationship with Fu Yunzhi.

After saying that Fu Yunzhi was not in the company, Song Yuesheng sat directly in the rest area next to him and waited.

I don't know how long it was before the revolving door finally moved.

Fu Yunzhi walked in from outside.

He was wearing a neat suit, his brows and eyes were stern, he didn't even glance in her direction, he just walked straight past her like passing through a ball of air.

The receptionist said quickly: "President, Miss Song wants to see you!"

Fu Yunzhi didn't stop walking, and without turning his head, he said, "I'm too busy recently to see guests."

The voice was cold and calm.

Song Yuesheng stood there, watching his back disappear into the elevator.

——Cold.

Yes, even the back of his head has the words “Don’t disturb me if you’re so cool” written on it.

Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the phone.

...I haven't seen him for just a week. How come he suddenly became like this?

Forget it.

You can't count on him.

She turned to leave, and the receptionist hurriedly asked, "Miss Song is leaving now?"

"Yeah." Song Yuesheng smiled slightly, "Your president is very busy, and if I disturb him again, it would be ignorant. I've wasted his time, so I'm leaving!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already dialed Si Shu's number and walked out without stopping.

It is easier to find forces using the dark web than others.

"I need your help with something," she said straight to the point, her voice very low, "It would be best if there were results within two days..."

The glass door closed behind her, blocking out the cold air of the Fu Group and the vague sight.

As soon as Song Yuesheng stepped out of the door of Fu Group, the receptionist dialed the special line of the president's office.

"Boss, Miss Song has left."

In the president's office on the top floor, Fu Yunzhi was lazily turning the leather chair, tapping the armrest with his slender fingers from time to time.

His eyes fell on the computer screen, where a PDF guide titled "100 Ways to Make Your Cold Girlfriend More Dependent on You" was clearly displayed.

"What's her expression?" His voice was filled with an undisguised excitement. "Is she disappointed and anxious?"

This strategy is indeed reliable. Recently, Shengsheng has sent him more messages than in the past three months combined, and the calls are coming one after another.

Thinking of this, Fu Yunzhi's mouth corners unconsciously rose, and even the corners of his eyes were tinged with a hint of pride.

The receptionist's voice suddenly became hesitant: "Ms. Song...she's wearing a mask so I can't see her expression clearly, but her tone sounds...very happy."

"Happy?!"

Fu Yunzhi pressed down hard on the rotating chair, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. The strategy page on the computer screen suddenly became dazzling.

"Yes..." The receptionist swallowed, "Miss Song said you were very busy and it would be wrong for her to disturb you again. She also said...she couldn't waste your time."

The temperature in the office seemed to drop by several degrees.

"and……"

"And what?" Fu Yunzhi's voice already carried a dangerous tone.

"Miss Song made a phone call before she left. Although I didn't hear the specific content, it seemed like she was looking for someone to help..."

With a "click", the phone was hung up.

Fu Yunzhi immediately grabbed his suit jacket and rushed out.

What a shitty strategy!

What a trick of playing hard to get!

It's all deceptive!

If he continues to waste time like this, he will be handing the opportunity to others.

As the elevator went down, Fu Yunzhi loosened his tie in annoyance, and the words of the receptionist kept replaying in his mind.

Looking for help?

In the entire Haiyuan City, who else can she turn to except Fu Yunzhi?

Si Shu?

Lu Xingyi?

Or is it the little green tea with the surname Jiang?

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.

Fu Yunzhi strode through the lobby at a brisk pace, and employees made way for him wherever he passed.

The receptionist stared in amazement as she watched her CEO rush out of the door like the wind. Where was the cold and aloof look he had just now?

At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside the Fu Group.

Fu Yunzhi narrowed his eyes and looked around, but the familiar figure was no longer there.

He gritted his teeth, took out his cell phone and dialed the number he knew by heart.

"Shengsheng, where are you now?" The moment the call was connected, his voice softened eight degrees, "I... I just finished a meeting..."