Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 719: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Song Yuesheng stepped back calmly and distanced himself: "You can go find Yan Sui, he may have a way to make you forget."

"forget?"

Ruan Weichi looked at her, "Sister knows so much, what did you forget?"

At this point, he suddenly realized and murmured, "You forgot about me. No wonder four years ago, you looked at me like a stranger and deliberately tried to find out what I knew about you."

"I will go find Yan Sui and ask him to return your memory to you!"

Suddenly, he felt a force on his wrist, preventing him from moving at all.

When Ruan Weichi turned around, there was a tiny light in his eyes, and doubts flowed over the red corners of his eyes like a tide when he turned around.

"You don't want to remember?"

Song Yuesheng shook his head: "No. I can't remember now whether I took the initiative to find Yan Sui to forget some things, or was forced. But he is a bit strange. If you go, you will only fall into his trap and let him know that I am looking for my memory."

"Ruan Weichi, whatever you do with your current status will be infinitely magnified. If it weren't for that song that night and what Sang Wan said about the ten years... I wouldn't have told you this."

Ruan Weichi suddenly chuckled.

He leaned closer: "So... Sister, you refused because you were worried about me?"

Song Yuesheng looked at the slightly raised corners of his lips, frowned slightly, and interrupted his reverie with a cold tone: "No."

"You'd better not let your imagination run wild and ruin my business, otherwise——"

She raised her eyes, a warning flashing in her eyes, "From now on, the hot search will be the photo of you lying on the hospital bed."

Ruan Weichi blinked, but the smile on his lips did not diminish, and even deepened a little.

He nodded slowly, and said in a long tone: "Well...I understand, I understand."

Ruan Weichi turned around, and lightly tapped the paper bag beside him with his slender fingers. His voice was a little cunning and brisk: "Then... Sister, please help me give this to Sang Wan. There is a new album in it. I promised her that I would give her my new songs as soon as possible."

After saying this, he suddenly turned his head and looked straight into her eyes, his voice lowered a few notches with a hint of tentativeness.

"But, if you want to listen, sister..." He leaned forward slightly, and the distance suddenly shortened, "I can sing to you anytime."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly took out a few candies from his pocket like magic and stuffed them into her hand without saying a word.

The moment our fingertips touched, he squeezed them lightly before releasing them.

"Girls should all like to eat candy, right?" He smiled with curved eyebrows, like a little fox who had succeeded, and walked backwards towards the door, "I'm leaving first. If I stay any longer, the fans will surround this place."

Ruan Weichi walked to the entrance, but suddenly stopped and turned to look at Song Yuesheng.

"By the way." He said in a gentle voice, "Sang Wan knows how to find me."

He paused, the smile in his eyes still there, but a little more serious, "Sister, you can come to me anytime."

After saying that, he turned around, pushed the door open and left, with a graceful back.

Song Yuesheng: ...

I don’t understand anything!

This has become an open love!

When she left, Sang Wan asked her gossipy questions about when she had met Ruan Weichi four years ago.

If he were more mature, she would let him deal with Yan Sui without any hesitation and find clues related to the original owner's memory.

But she just tried it casually, and he told her that the original owner had saved him ten years ago.

She still has to rely on herself.

Song Yuesheng pinched Yan Sui's business card with her fingertips, and the hard card made a slight crisp sound under her fingertips.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the small gold-plated words "Ning Central Hospital". The smell of disinfectant seemed to have rushed into her nostrils, making her unconsciously clench her back teeth.

I really don't want to go to this place.

The cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting her thoughts.

The words "Sang Wan" were jumping on the screen. Song Yuesheng took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Xiao Yue, you left in such a hurry this afternoon that I forgot to tell you something." Sang Wan's voice was unusually tense. "The S2 website has been targeted. Someone sent me a private message threatening me that if I don't shut down the website, all past content will be made public."

Song Yuesheng forced himself to stay calm: "Have you found out who it is?"

"The reverse tracking only locates Ning City." Sang Wan's voice was full of frustration. "The other party's technology is superior to mine. I can't find anything else."

There was a sound of shuffling papers on the other end of the phone, and Sang Wan suddenly changed the subject.

"Oh, there's one more thing. If you want to investigate the Wen family, there's a clear way. Miss Wen Zhixia and I met because of the peripheral of 'Miss Shadow'. She's my direct junior and is now a sophomore."

"Although we are friends and she is easy to get along with..."

Sang Wan's tone suddenly became subtle, "But Wen Zhixia is a very cunning person. Xiaoyue, I think you have to ask it yourself, otherwise..."

She paused, with a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"I'm afraid she'll trick me into telling you something."

Song Yuesheng raised the corners of his lips silently, but there was no smile in his eyes.

How could the people of the Wen family be simple?

"But Ning University is under strict control now. You can't enter without a pass." Sang Wan continued, "I'll arrange a meeting for you when I find a suitable opportunity."

Her tone suddenly became more relaxed.

"Xiao Yue, she is a big fan of Miss Shadow. If she knew you were the prototype, she would definitely be able to get closer to you quickly."

"it is good."

Song Yuesheng responded briefly, hung up the phone, and looked out the window at the deep night.

When investigating the Wen family, you cannot avoid Wen Jingheng.

Tsk.

If she had known that the original owner's lost memory might be related to the Wen family, she would not have been caught off guard four years ago and casually created a small account to infiltrate the Qingtang Club's dark trading network.

Wen Jingheng holds this leverage over her...

This is really not good.

At this moment, a voice sounded.

[Beep - Violation of the key plot, please arrive at Mirage Club A17 box within one hour to obtain the inside information of Qingtang Club's transaction. Otherwise, the mission will fail immediately. Countdown 0:59:59]

No.

It's already nine o'clock in the evening.

What plot is triggered?

...Because of Wen Zhixia?

Song Yuesheng paused for a while, then put on a wig and drove quickly to Mirage Club.

"New here?" The foreman looked at her suspiciously.

Song Yuesheng smiled and said, "Sister Ling asked me to take over, saying that the VIP box was short of people."

The foreman frowned, but the deafening music and the crowded flow of customers left him no time to investigate: "Box A17, don't mess it up."

"Lucky for you, the guys there give generous tips." He lowered his voice, "But don't look or listen too much, understand?"

Song Yuesheng nodded in fear, the wine bottles on the tray reflecting the dim blue light.

The door of A17 was ajar, and low voices of conversation could be heard from inside.

She knocked on the door gently, and after getting permission, she pushed it open and walked in.

The lights in the box were dim, and six figures were sitting on the leather sofas on both sides.

Song Yuesheng lowered her eyelashes and swept her gaze over everyone present without leaving a trace, finally stopping on the man in the innermost corner wearing a black turtleneck sweater.

As expected, Wen Jingheng is there.

At the same time, the countdown in my mind stopped at 0:04:35.

Then, new numbers began to jump——

〖Task update: Get the inside information of the transaction, countdown 3:59:59〗

Four hours?!

Song Yuesheng's fingertips trembled slightly.

What on earth were they going to talk about that took so long?

"Put the wine here." A man with a scar on his face ordered in a rough voice.

Song Yuesheng lowered his head and bent down to place the wine, deliberately slowing down his movements.

The watch on my wrist was gently placed against the edge of the table, and the recording button hidden under the dial started silently.

"A new face."

Song Yuesheng turned his head and raised a perfect smile at the corner of his lips: "If we meet more often, it won't be..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly interrupted:

"Luo Ying, take her away immediately."

Song Yuesheng caught a glimpse of a tall woman walking towards him from the corner of his eye.

The woman in black leather jacket and low ponytail was the one who whispered with Wen Jingheng backstage in the auditorium that day.

In a flash, she pounced on Wen Jingheng, knelt at his feet with a thump, and grabbed his trouser legs tremblingly: "Sir, don't chase me away!"

"I finally found this place to earn money to treat my family's illness. Please..."

The deliberately pure makeup on her upturned face now looks fragile and aggrieved, with red eyes, like a cat drenched in the rain.

The box suddenly became quiet.

Wen Jingheng lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes were dark and unclear.

Suddenly, he covered her mouth with his hand, the temperature of his palm burning: "If you keep making noise, I will throw you out."