Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 728: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

The woman glanced at Su Yutang, then operated her phone with gritted teeth.

The big screen changed again.

These are four screenshots of bar surveillance.

In the picture, "Song Yuesheng" is dressed scantily, talking or behaving intimately with different men and women.

"See." Song Yuesheng spread his hands, "I told you there was such a thing as a stand-in actor."

The woman was furious: "This is clearly a scene where you accepted other people's commissions and messed with other people's boyfriends and girlfriends!"

Song Yuesheng said "Oh", then took a few photos on the big screen and zoomed in to see the shooting time on it.

The woman mistakenly thought that she was finally speechless, and a ferocious look of satisfaction appeared on her face.

"What? Nothing to say? The eldest daughter of the Wen family is doing this kind of thing behind the scenes-"

"Keep your mouth clean!"

Wen Zhixia suddenly rushed forward.

"My sister has already said that it's a stand-in, what nonsense are you talking about here to fool people!"

At the same time, Sang Wan clenched his fists anxiously.

She didn't want to listen to Xiaoyue and stay here quietly.

However, just as he was about to step forward to help, a large hand suddenly covered his mouth and nose from behind.

The faint scent of cedar hit Sang Wan, and her whole body stiffened.

This smell was all too familiar to her.

"Well...!"

She struggled desperately, and her high heels made a harsh sound as they scraped against the ground.

But everyone's attention was focused on the farce in the center, and no one noticed the abnormality of her being dragged towards the lounge.

The door to the lounge closed silently.

Sang Wan bit the palm fiercely, and the taste of rust instantly spread in his mouth.

"hiss--"

Sang Wan took the opportunity to deliver an elbow strike.

"Xu Yan." She staggered back, tears welling up in her eyes, "You are sick!"

Xu Yan smiled softly: "It's not too long since we last met..."

He raised his hand to wipe her tears, but was slapped away.

"You've become so sharp-tongued."

Sang Wan wiped her face roughly and was about to leave, but was suddenly pulled into a familiar embrace.

The scent of cedar trees enveloped her, and she kicked and thrashed like crazy: "Let go! Let go!"

"Sang Wan."

Yan tightened his arms and said in a hoarse voice, "What happened outside is obviously a trap set against Song Yuesheng. She is much more powerful than you think."

He felt the person in his arms trembling, and his tone softened unconsciously.

"To put it another way, Brother Pei won't watch her get into trouble, but you shouldn't get involved. If you jump in, I may not be able to save you."

He had never seen Brother Pei so distraught.

Or for a woman.

He even said things like "You love money, but my mother only gave you 60 million. But I have a lot of money, so why are you leaving?" after drinking.

“Let go!” Sang Wan kicked and hit him hard, leaving red marks on his arms with her nails. “We don’t have any relationship now! Go get married and find your mistress!”

Xu Yan didn't move at all, his arms clenched like iron clamps.

He rested his chin on the top of her head and said in a hoarse voice: "You still don't believe that I really want to marry you. Now I... have no choice."

Sang Wan's struggle gradually became weaker.

She remembered that rainy night when Xu Yan hugged her like this and said, "Wait for me to come back."

But what I waited for was a breakup and the words "I'm tired of you".

Now the same embrace still made her feel heartbroken.

"You can hit me now, or hate me." Xu Yan tightened his arms, his Adam's apple rolling, "But I can't watch you take risks."

Tears blurred vision.

The bitterness of first love came over her like a tidal wave, and Sang Wan discovered in despair that she was once again shaken by this man's words.

She slowly closed her eyes and let her tears soak his shirt.

How long will it take before she can completely forget this man whom she both loves and hates?

……

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely tense.

Song Yuesheng slowly raised his head from his phone, swiped his fingertips across the screen, and gently pulled Wen Zhixia behind him.

The girl wanted to argue, but her sister stopped her with a look.

She immediately pursed her lips and took a half step back.

"Ms. Su," Song Yuesheng looked at Su Yutang with a smile, "This screen can be used for projection, right?"

Su Yutang dug her nails painted with nail polish into her palms, but she kept a perfect smile on her face: "Of course."

Her voice was gentle, but there was a hint of uneasiness in her eyes.

"What does Miss Song want to show?"

Song Yuesheng did not answer immediately, but turned to the woman, her red lips curled up in a dangerous arc: "I now have two pieces of evidence to refute you."

She held up two fingers.

"Evidence, or physical evidence. Which one do you want to see first?"

Su Yutang's heart sank suddenly.

She had clearly investigated everything and found out that Song Yuesheng was always alone during these times... How could he have an alibi?

Can you still make excuses?

"If there is a witness..." Su Yutang suggested calmly, "Human evidence is more convincing."

She added pointedly, "After all, photos... can be processed later."

Song Yuesheng chuckled: "Miss Su is right."

She suddenly turned to Pei Zhaoye and said, "President Pei, please explain where I was on January 1th four years ago."

Pei Zhaoye was stunned, but what he said was different from what everyone thought.

"If I say that you are with me, Song Yuesheng, how credible do you think everyone is of this statement?"

Song Yuesheng shrugged: "Okay, I just need to remember it."

She pointed to the photo in the upper right corner and said, "Please look at the photo in the upper right corner and remember the time 20:27 and the name of the bar we were taken to, Mirage Club."

She tapped her fingertips on the phone screen, and a brand new photo instantly covered the entire screen.

In the selfie, Song Yuesheng was holding up an exaggerated big red beard and his eyes were curved into crescent shapes due to his smile.

Two steps behind her, Pei Zhaoye stared intently at her profile.

The wrong shooting angle makes the beard seem to grow on his face, but it cannot hide the deep tenderness in his eyes.

The entire banquet hall fell silent in an instant.

The affection flowing in the photo is so real that anyone can see it.

Su Yutang stared at the photo, his chest heaving violently.

How come you have this trick?

Didn’t the investigation results say that Song Yuesheng was at home that day?

And some people glanced at Pei Zhaoye and Song Yuesheng standing in front of the stage with obscure eyes, and some things began to show slight cracks.

Pei Zhaoye's heart suddenly shrank.

Memories come back with this photo.

At that time, she accompanied him on a business trip to the neighboring city, but whether she put on makeup or not, she would always attract the attention of her negotiating opponents.

Even though he knew it was just a courtesy, he was still very angry.

"Pei Zhaoye, look at the camera."

"Ok?"

He was sulking the whole time, trying to see when Song Yuesheng would notice that he was in a bad mood, and he didn't notice that she was taking pictures at all.

"When did you buy this outrageous beard? Did you sign up for another performance?"

"Of course not. This is Pei Xiaogou's external expression of jealousy. Look, such a big beard."

Song Yuesheng smiled mischievously and deliberately moved his beard towards his face.

"I do not have."

Pei Zhaoye denied it with a straight face, but couldn't help but be amused by her.

"Really? Then tomorrow when someone praises me, I will definitely thank them and add their contact information or something." Song Yuesheng winked slyly.

“Song Song!”

He hugged the man into his arms, not caring about his beard falling to the ground...

The memory stopped abruptly.

Pei Zhaoye looked at Song Yuesheng not far away, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

The photo has not been deleted for so long...

So he wasn't the only one who was obsessed with it, was he?

But Song Yuesheng's calm, almost cold voice instantly pulled everyone back to reality from the ambiguous atmosphere.

"It takes two hours to fly from Lin City to Ning City." She tapped the screen with her slender fingers, zooming in on the time mark on the map, "not to mention other means of transportation."

She turned to the woman, her eyes sharp as a knife, "Excuse me, how did I manage to take this photo in Lin City at 19:42, and then go back to Ning City to take your photo at 20:27?"

She suddenly chuckled, her red lips curled up in a sarcastic arc.

"Do I know how to teleport, or do I have a portal?"

As she spoke, she swiped her finger, and a landscape photo of Lin City instantly covered the entire screen.

Photos?

Just use it as evidence.

She doesn't have that much time to let these people read her gossip.

"Miss," Song Yuesheng stepped closer, her high heels tapping out a dangerous rhythm on the marble floor, "I have given you many chances."

Her voice became colder and colder, "Since you want to target me so much..."

The woman was frightened by her momentum and began to retreat, her eyes darting around in panic: "No, no one ordered me to..."

"Everyone." Song Yuesheng suddenly turned to the guests with a perfect smile on his face, "I have already wasted too much of your time."

Her tone was so relaxed that it seemed as if she was talking about the weather.

"I won't bother you with the rest."

As soon as she finished speaking, she attacked suddenly -

The slender fingers clasped the woman's wrist like a pair of iron pliers, and with a neat over-the-shoulder throw, she was thrown to the ground.

Before the woman could react, Song Yuesheng slashed accurately at the back of her neck with his knife, and the woman immediately fainted.

There was an uproar in the banquet hall.

Song Yuesheng, however, took off her high heels slowly and calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"Snapped!"

The first shoe hit the knee of a man who was about to slip away.

"Ah!" The other party screamed and fell to the ground.

Next came the bracelets and necklaces. Except for the cell phone, she threw everything she could at them.

The entire banquet hall was dead silent.

"Sister Yue, I started recording the screen from her first sentence. I'm sending it to you now. It's 64% complete..."

"Sure thing, Sparrow Spirit. Now you don't need me to remind you."

The blue sparrow in the sea of ​​stars spun around excitedly and said proudly, "That's right. I'm the winner of the grand prize now. The youngest one."

Song Yuesheng chuckled secretly.

Then, she waved at Wen Jingheng: "Brother!"

Seeing that he was still standing there in a daze, she raised her voice and called out a few more times: "Brother?...Wen Jingheng!"

Wen Jingheng suddenly came back to his senses, and the emotions surging in his eyes instantly subsided: "What's wrong?"

His voice was a little deeper than usual, and his eyes unconsciously swept over the people lying on the ground.

"Please send them to the police station. The police will handle what happened just now. I will ask Miss Su for the surveillance video later..."

"It's unfortunate." Su Yutang suddenly interrupted, stroking her hair with her nail polish-painted fingers, "The surveillance equipment in my manor is broken, and we haven't had time to repair it yet."

"Oh..." Song Yuesheng dragged out the tone and shook the phone, "That's okay. I'm popular, and someone has sent me the video just now. It's being uploaded to the cloud."

Su Yutang's chest heaved violently.

She forced a smile and said, "Please move to the banquet..."

The high heels made a clattering sound on the marble floor.

It's ok.

Just the police station.

Red Bee can handle it.

She will also rescue Chifeng.

But Song Yuesheng...

Since this won't work for her, let's just use our weapons!

"Sister! You were so handsome just now!"

Wen Zhixia fluttered over like a happy little bird, gesticulating with joy, "I must draw your 'Flying Shoes' move into the new comic! The number of clicks will definitely go off the charts!"

Song Yuesheng pinched her sister's cheek lovingly: "I'll teach you some other day?"

"No, no, I can't learn it." Wen Zhixia waved her hands repeatedly.

When she was a child, she secretly watched her sister learn it, but unfortunately she could never learn it.

"Song Yuesheng."

"Why are you looking for my sister?" Wen Zhixia glared at Pei Zhaoye, "A qualified ex-boyfriend should be as quiet as if he were dead. No! He should disappear forever!"