Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 829: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (42)

The Yuncheng Night Market is filled with fireworks.

The neon signs glowed colorfully in the night, and the smoke from the barbecue stalls filled the air with the aroma of cumin.

Song Yuesheng propped up his chin and looked at the pile of bamboo sticks in front of Jiang Tianmo.

This is already the third round of additional orders.

"And that supervisor——"

Jiang Tianmo's cheeks were puffed up like a hamster hoarding food, and he was waving half a skewer of grilled squid in his right hand. "He insisted that I use Excel to draw the design! What is it... oh, yes, data visualization!"

Oil splashed onto the table as she made exaggerated gestures.

Song Yuesheng took a sip of lemonade, and the ice cubes dinged softly.

Jiang Tianmo - no matter how you look at it, this name should belong to the quiet girl who paints in the misty rain of Jiangnan, not the funny guy in front of you who eats skewers until her lipstick is blurred and can also perform stand-up comedy at the same time.

"Master Painter Jiang." She finally tapped the table with her fingers. "Save your voice. I have to discuss the design plan with Dean Sang tomorrow."

"Don't worry~" Jiang Tianmo drank half a glass of beer heroically, and the bottom of the glass slammed on the plastic table. "I'm on the debate team in college!"

Then he waved at the smoky grill and said, "Boss! Sprinkle more chili powder!

The oil dripped onto the charcoal fire, and a cluster of flames rose up with a "sizzle", illuminating her bright eyes.

In the small plate in front of Song Yuesheng, only half of the roasted eggplant was moved.

Jiang Tianmo glanced at him secretly a few times, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"Sister Yue wants to lose weight?" She finally couldn't help but come closer, her hot barbecue-scented breath whispering in Song Yuesheng's ear, "Actually, you don't..."

"I'm just not hungry." Song Yuesheng gently pushed away her sweaty forehead, "Just enjoy yourself."

Who can have a midnight snack right after dinner?

Anyway, she can't.

“Understood!” Jiang Tianmo immediately drew back her chopsticks, stabbing the fish tofu with the tip of her chopsticks accurately. “Let me tell you something even more outrageous! That lady from the Finance Department…”

Song Yuesheng maintained a polite smile, his fingertips sliding unconsciously across the phone screen.

A new message suddenly popped up in Jiang Xu's chat box.

[Sister, when will you come? Have you forgotten me?]

[You said you wouldn't lie to me.]

[Is he being pestered by some shameless uncle?]

[They are all very bad, with more tricks than lotus roots.]

……

Messages popped up one by one. Song Yuesheng replied, "I didn't forget. I'll come to you when I'm done with my work," and then stopped looking at his phone.

She looked at Jiang Tianmo who was talking excitedly across from her, and suddenly understood what the official match meant.

Jiang Tianmo's chattering and Jiang Xu's occasional talkative nature are exactly the same.

Are these two...the talkative couple?

"...So I poured the coffee on his face!" Jiang Tianmo slammed the table, causing the bamboo sticks to fall. "Sister Yue, don't you think this is a relief?"

"Yeah." Song Yuesheng wiped his fingers slowly.

At the same time in a city in the Northwest.

Su Yunwei dragged her tired body back to the hotel. As her fingertips touched the room card, the lines from the last scene of "The Long Night" were still echoing in her mind.

The moment the door opened, she was stunned.

In the living room, a woman in a neat suit was flipping through documents and looked up when she heard the noise.

There are a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but they make her temperament look more calm.

Next to him stood a young girl with a low ponytail, her hands folded in front of her, like a silent statue.

"Yun Wei is back?" The woman closed the folder, stood up and held out her hand. "I'm your new manager, Lin Lan. Everyone in the industry calls me Sister Lan."

Her nails were trimmed neatly and her watch reflected a cold light.

Su Yunwei subconsciously took a half step back and clenched the door handle with his fingers.

Sister Lan smiled knowingly and pulled out a gold-stamped contract from her briefcase: "This is the contract you signed with Xingyu Media last time. Jiang's liquidated damages have been paid off. From now on, Yunwei, you have to say goodbye to the past."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly turned to the silent girl and said, "Xiao Fei, give the things to Yun Wei."

The assistant named Xiaofei took two steps forward and handed over a new mobile phone.

The screen lit up, displaying a piece of financial news: "Chief Jiang Chengping of the Jiang Group is under investigation for suspected insider trading."

"It's solved." Xiao Fei's voice was as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, with a hoarseness that was not in line with her age. "He won't bother you anymore."

Neon lights flickered outside the window, and the traffic formed a galaxy below the 23rd floor.

Su Yunwei clenched the armrest of the leather sofa and suddenly realized that the number that was like a thorn in her side had indeed not rung again in the past ten days.

Freedom came so suddenly that it seemed like an illusion.

"Miss Song..." she murmured, and the image of Song Yuesheng saying that she would solve the problem appeared in front of her.

Sister Lan poured a cup of warm water into her hand and said, "After the filming of The Long Night is finished, the company recommends that you take a two-month break."

Seeing Su Yunwei's absent-minded look, he added, "Of course, if there is a script that you particularly want to take..."

"I want to rest." Su Yunwei interrupted her, her voice suddenly breaking like a taut string, "It's been three years... I haven't seen the sunrise for a long time."

Sister Lan smiled meaningfully: "Just right. The boss has arranged a private island. You, Xiaofei, and your previous assistant named Xiaoyuan will leave in a while. I will go there to make arrangements now."

She pointed at Xiao Fei and said, "This girl used to be a special forces soldier. She can be a bodyguard and a tour guide."

"what?"

Sister Lan shook the ticket in her hand, "The boss said--"

She suddenly imitated Song Yuesheng's lazy tone, "When a captive bird is released from the cage for the first time, someone has to teach her how to fly."

As expected of an agent with a high status in the circle, it is easy for him to imitate others.

Su Yunwei seemed to see Song Yuesheng saying these words in front of her.

She said softly, "Thank you, Miss Song."

Then he began to look down at the contract.

When I saw the shocking number behind the penalty, I suddenly asked, "Why did Sister Lan come back?"

"Ms. Song asked for this amount." The agent gestured, the smile lines at the corners of his eyes deepening, "It's enough to buy me a leisurely life for the rest of my life."

She blinked: "Besides, the person who can save you from Jiang Chengping is worthy of my making an exception. And Miss Song's backer..."

Sister Lan glanced meaningfully at Xiaofei, who was packing her things in silence.

Su Yunwei didn't pay attention, but suddenly remembered the scene she saw in the teahouse that night.

Si Shu, who has always been decisive, acted like a spoiled child to a woman in that way.

Su Yunwei rubbed his arms violently.

Because of Jiang Chengping, she felt that powerful people like them were all the same.

She never wanted to see that kind of scene again in her life.

It's unbearable.

"Cold?" Xiao Fei suddenly asked.

"no……"

Su Yunwei came back to her senses and buried her face in her palms. "I just suddenly felt that meeting Miss Song..."

The tail sound dissipated in the hum of the air conditioner.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights poured down like a galaxy of stars, and the long night that belonged to her finally saw the first ray of daylight.