Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 812: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (25)

When Song Yuesheng left Lanyu Temple, he specially asked for a blessed cinnabar bracelet.

The red rope wrapped around the slender wrist makes the skin look like jade.

Although she spent tens of thousands of dollars, she felt inexplicably at ease when she touched the warm jade beads, and just regarded it as a psychological comfort.

The days that followed went surprisingly smoothly.

Fu Yunzhi never showed up again, and Si Shu didn't call either.

At this moment, she had just finished a difficult sword scene. Sweat dripped down her chin onto her costume. Her fingertips stroked the Sanskrit engravings on the bracelet. She nodded with satisfaction: the money was well spent.

"Get ready for the next game!"

The shout from the script supervisor interrupted his thoughts. Song Yuesheng picked up the blood-stained prop knife and walked towards his position, not noticing the pair of deep eyes under the brim of the peaked cap behind the monitor of Group B.

"boom--"

The accident came suddenly.

One of the extras accidentally dropped a prop knife made of iron and wood, which hit her right leg hard on the old injury.

The piercing pain made her bend over instantly, but she gritted her teeth and stood up straight before the director shouted "Cut", and the blade drew a beautiful arc.

"You don't care about the actors getting hurt?"

The deep voice sent a chill down the director's spine.

When I turned around, I saw Fu Yunzhi tapping the armrest with his knuckles, and his eyes in the shadow of his hat were frighteningly cold.

"Boss Fu, collisions are unavoidable in fighting scenes..." The director wiped the sweat off his forehead and immediately changed his words when he saw the man's gloomy face. "I promise to strengthen safety management!"

They were very excited that Fu suddenly invested in their small web drama.

But Fu Yunzhi dressed modestly every day and sat all day long. The actors were not affected, but he, as the director, felt very uncomfortable every moment.

Problems are most likely to occur in the literary scenes in Group A. Why is he worried about the fighting scenes here?

But the investor is his father, and he, as a small director, can’t say anything.

Finally, as the sun was setting, the big man next to him stood up.

I leave at this time every day, and I must go to Fu’s company to handle company matters.

"I won't be here starting tomorrow." He lowered the brim of his hat, just enough to block Song Yuesheng's sight. "I'll review the finished film myself."

The director let out a long sigh and watched the strange investor leave.

Little did he know that around the corner, Fu Yunzhi was staring at the figure at the door of the dressing room through the reflection of the fire-proof glass.

When Song Yuesheng changed out of his costume, the stage manager brought him a revised notice.

The shooting period was shortened, and as the third female stunt double, I could finish the filming in nine more days.

She folded the dancer's costume she would use tomorrow and suddenly remembered that it was almost a month.

To be honest, she had no idea what Si Shu could achieve.

at the same time.

Top floor of Sishi Group, S City

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights are blood-red in the twilight.

Si Shu stood in front of the panoramic glass, the phone screen between his fingers lit up with a dazzling light:

[Sir, there is still no trace of Miss Song. —Night Owl]

His joints turned white from excessive force, and the tempered glass reflected the violence surging in his eyes.

Half a month has passed, and she has evaporated like a drop of water on the asphalt road in midsummer, leaving no stains behind.

"Shengsheng..." His Adam's apple rolled and his voice was hoarse and out of tune, "Where on earth have you been hiding? Don't you want to move in with me..."

"boom--!"

The office door was violently kicked open.

Shen Zhirang stood at the door, his expensive suit wrinkled like a rag, the dark circles under his eyes spreading to his cheekbones, making him look like a walking zombie.

"Si Shu!" He rushed in roaring, "Where did you hide her?!"

Shen Zhirang first went to find Xu Yanheng. The guy looked distraught and asked her about Shengsheng's whereabouts. He mentioned the name "Si Shu" and said they had a relationship.

Ah.

The assistant poked his head in timidly: "Boss Si, Boss Shen..."

"Go down." Si Shu ordered without turning his head.

The moment the door closed, he turned around and smiled creepily, "Shen's accounting scandal has made the headlines, and Mr. Shen still has the time to mess with me?"

Shen Zhirang slammed his fist on the desk, knocking over the coffee cup, and the brown liquid spread on the documents like dried blood.

"The phone is not connected, there is no one in the school, and all the crews have been looking for her!" He grabbed Si Shu's tie, "Did you seduce her and lock her up--"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?" Si Shu slowly pried open his fingers, "After all... Mr. Shen has a criminal record."

His voice was as gentle as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, "You made Shengsheng live an inhuman life for fourteen years, have you forgotten?"

Shen Zhirang staggered back and knocked over the floor lamp.

In the shadows, Si Shu's sneer was like a knife scraping across her eardrums: "And your disgusting love will only make her sick."

The memory flashed back to that day in the hospital. Song Yuesheng uttered the most gentle curse between his lips: "I want to see you die."

Yeah...she hated him.

I wish he would die.

Naturally, she stopped answering his calls, and with Si Shu's help, she naturally wanted to avoid seeing him.

Si Shu coldly watched Shen Zhirang's staggering back, but he didn't feel any pleasure at all.

The surveillance footage froze at the airport where Song Yuesheng last appeared. The figure at the security checkpoint was as thin as fog that could dissipate at any time.

The strange thing is that when I checked the flights, I couldn't find the flight she left on.

Eighteen days.

He didn't even know which direction she went.

**

eight pm.

The automatic door of the convenience store slid open with a "ding dong" sound. Song Yuesheng took half a step with a plastic bag in his hand and almost bumped into someone's arms.

When I looked up, I saw Fu Yunzhi whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

"What a coincidence, sister~" the smoky voice wrapped in the night wind brushed past my ears, "We are destined to be together."

Song Yuesheng squeezed the plastic bag tightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched under the mask.

The fool would believe that the president with hundreds of millions of dollars in a minute would show up at the corner convenience store late at night.

What's more, she is wearing a baseball cap and a mask now. How could someone who has only met her once recognize her?

So... since Fu Yun didn't show up in the past few days, he must have sent someone to look for her information and location.

It seems that the exorcism bracelet that costs tens of thousands of dollars is useless.

"Sister, why aren't you surprised?" Fu Yunzhi suddenly leaned in, her eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes, "Did you foresee that you would meet me?"

Catching a glimpse of the inquiring gaze of the passers-by, Song Yuesheng took a half step back: "You got the wrong person."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

But Fu Yunzhi still followed her, even to the hotel where she was staying.

While waiting for the elevator on the first floor, Song Yuesheng finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Mr. Fu, why did you follow me all the way? Last time I was just forced to do something."

Fu Yunzhi tilted his head, with a cunning light in his eyes: "Who said I was following you?"

He waved the room card, "2108, which floor does my sister live on?"

"This hotel is not Fu's property."

"I just bought it the day before yesterday~" He suddenly leaned over and breathed on Song Yuesheng's ear. "Sister is paying so much attention to me, how come I didn't notice it?"

Song Yuesheng: "..."

"Ding--"

The moment the elevator door opened, the hotel manager happened to pass by. When he saw Fu Yunzhi, his face suddenly changed and he bowed hurriedly: "Mr. Fu! Why did you come in person? Is there anything I can do..."

Song Yuesheng took the opportunity to slip into the elevator and quickly pressed the door closing button.

Just as the metal door was about to close, a bony hand suddenly inserted itself into the gap.

"Danger!"

She instinctively pressed the door-opening button, and the elevator door slid open again, revealing Fu Yunzhi's face with a smirk.