Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 726: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Song Yuesheng's eyes were fixed precisely on Wen Jingheng's slender back.

She walked quickly through the crowd of people drinking and chatting, and just before he was about to step into the auction room, she said, "Brother."

Wen Jingheng's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He turned around, and his eyes narrowed slightly when they met Song Yuesheng.

"I heard from my little sister that you have an auction number plate," Song Yuesheng walked up to him and gently tapped the gold-plated number plate in his hand with her fingertips, "I'll help you hold it later, and by the way, buy some jewelry that I like."

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone around her to hear clearly.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The guests around them stopped talking at the same time, their eyes moving back and forth between the two of them.

The eldest daughter of the Wen family has always been mysterious, so they naturally couldn't recognize Song Yuesheng.

What surprised them was that Wen Jingheng, who usually kept strangers away, did not refuse immediately.

Wen Jingheng's gaze fell on the gauze on her forehead, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Did she really remember?

His Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"elder brother?"

Song Yuesheng waved in front of him, her eyes clear and frank, without any ambiguity.

It had only been twenty minutes since they had parted in the lounge, but her attitude had completely changed.

A strange emotion suddenly surged into my heart, like a thin needle piercing my heart.

Wen Jingheng subconsciously clenched the number plate: "Just tell me what you want."

"But I don't come to auctions often." Song Yuesheng tilted his head, a cunning light flashing in his eyes, "Can you let me hold it for fun?"

"No." Wen Jingheng's voice became a little colder.

"Oh."

Song Yuesheng turned around without hesitation, his eyes fixed on Yan Sui who was watching the show, "Then I'll go find my friend."

Yan Sui raised his eyebrows and shook the red wine glass in his hand gently: "Miss Song, do you think we are friends when you look at me like this?"

His voice was full of amusement.

"Of course," Song Yuesheng stepped forward, "I am the friend who gave you the mint candy seven years ago. Doctor Yan, you can't... forget it, right?"

Yan Sui's gaze lingered on the gauze on her forehead for a moment.

Is it true that his memory has been restored this time, or is it another carefully designed cover-up?

He suddenly chuckled: "Miss Song is unforgettable at first sight, how could she forget it?"

He extended his hand gracefully.

"Then... I'll be in trouble."

Whether it is true or false, we will eventually know.

What's more...the experimental data needs to be further improved.

Just when Song Yuesheng was about to hold his hand, Wen Jingheng suddenly grabbed her wrist with such force that she frowned slightly.

"This is your first time at this kind of event," he said in a low and dangerous voice, "you'd better not stay too far away from me."

After saying this, he took her to the auction hall without giving her any chance to refuse.

Yan Sui watched the two people's departing backs, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

It seems...he really underestimated Miss Song.

This data was much more interesting than he had expected.

Listening to the people around him whispering about how the head of the Wen family was special to a woman, Yan Sui explained for the first time: "Everyone should stop making assumptions."

"The one just now was the eldest daughter of the Wen family who had been claiming to be ill, Song Yuesheng."

Song Yuesheng was taken by Wen Jingheng to the front row VIP area and sat down.

She could clearly feel the countless inquiring gazes behind her, making her feel uneasy.

But no matter what happened later, it was not as good as Pei Zhaoye's burning gaze next to him.

She couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.

I greeted him out of politeness, but he acted as if he didn't hear me.

Song Yuesheng had no choice but to ignore it.

The auction was in full swing after Su Yutang gave a speech.

But the male protagonists are very conservative.

Basically no one took pictures of the collection.

Song Yuesheng turned his head slightly to look at Wen Jingheng: "You are also just looking but not buying? Isn't this a charity party?"

Wen Jingheng's eyes fell on her fingertips tapping the armrest: "Don't you want jewelry?"

"You should believe that I have the ability to get the full amount." Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows.

Mainly because she was worried about the clue left by 2233, which required her to get the ninth jewel on her own.

A sneer came from the right.

Song Yuesheng turned around, a sharp flash in his eyes: "Boss Pei, could it be that we have the same aesthetic taste and are going to grab the same piece of jewelry later?"

Pei Zhaoye deliberately avoided the gauze on her forehead and looked at her empty wrist: "Thinking too much is a disease."

His tone was deliberately distant.

Song Yuesheng suddenly relaxed and even patted his chest exaggeratedly: "It's okay, it's okay."

She deliberately raised her voice, "Otherwise, even if I sell everything I have, I still can't compare to the wealth of Pei Group."

This remark caused several guests around to cover their mouths and laugh.

Wen Jingheng was about to speak when he saw Song Yuesheng suddenly straighten his back.

The auctioneer on the stage announced loudly: "Lot No. 9, the 'Eternal Chasing Light' bracelet!"

At the booth, a sunflower bracelet interwoven with rose gold and white gold shone brightly under the spotlight.

"The starting price is three million."

"Eighty million."

Song Yuesheng's cold voice cut through the air.

The audience was silent.

The auctioneer's hands trembled noticeably, and his eyes widened behind his glasses: "Numbers 10 and 16, 80 million each..."

"Eighty-one million."

Su Yutang's lazy voice came from the VIP area on the left. Her red lips were slightly raised, and a strand of hair was entangled with her fingertips.

The auctioneer cleared his throat awkwardly: "Ms. Su, these jewels originally belonged to the Su family..."

“It’s all for charity.”

Su Yutang interrupted him, but his eyes fixed on Song Yuesheng across the crowd.

"Ninety million."

"Ninety-one million."

Song Yuesheng's fingertips trembled slightly.

This cat and mouse game...she was too familiar with it.

"Three hundred million."

Just as Song Yuesheng was about to raise her sign, Pei Zhaoye suddenly grabbed her wrist with such force that it hurt her wrist bone.

"Have you hit your head and gone mad?" His eyes were filled with incomprehensible emotions. "How can this broken bracelet be worth so much? There are many sunflower-themed jewels that are better than this."

Song Yuesheng did not shy away from the various looks from the people around him and gently broke free from his shackles.

"Three hundred million."

She repeated it again, holding the number plate high, and then turned to Wen Jingheng, "My dear brother, don't worry, I won't use a penny of the Wen family's money."

Wen Jingheng's eyes darkened.

The way she was drawing a line in the sand made him more... annoyed than before.

"The Wen family can afford this amount of money."

"But I don't need to."

Song Yuesheng's voice was very soft, but it was like a sharp blade.

Su Yutang took in the scene in front of him.

She chose not to add more.

Just as Pei Zhaoye said, three hundred million is far more than the value of this bracelet.

Finally, the hammer fell three times and the whole audience was in an uproar.

When paying, Song Yuesheng signed the check first, and the pen made a rustling sound on the paper.

"Please write the buyer's name as Song Yuesheng."

She made a point of speaking so clearly that everyone present could hear it.

As the money and goods were exchanged, the voice of the sparrow spirit was heard.

"Sister Yue, Sister Yue, the mission value can be checked!"

"95%!"

Song Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief.

but……

Her savings of the past four years, plus the money from selling the house before returning to Ning City, were gone.

Ugh.

I really hope that the day of salary payment in ten days will come soon.

Otherwise, the system mall can only solve food problems but not other things.

**

Song Yuesheng spent 300 million to buy a bracelet, and immediately became the focus of attention after the auction.

The gazes from all directions, some of them shocked, some inquiring, some envious, interweave into an invisible web.

"Miss Wen is really generous." A noble lady dressed in jewels came forward first.

Song Yuesheng had a proper smile on his lips, and his fingertips gently stroked the bracelet on his wrist: "Charity is worth the price."

"Where is Miss Wen employed? Could it be the Wen Group..."

"It's the Creation Research Institute." Song Yuesheng interrupted the other party's probing, a sly look flashing in his eyes, "Recently, they are studying the application of CRISPR-Cas9 gene editing technology in neurodegenerative diseases."

She continued, deliberately using technical terms, "particularly via the adeno-associated viral vector delivery system..."

The ladies' smiles froze on their faces, their carefully painted lips opened and closed slightly, but they could only squeeze out a few polite words like "Miss Wen is amazing" and "So professional", and soon left with excuses.

The crowd finally dispersed and Song Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief.

She was about to leave when Yan Sui's low voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Song Yuesheng." He leaned against the Roman column, "You are crazier than you were seven years ago."

Song Yuesheng turned around, and the strands of hair on her forehead swayed slightly with her movement.

She raised her right wrist wearing the expensive bracelet, drawing a dazzling arc under the light.

"But..." His lips curled up into a wanton smile, "It looks so handsome to get the full amount."

The light from the diamonds on the bracelet reflected in her eyes, as if falling into thousands of stars.

Yan Sui's eyes darkened and he cursed in his heart.

He squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "The job that suits you best is not in the laboratory..."

Song Yuesheng chuckled when she heard that, and her fingertips nonchalantly rolled up a strand of hair.

"I'll just take this as Dr. Yan praising my beauty." She raised the corners of her eyes slightly, with a hint of lazy provocation.

"There's an old saying that goes, 'too much wisdom will lead to injury.'" Yan Sui looked at her, "Song Yuesheng, if you keep doing this... you'll end up in pieces sooner or later."

Song Yuesheng did not retreat but advanced: "It's a loss if I suffer a loss."

"Although I don't know why you tried so hard to test me when I lost my memory..." She smiled at him, "But seven years ago...thank you very much."

Without him, the original owner might not be able to live a carefree life.

Song Yuesheng turned his back to him and waved: "Let's go."

Yan Sui stood there until her figure disappeared around the corner.

He slowly took out his phone, called up the encrypted black interface, and then typed in word by word at the bottom right of the comparison column:

[Pride is like a blade, calmness is like ice.]

She uses beauty as bait, but leaves her sincerity aside.

He acts arbitrarily and without regard for the consequences. He seems to be affectionate but is actually heartless.

Conclusion: Sample B is more dangerous than sample A.

Note: Must stay away from]

After typing the last word, Yan Sui closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he deleted the last line of words and re-typed the words "Join the game yourself and find out why others are willing to sink into depravity."

As soon as Song Yuesheng stepped out of the auction hall, he suddenly felt a piercing chill on the back of his neck.

She turned around suddenly and found that no one was looking at her.

"sister!"

Wen Zhixia suddenly rushed over from the side and patted her shoulder heavily, "You were so handsome just now!"

The girl's cheeks flushed with excitement.

"I should have raised the sign earlier. Three hundred million! It's so satisfying!"

Song Yuesheng forced a smile: "Little sister, Sang Wan, I'm a little tired, I'm going back first. You two have fun here."

"Let's go together later!" Wen Zhixia took her arm, "My brother drove here, so it's a good opportunity for us to go home together. Mom and Dad will definitely be very happy!"

Just as the words of refusal came to his lips, a sharp electric noise suddenly rang out throughout the banquet hall.

Everyone looked at the same time.

——On the central large screen, the black login interface of Shadow System appeared clearly.

Sang Wan subconsciously grabbed Song Yuesheng's arm.

Song Yuesheng patted her hand to comfort her, but his eyes were scanning Su Yutang's figure.

Apart from the heroine, she couldn't think of anyone else who could cause trouble at the charity gala hosted by the Su family.

"Everyone, please take a look!"

A disheveled woman rushed out from nowhere, her hand holding the megaphone shaking violently, "This is a dark web, it seems to solve emotional problems, but in fact it tracks, eavesdrops, and even..."

"You are the one who did all this!"

The woman pointed at Song Yuesheng hysterically.

"Song Yuesheng, you broke up my boyfriend and I! You're the one who made me like this!"