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Chapter 846: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (59)

As soon as Xu Yanheng hung up the phone, he met Lin Wenyuan's inquiring gaze.

The female reporter leaned against the door of the tent, with a camera hanging around her neck, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the recorder.

"Reporter Lin, is there anything I can say?" He calmly put away the phone.

Lin Wenyuan stood up and said in a professional tone, "I just want to remind Dr. Xu that even if you are in a marriage relationship, violence is still illegal."

Xu Yanheng suddenly laughed softly.

He took off his gloves slowly, revealing his slender fingers: "Although I am very happy that reporter Lin regards Shengsheng and I as a couple..." The eyes behind the lenses flickered slightly, "But it is best not to say this in front of her when we return home."

"It would bother her."

Lin Wenyuan was speechless for a moment.

She always felt that there was something wrong with these words, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

In fact, she had been full of doubts since the day Xu Yanheng led the team to King's Lynn - he was not on the list of the S City International Medical Team at all.

Why is it that a doctor working in a private Chinese medicine clinic can lead a team to a war zone?

Two weeks later, when the war had completely subsided, Lin Wenyuan finally solved the mystery while interviewing the wounded.

"You mean... Professor Xu?" She looked at the head nurse in front of her in surprise.

"Yes, he's Mr. Xu's grandson." The head nurse wrapped the bandage neatly and pointed to a place not far away. "He studied medicine with his grandfather since he was young, and got his international medical license at the age of 20."

Lin Wenyuan looked in that direction. Xu Yanheng was bending over to check on a wounded man, with sand on the hem of his white coat.

The sunlight filtered through the holes in the tent, casting mottled shadows on him.

She hurried after him: "Doctor Xu!" The microphone reflected the light in the scorching sun, "Can I take a few minutes of your time?"

Xu Yanheng stopped.

Lin Wenyuan quickly handed over the interview microphone, "What prompted you to come to King's Lynn?"

He looked at the houses destroyed by artillery fire in the distance and said softly: "Although I can't bear to see the people of King's Lynn suffer...but..."

He turned his gaze back, his voice suddenly soft, "I just don't want anyone to come here."

"Is it Professor Xu?"

"He is eighty-five years old," Xu Yanheng chuckled. "Some people stopped him from coming to the front line and only let him do rear-line work."

The sunlight cast tiny spots of light on his chiseled profile.

"I'm talking about... someone who is very important to me and whom I love very much."

Lin Wenyuan asked sharply: "Are you also a medical worker?"

"She's not a doctor, nor a reporter." Xu Yanheng took off his glasses and wiped them, with a gentle arc at the corner of his lips, "She's just a kind-hearted girl who I don't want her to have."

"What if..." Lin Wenyuan hesitated for a moment, "What if you can't go back?"

As a news gimmick, she could actually ask if it was the Miss Song from that year, but her goal was to be a responsible reporter and should not casually disclose information about the public.

Especially in times like now.

"I promised to go back." He put on his glasses again, the metal frame flashing a cold light in the sun, "If I can't go back, I'm afraid she will cry."

Although she has seen very few tears so far, they were all tricks she learned from acting classes.

But if she really made her eyes red...Xu Yanheng felt a sudden pain in his heart when he thought of that scene.

"Excuse me." He glanced at his watch. "It's time to make rounds."

Lin Wenyuan finished her conclusion in front of the camera: "Under the treatment of Xu Yanheng's team, using ancient Chinese medicine, the death rate of King's Lynn's wounded has dropped to the lowest level in the war zone..."

"Sister Wenyuan," the photographer turned off the equipment, "Do you want to edit the last part?"

"The original video is being transmitted." Lin Wenyuan untied her long hair. "This kind of relationship is rare nowadays. It can play a certain positive guiding role, but..."

She looked towards the busy medical tent and said, "Let the main station decide whether to edit and broadcast it."

There is an eight-hour time difference between King's Lynn and S City. After the original film was transmitted, the interview was broadcast in its entirety on the evening news of S City the next day.

Once it was broadcast, it immediately sparked heated discussions online.

The official account took the opportunity to start a topic about the difficulty of balancing family and country, and the comment section was full of tributes to this kind of forbearance:

"I cried, this is true love."

“Salute to the families of all those who went against the flow!”

"May you return safely..."

……

Si Shu stared at the trending searches on the phone screen, suddenly made a "tsk" sound, and threw the phone heavily on the sofa.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at Song Yuesheng who was working attentively on his laptop.

"Shengsheng," he leaned over the sofa armrests on either side of her, his voice full of dissatisfaction, "I helped you connect with the editor-in-chief of STYLE, and we were both doing business. But you let Xu Yanheng say those things in the interview?"

Song Yuesheng didn't even raise his head, his fingertips tapping on the keyboard, "Mu Shi and Jiang Tianmo have already returned to the company, Sang Xia can't handle it alone in Yuncheng."

She frowned and avoided his breath, "If you shake my arm again and delay my email, I will leave now."

Si Shu stood up reluctantly, but refused to leave, so he simply rested his chin on her shoulder.

Song Yuesheng let him lean on her and continued typing quickly on the keyboard.

The notification sound of the successful document sending rang out, she closed her notebook and said helplessly: "Aren't you tired?"

Si Shu knew that she was ordering him to leave, but he deliberately misinterpreted it: "You were biased first."

He tightened his arms around her waist, his voice muffled.

"After returning from filming in the northwest, you were too indulgent with them. You didn't care about the time, and you didn't get angry."

"You've cleared yourself pretty well?" Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not going to block you like Fu Yunzhi did." Si Shu nuzzled her neck, his breath spraying on her sensitive skin. "Have I taken the initiative to look for you in S City these days?"

Seeing Song Yuesheng turned to look at him, Si Shu took the opportunity to steal a kiss on the corner of her lips, and said as a matter of course: "Today doesn't count. If I didn't come to see you, you must have forgotten that it is the 100th anniversary of our company's opening."

Song Yuesheng: "..."

This excuse is really...

She pushed him away speechlessly: "Who would commemorate such a day?"

"Humph." Si Shu was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "I will."

He suddenly turned her shoulders and looked into her eyes with his deep eyes, "Shengsheng, you can't favor one over the other." His fingertips gently stroked her wrist bones, "Otherwise I will really be angry."

Outside the window, the city’s neon lights gradually light up.

Si Shu's shadow loomed over her, casting their overlapping figures on the floor-to-ceiling window.

Except for Lin Jing's issue which has not been resolved, everything is gradually getting back on track.

Song Yuesheng was free now, so he followed his instructions, and said nonchalantly, "Tell me, what do you want?"

Si Shu's fingertips gently stroked the back of her hand: "Give me a name."

"Hmm?" Song Yuesheng raised her eyebrows and pursed her red lips.

"Just post it on my circle of friends." Si Shu's eyes were burning, as if he wanted to see through her.

Song Yuesheng suddenly chuckled, and a bright smile appeared in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

She stretched out her slender jade fingers and gently lifted the man's chin: "CEO Si, who are the people in your circle of friends? How many of them are mutual friends? Do you need me to list them one by one?"

She could feel the tautness of his jawline against her fingertips.

Si Shu grabbed her wrist and said, "You won't show your face."

His thumb gently stroked her delicate skin, "Shengsheng, I'm not the kind of man who would be blinded by jealousy. I always put your affairs first and will not let you be in danger."

The corners of Song Yuesheng's lips twitched slightly.

If he really was Brother Sober, she wouldn't have so many troubles.

Each and every one of them says nice things.

But in the end, after the candlelight dinner of the "company's 100-day anniversary", she acquiesced to the photo of their interlocking fingers - after all, before resolving the plight of the Lin sisters, she still needed him to take control of the overall situation of her company.

only……

Song Yuesheng's thoughts drifted far away.

According to the online news time, when the system announced the mission, Lin Wenyuan was already in the King's Lynn war zone. Her predicament might have been solved by Xu Yanheng who secretly went there.

If this is the case, the only person left is Lin Jing, who is the most difficult to deal with.

Can't find anyone online.

The related entries that were searched for were nothing except for the occasional attendance at certain business gatherings that could be photographed.

The last time was the Lin Group’s centenary celebration two years ago.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

Sudden.

The phone vibrated wildly, interrupting her thoughts.

Song Yuesheng picked up her phone and saw that the group "Loving Family" was already buzzing. Except for Si Shu, everyone was madly @ing her:

[Fu Yunzhi]: @Song, explain, why did you agree to the proposal?

[Lu Xingyi]: Did that bastard Si Shu threaten you?

[Jiang Xu]: Sister, wake up!

[Xu Yanheng]: [King's Lynn battlefield photo.jpg] I will be able to return home in two days

[Jiang Xu]: I don’t believe it, it must be photoshopped!

……

Proposal?

Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes, his fingertips hovering above the screen, and he didn't react for a moment.

She clearly remembered that she had not agreed to anything ridiculous recently.

Song Yuesheng directly clicked on Si Shu’s circle of friends.

The latest update was the official announcement from STYLE magazine a few days ago inviting Su Yunwei to shoot a photo shoot. Apart from that, everything was clean and there was nothing unusual.

Okay.

Set it invisible to her.

Song Yuesheng laughed, then hacked directly into his backstage.

Half an hour later.

She finally saw the hidden post.

"mine."

The accompanying picture is a photo of ten fingers clasped together, with ambiguous light and shadow. There is a diamond ring on her ring finger, reflecting a dazzling light under the light.

She sneered, took a screenshot, and threw it into the group chat.

[Song]: @Si Shu, when did I get an extra ring?

[Si Shu]: Who told you?

——[Si Shu] withdrew a message——

The next second, a private chat window popped up.

Si Shu's messages popped up one after another.

"It's so ugly with the fingers empty, it's just right to edit the picture."

"I didn't say anything else. They just made it up in their own minds."

"The more I explain, the more confusing it becomes. I might as well not explain at all."

Song Yuesheng stared at the screen, tapped the keyboard twice with his fingertips, and finally replied with a thumbs-up emoticon that said "You win", then switched back to the group chat and sent a simple message:

[Song]: You can say that I am biased or unfair, but this matter ends here. Don’t come to me with this kind of thing again. I won’t agree to it.

She doesn't care about their jealousy - as long as it doesn't affect her life.

But now, Si Shu's circle of friends has subtly broken a certain delicate balance.

If she doesn't stop it, how will she live her life in the future?

How to complete the task?

Thinking of this, Song Yuesheng suddenly realized that he had overlooked a key issue.

She tapped her temples with her fingertips and called out, "Sparrow Spirit, can I see the progress value of this task now? Or do I have to wait until it is all completed before I can get a notification?"

At this time, Blue Sparrow was sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​stars, playing poker with other systems happily. Upon hearing this, he immediately threw down the cards in his hand.

"Oh, Sister Yue! Wait a minute, I'll check--" It flapped its wings and pulled up the data panel, its voice suddenly rising, "80% Sister Yue! Victory is in sight!"

Song Yuesheng raised her eyebrows when she heard that, and her red lips curled up in a playful arc.

Has it already progressed to this extent?

It seems that we can put Lin Wenyuan aside for the time being.

She quickly opened her phone, booked the earliest flight to City A the next day, and then got up to pack her luggage.

As the night deepened, she had just closed her suitcase when the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Ding-dong-"

Song Yuesheng paused, closed his eyes, and sighed helplessly.

You don't need to think about who will come at this time.

But Si Shu is the male protagonist. If something life-threatening happens after staying outside overnight, the system will definitely blame her.

She took a deep breath resigned to her fate, opened the door, and sure enough, saw Si Shu standing outside.

The ceiling light in the corridor cast shadows of varying shades on his well-defined face, making him look even more gloomy than usual.

Before he could speak, Song Yuesheng stepped aside to let him in, saying calmly, "Although I am angry, I have already vented my anger in the group. There will be no cold war, so you don't have to make this trip specially."

Si Shu's eyes swept across the suitcase in the middle of the living room, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but in the end he just whispered: "Shengsheng, what Xu Yanheng said in the news... makes me very uneasy."

He took a step forward, his fingertips brushing her wrist gently, "I'm afraid you'll end up choosing someone else."

Song Yuesheng looked up at him and suddenly found it a little funny.

"I told you, right? I may never get married in my life."

"I know." Si Shu suddenly reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his voice hoarse, "But the longer it takes, the more scared I get. Shengsheng, facing you, I don't have a strong enough heart to stop thinking about it."

The room fell silent for a moment, leaving only the sounds of each other's breathing.

Song Yuesheng looked at his tense jawline and sighed barely audibly.

Then, she took a step forward, tiptoed gently, and brushed her lips across the slightly cool corners of his mouth like a dragonfly touching the water: "Si Shu, you should believe me."

The kiss was like flipping a switch.

Si Shu suddenly grabbed the back of her head and deepened the contact. The scent of mint and cedar overwhelmed her. It was not until she bit his lower lip in revenge that he gasped and let go: "...I'll take you away tomorrow morning?"

"No need." She pressed her hand against his forehead to calm her breathing, and wiped the blood off his lips with her fingertips, "Don't push your luck."

"Okay... I'm leaving." He said in a hoarse voice, and finally turned and left.

The night breeze is slightly cool.

Si Shu got into the car, and his image of licking his wound was reflected in the rearview mirror.

He looked at the fading lights of the apartment and suddenly laughed softly, "You're too soft-hearted, Shengsheng..." His fingertips stroked the wound on his lip, his eyes surging with dark currents, "This self-torture trick can last a lifetime."