After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

"Am I crazy?" Bai Ziyu's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, becoming sharp and harsh: "You have done it all, are you still afraid of me saying it? Tan Huaicheng, what if you like Chu Yanyi? Chu Yanyi even Even if a proud man like Song Yanxi looks down on you, how can he look down on a carefree and romantic person like you?"

"Haha, I think that if I heroically save a beauty, I can win her back, but that's just wishful thinking. Chu Yanyi is a cold-blooded and ruthless person who can ruin the Bai family and send his own father to prison. , even if you died for him, he wouldn't be moved at all, and might even doubt you. Tan Huaicheng, just give up on this! A rotten person like you only deserves to be surrounded by fakes one after another. Find comfort in yourself!”

Bai Ziyu was so angry that he vented his inner emotions all at once. After speaking, he became more and more arrogant, and he didn't even know what he said.

Tan Huaicheng frowned slightly and said in a very calm tone: "You are right, I am a romantic person, just like a puddle of mud on the ground. And he is like the white moon hanging high in the sky, the mud If you want to touch the bright moon, you will only make it dirty. Even if the bright moon doesn't mind the dirt of the mud, the mud may not have the courage to reach out."

When Bai Ziyu heard this, he glared at him fiercely: "Chu Yanyi is the bright moon hanging high in the sky in your heart, so what are I, my brother, Jiang and Bai... what are we in your heart?" ?Is it the dust on the ground?”

Tan Huaicheng closed his eyes lightly, too lazy to answer his question.

Bai Ziyu didn't give up, gritted his teeth and shouted hysterically: "Tan Huaicheng, answer me, me, my brother, Jiang and Bai... what are we in your heart?"

Tan Huaicheng opened his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Bai Ziyu, each of you and I are just getting what we need. Does it matter what you are in my heart? You are so entangled in this issue. Could it be that you feel that Should I fall in love with you after you've slept with me a few times?"

After a pause for a few seconds, he suddenly stared at Bai Ziyu playfully: "You are so angry, could you be in love with me?"

Bai Ziyu was suddenly stunned. After a while, he shouted in a high voice: "Whoever likes you, please stop being so sentimental! I'm not blind, how could I fall in love with a rotten person like you!"

Tan Huaicheng smiled instead of getting angry: "It's okay if you don't have one. I hate being emotionally involved with my bed partner."

"Tan Huaicheng, I curse you to never get what you ask for and to die alone!"

After Bai Ziyu yelled these words, he ran out of the ward in large strides.

The wind blowing in from the window gently rolled the curtains, and the quiet ward echoed Tan Huaicheng's low voice: "You are just like me, you are all a puddle of mud on the ground."

He seemed to be talking to himself, or answering Bai Ziyu's question just now.

......

Song Yanxi had been waiting for Chen Huai's investigation results for the past two days, but before the results came, he received a surprising phone call.

"Yanxi, I want to know who the person you met ten years ago is. Come to XXX Cafe to find me within an hour. I won't wait if you are late."

Bai Lian dialed Song Yanxi's phone from an unfamiliar number, fearing that he would hang up as soon as he heard her voice, so he spoke a few words quickly and hung up the phone.

Song Yanxi's heart skipped a beat, and she held up the phone for a long time before putting it down.

Chen Huai was not in the company. He called his secretary Liang Jing to explain some things, then took the car key and left the office door.

Arriving at XXX Cafe, when Song Yanxi opened the door expressionlessly, Bai Lian held the coffee and sipped it carefully.

Bai Lian was still wearing a white suit, with a rosy face. Except for the occasional hint of unnoticeable fatigue between his brows, he looked in good condition.

It seemed that the bankruptcy of the Bai family had no impact on him at all.

"Yanxi, what kind of coffee are you drinking?" Bai Lian put down the coffee cup and looked at him with a smile.

Song Yanxi pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at him lightly: "You tricked me into coming here. Just tell me what your purpose is. I don't have the leisure to drink coffee with you."

The smile on Bai Lian's lips condensed slightly, and she waved to the waiter standing next to her: "You go ahead and do your work."

The latter nodded obediently: "Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. If you need anything, just press the summons bell on your right."

After they left, Bai Lian raised her eyes to look at Song Yanxi and asked slowly: "Yanxi, did you like me before Chu Yanyi showed up?"

"Never." Song Yanxi said without any hesitation.

The two short words pierced deeply into Bai Lian's heart like a sharp knife, and when he spoke again, his voice seemed to be broken: "Am I in your heart a substitute for the person you met ten years ago?"

"Yes."

Chu Yanyi told him before that he was the substitute, and because he didn't hear Song Yanxi admit it with his own ears, there was always a trace of luck in his heart.

Now that I heard Song Yanxi's answer without any hesitation, the last trace of luck in my heart disappeared.

"Yanxi, you regard me as a substitute for the person you met ten years ago, but do you know that the person you met ten years ago is me."

Bai Lian just looked at the other person, and as he expected, he saw the expression on the man's face freeze, his pupils trembled, and shock flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, Chu Yanyi did not tell Song Yanxi that he was the same person ten years ago.

Then it doesn't stop you from using it.

His eyes pretended to be sad: "The person you met ten years ago was obviously me. Not only did you not recognize me, but you also regarded me as my own substitute."

Song Yanxi narrowed his eyes slightly: "What evidence do you have to prove that the person I met ten years ago was you?"

"It turns out that I don't have any trust in you." Bai Lian showed a sad smile: "When you met me ten years ago, I was wearing a white suit and sitting in front of the piano playing "Piano Concerto No. 3" ". At that time, I also gave you a bouquet of white roses. You later planted white roses in your residence, not because you liked roses, but because I gave you a bouquet of white roses. Yanxi, I said Right?"