After her death, the crazy boss killed all the villains and committed suicide

This voice?

Pei Yu turned around, and his narrow and long eyes fell on Shen Tang who was not far away.

The gentle and peaceful face in front of me slowly overlapped with the familiar face beside Xiaoyang in my memory.

"...Shen Tang?"

The low voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

"it's me,"

When Shen Tang heard his name, he completely confirmed Pei Yu's identity. He took a few steps forward and looked at him in surprise.

"How will you be here?"

She had just told Luo Yang about Pei Yu during the day, but Pei Yu showed up at night?

No wonder old people often say that you can’t talk about people during the day and you can’t talk about ghosts at night.

Shen Tang is here, but... where is Xiao Yang?

Pei Yu did not answer Shen Tang. No emotion could be seen on his gloomy and handsome face, but his voice was particularly low.

"When will Xiaoyang come?"

"Did you come here specifically to look for Yangyang?"

Shen Tang's gaze met Pei Yu's deep, dark eyes. He felt that he couldn't see through them, so he narrowed his almond-shaped eyes slightly.

"Does Yangyang know?"

No denial.

It seems that Xiaoyang will indeed come tonight.

Pei Yu's eyes flashed with understanding, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the expression on his face softened.

"I don't know. I haven't had a chance to tell her yet."

Shen Tang narrowed his eyes and looked at Pei Yu, asking the questions in his heart.

"Since you haven't made contact yet, how did you find this place?"

Pei Yu thought of Song Jiarou's words, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Shen Tang with a smile.

"It shouldn't be hard to find Xiaoyang's current identity, right?"

Yangyang's name, put together with Mrs. Lu's position, is a matter of concern to the entire upper class in Kyoto.

It’s not difficult to know.

The doubt in Shen Tang's eyes disappeared, and he smiled with pursed lips.

"Too."

"correct,"

Pei Yu looked at Shen Tang with a hint of doubt on his face, but his eyes were full of inquiry.

"Why would Xiaoyang leave Nancheng and become involved with the Lu family?"

Shen Tang was not going to tell Pei Yu any information without Yang Yang's permission.

"I'm not too sure about these things, it's better for you to ask Yangyang yourself,"

she asked with a smile.

"But you, why did you suddenly leave South City back then? Yangyang was depressed for a long time because of this."

Why leave?

The curve of Pei Yu's mouth solidified, his sharp phoenix eyes slowly narrowed, and his thoughts gradually went back to his past.

"People like you are not suitable for learning witchcraft."

"Leave Nancheng, leave Yangyang."

"As long as I'm here, you can never come back."

……

An old, slow female voice echoed in his mind one sentence after another, and Pei Yu's eyes became increasingly gloomy.

But when he looked up again, his expression had returned to normal.

"Something happened, and I had no choice."

However, Yangyang was depressed for a while because of his departure?

There was a gleam in Pei Yu's eyes.

Shen Tang didn't intend to ask further questions, so he nodded.

She and Pei Yu were not close, their only common connection was Yangyang.

Without Yangyang around, she didn't know what to say.

At this time, in a corner not far away.

A pair of eyes looked at the two people standing opposite each other, and the anger and unwillingness in his eyes almost burned.

-

In the banquet hall.

Mr. Qi is old and doesn't like noisy environments.

Lu Minghui sent the person to the lounge upstairs.

Qi Shuwen and Fang Qing walked through the crowd and came in front of Qi Jing and Song Sili.

Qi Jing put the empty wine glass in his hand into the hand of a passing waiter, and then picked up another glass, shaking it slowly between his fingertips, looking at the two of them with a smile.

Song Sili curled his lips and nodded slightly at Qi Shuwen.

"Uncle Qi."

As for Fang Qing beside Qi Shuwen, he didn't even glance at him, and still looked gentle and humble.

Fang Qing tightened his grip on the wine glass, his expression almost failing to maintain.

"Siri, long time no see,"

Qi Shuwen forced a smile and looked at Song Sili kindly and gently.

"Is Jiarou feeling okay?"

Song Sili curled his lips.

"much better."

"That's good, that's good,"

Qi Shuwen said this and looked at the Song family not far away.

"Your uncle and aunt are here, why don't you go say hello?"

Song Sili knew that Qi Shuwen and Qi Jing had something to say to them, so he smiled.

"I'm just about to go, you guys chat,"

He glanced at Qi Jing and turned away.

The smile on Qi Shuwen's face faded, and there was dissatisfaction in his eyes as he looked at Qi Jing.

"Such a long time has passed, and there is still no news from Lu Jingci?"