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At 07:30 in the evening, Song Lai picked up Song Changming from Songjian Villa, and then drove to Manchester Hotel.

There was not much communication between the two along the way. Occasionally, Song Changming would ask a few questions about the hotel. Whatever he asked, Song Lai would answer. He didn't talk too much, and his tone was neither flattering nor arrogant. It was not so much a conversation between father and son. Rather, it was an interrogation between superiors and subordinates, without much emotion in it.

Song Changming didn't look sideways at Song Lai until he could see the Manchester building, and asked in a calm voice, "There are a lot of people coming tonight, are you sure?"

Song Lai also looked at him, as if waiting for his words, Song Lai pursed his lips and laughed.

Seeing him like this, Song Changming was a little confused. He never understood this son, and it's the same now.

"What are you laughing at? You have the chance to win?"

Song Lai stopped laughing, but still had that half-smile look on his face, "On the contrary, I'm not sure."

"But you don't have to worry, after all, I am not the only Song family member at the reception tonight."

As soon as Song Lai finished speaking, the car stopped at the entrance of the hotel lobby. Song Lai glanced at the traffic outside the car, opened the door first, and nodded slightly to Song Changming in the car, "Father, we're here."

Song Changming still maintained the posture of looking up at Song Lei. At this moment, the seemingly shrewd and capable son in front of him was completely different from the playful and smiling man just now, but Song Changming felt a little scared.

Song Changming has always known that Song Lai is not an obedient child, and the Song family has not treated him well all these years. If Song Yuan hadn't had an accident, it would not be his turn to shoulder the burden of the Song family.

Maybe it was to remind himself, Song Changming always felt that the little thoughts he exposed from time to time carried the bad roots of his biological mother, which was what Song Changming hated the most.

Song Lai didn't wait for him, Song Changming didn't move, and he didn't bother to deal with it. He just wanted to end the reception as soon as he had a headache.

Seeing Song Lai walking towards the hotel, Ye Yuanhong also got out of the car, and threw the car keys to the waiter beside him, "Park in the parking lot in area c."

Song Changming looked at Song Lai who disappeared at the end of the red carpet, and laughed.

It wasn't too early for Song Lai to arrive, the people who were supposed to come had almost arrived.

Song Lai walked all the way, saying hello to those old things in sheep's clothing one by one. Although he had a smile on his face, he had already scolded all those old guys like jackals and leopards in his heart.

After going around for a while, Song Lai leaned against the table to take a breath, took the wine glass handed over by Ye Yuanhong, took a sip, and found that it was honey grapefruit water, raised his eyebrows, and pouted at Ye Yuanhong, " Where did you get it?"

Ye Yuanhong's face remained normal, and he replied, "I bought the kitchen.

You just took the medicine, you can't drink alcohol. "

Song Lai pursed his lips, suppressed a childish smile, and was interrupted by a few people walking towards him just as he was about to say something.

"Hey, Young Master Song, I haven't seen you for a few days and you are handsome again. In my opinion, your hotel should invite you to be the image ambassador! If you stop there, why don't you rush over there? How can you be like us? Bad old man, you can't count on this old face!"

The person who spoke was Boss Zhang of Shengting Hotel. He was originally a door-to-door son-in-law who relied on his wife to make a fortune. Now that he has a few filthy money, he starts to show off like a human being. After working in the hotel industry for so many years, he has not learned anything else. Knowing these yin and yang strange energy.

Boss Zhang just finished speaking, and the few people behind him echoed.

Song Lai squinted his eyes and looked at them all, but he didn't see any special characters, it was just a group of small fish and shrimp who wanted to follow Sheng Ting's sarcasm to get rid of their addiction, just pretending to be powerful.

Seeing that Song Lai was silent, Boss Zhang put his hands in his pockets and smiled even more wantonly, "Why is Mr. Song not looking well today? Why, have you had fun these few days?"

Looking at Boss Zhang's dirty face, Ye Yuanhong couldn't help it, he clenched his fists and wanted to take a step forward, but Song Lai secretly pushed him.

Song Lai hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled very nicely, causing the men and women around him to lose their minds.

Song Lai was good-looking, and everyone who met him had to admit that.

His good looks are not the kind that are fleeting and fleeting, his beauty is like a rose with thorns, exuding a bit of danger, but that face is so attractive that people can't help but want to get close, even if they are stabbed. A body full of holes is not hesitating, even if you can only smell his lonely fragrance after being smashed to pieces, there are still people who continue to follow.

It's just that such a good-looking face will cause controversy no matter where it is.

Song Lai understands the reason why Boss Zhang is so bold to confront him today. It's just that a few young actors he had a crush on a few days ago came to throw himself into his arms, and it's just that the few far-fetched scandals that spread recently made him The occupancy rate of the hotel is just a few percent higher. To put it bluntly, it is just a jealousy.

Song Lai took two steps forward to approach Boss Zhang, only one step away from him. He lowered his head to look at Boss Zhang who was looking up, undoubtedly suppressing his arrogance with his height.

Boss Zhang felt that he was weak by three points, so he hurriedly took two steps back, holding his head up still unwilling to admit defeat.

If it were in the past, Song Lai would be too lazy to talk to him, but today the occasion is different, he doesn't know if that Jahleel is watching all this right now, so he can't lose this arrogance, let alone let Jahleel treat him with respect. What a misunderstanding.

Song Lai pursed his lips, put his hands behind his back, his eyes were clear, and there was a faint smile between his brows and eyes, he looked like a handsome nobleman.

"Where is Boss Zhang, what kind of image ambassador am I? When it comes to work, a junior like me has to rely on Boss Zhang to support him; when it comes to playing, I can't compare to Boss Zhang's good means of not getting involved. I should be willing to bow down .

It's just that he has a pretty face, but he doesn't dare to be rampant. Tell me, is that the truth? "

Song Lai gritted his teeth and spit out the word "rampant" one word at a time. There was a cold light in his eyes, but his face was so handsome, and his smile didn't even have the slightest bit of coolness. After a trip in the two heavens, he also came back to his senses at this moment, remembering the tricks in Song Lai's hands, so the sour smell that rushed to his head just now was frightened to the back of Song Lai's mind.

Boss Zhang swallowed resentfully, and smiled shyly, "Let me tell you, Mr. Song is just too thin-skinned. You see, you are young and promising, and none of us can compare to you, right?"

Song Lai didn't bother to pay attention to him, and his bad mood was ruined by him, and he felt that his legs were heavier and tired.

Ye Yuanhong's eyes signaled to a few small hotel owners standing beside him, and they swarmed up to drag Boss Zhang away.

As soon as Boss Zhang left, Song Lai raised his glass and smiled at the people around him, drank the glass of honey grapefruit water in his hand, and handed it to Ye Yuanhong, "One more glass."

Ye Yuanhong sighed helplessly, and turned to go to the back kitchen.

Song Lai sat alone on the sofa in the dark, sinking in, a little dizzy.

He raised his head and leaned on the sofa, his eyes looked left and right, but nothing happened, on the contrary, his head hurt even more.

Song Lai was about to get up, when his gaze suddenly collided with the person at the corner of the second floor, his breathing was so startled that his pupils constricted sharply.

The people upstairs also saw him, Song Lai only saw the corners of the man's lips curled up, wondering if he was smiling.

Before he could investigate clearly, the man turned around and disappeared.

Song Lai frowned tightly, and hurriedly stood up from the sofa to look at the past from the angle just now, but he got up too quickly and felt dizzy, almost unable to stand still, so he had to hold on to the sofa to take a few breaths, and when he looked up again, There was no sign of that person on the second floor.

Song Lai clutched his chest and took a deep breath, feeling that that face was really familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

When Ye Yuanhong came back with two glasses of honey grapefruit water, the lights in the hall just dimmed. He stood beside Song Lai, handed him one of the glasses, and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Mrs. Wei and Song Yuan have come in and are looking for Mr. Song."

Song Lai nodded lightly, and took advantage of the faint light to scan the hall, "It's not appropriate to push a wheelchair in such a place. After the lights are turned on, let them go out by themselves."

Ye Yuanhong nodded and stepped aside.

The spotlights in the hall converged in front of the microphone, and the entire hall fell silent.

In the silence, only the sound of leather shoes falling on the floor could be heard, crisp and sharp, one by one, as if knocking on Song Lai's heart.

Under the light, Song Lai couldn't see the person standing in front of the microphone clearly, but he could hear his voice.

Deep, dull, and undisguised pride and indifference.

"Hi everyone, welcome to Manchester to attend this reception in your busy schedule. I am Jahleel, General Manager of Manchester Greater China.

You can also call me Fang Yan. "

A steady voice slowly fell to the ground from mid-air, the lights in the hall were suddenly turned on, and the surrounding lights became brightly lit. The interplay of light and dark made Song Lai very uncomfortable. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he still couldn't see clearly. The people around saw the person standing in front of the stage at a glance.

He didn't look at himself, Song Lai didn't know where his eyes fell, but Song Lai suddenly remembered the summer many years ago, and thought of Lu Yan in that summer.

At that time, he was standing outside the crowd, thin and dark-skinned, wearing a loose white vest, with hair long enough to reach his ears, swaying wantonly in the wind, his sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, his eyes were filled with disgust, and he was separated from himself. Over a long distance, but it is free and unrestrained.

The appearance of the young man and the free and easy and proud person seem to overlap, but also seem to be difficult to blend in, and the intertwining of each other makes Song Lei have a splitting headache.

Song Lai was not sure that the Fang Yan in front of him was Lu Yan back then, but he knew very well in his heart that there would never be such a similar person in this world.

Song Lai never expected that one day they would meet again in such a posture.

If he had known that he would meet, Song Lai thought, he would definitely not have appeared at this damn reception.

The author says:

The little wolf dog is coming!I believe everyone can see that Fang Yan=Lu Yan, as for why he said hehe after changing his surname~

Our young master Song has fallen into the trap of the little wolf dog~

Begging for collection!Kneel for starfish!Kneeling for comments~

thanksgiving!

That’s all for today~ Continue tomorrow~

See you there at [-] o'clock tomorrow night~

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