President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Song Yu's expression was rare and serious, and his eyes were full of firmness and sobriety, "But instead of passively waiting for him to do something again, why don't we take the initiative to set a trap."

Huang Yue said: "Then what should I do?"

Song Yu looked up at Huang Yue, seeing that he was indeed seriously waiting for his opinion, his eyes became a little deep, and even Huang Yue couldn't read the specific emotions in it for a while.

The shoulder was tapped twice suddenly, and Huang Yue looked at Song Yu's hand on his shoulder from the corner of his eyes, his heart beat a few times faster.

"President Song, what's wrong? Hmm... What did I do wrong?"

Those eyes were full of doubts, Song Yu stared blankly for a moment before taking his hands back.

"Xiao Yue, you are the brother I have been playing with since I was a child. Aren't you the best at solving mysteries and cases? Then this time, it's up to you to catch the mastermind behind the scenes."

Song Yu smiled slightly at Huang Yue who was in a state of surprise, but heard the latter say in disbelief: "President Song, have you thought about it? This time can't be put together with the play house when I was a child." Talk, are you sure you can let me do it?"

This "President Song" did not mean to be teasing. After all, if the person behind the scenes cannot be caught as soon as possible, this company may become precarious at any time.

Of course Song Yu is very clear about all this, but between doubt and belief, he can only choose to trust the person in front of him who he has known for half his life.

"This company can develop from a few people to the current scale. No one knows better than you and me how much we have experienced hesitation and helplessness."

Outside the window is still the blue sky and row upon row of tall buildings, everything is so familiar.

He withdrew his eyes, and his voice was ups and downs: "I choose to believe in your ability, and please believe in yourself."

Huang Yue lowered his head, his hair was a little messy covering his expression, and it took him a long time to utter a word, "Okay".

After Ming Yue also left the conference room, Song Yu sat on the original chair, propped his head against the leather chair and continued to look at the blue sky for a while.

His eyes stayed on the glass of milk that hadn't cooled down, his fingertips seemed uncontrollable, and he stretched out his hand to circle the glass of milk.

After the milk was picked up, Song Yu looked up and drank the whole glass of milk in one go as before.

The familiar milk flavor still spreads in the mouth, warming the whole heart.He habitually turned the cup upside down, smiled and said, "I'm done."

Facing the empty conference room, the smile suddenly became bitter, as if someone had grabbed his heart.

He lay weakly on the table in the meeting room, his neat suit had been wrinkled by him, and he leaned his head on his arm.

Something moistened the corner of the clothes and dripped warmly on the table.

Stomach began to writhe and colic, bean-sized beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, his whole body was flushed, and itching continued.

In his weakness, he drowsily watched the heat wave, and his memory began to get out of control.

He said almost inaudibly: "Brother..."

He could only see an unreal phantom in front of his eyes, and he was familiar with Gao Ling.Just as I was about to stretch out my hand to pull it, I accidentally couldn't control my body tilted, and the whole person fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

The phantom walked towards him, slowly stopped in front of him, bent over and stretched out its hand.

"elder brother……?"

He stretched out his hand joyfully, fell down on the cold ground again, and the phantom disappeared together.

No one responded to him, and it is impossible for anyone to respond to him.

He was alone all around, and the darkness intertwined with him.

He laughed out loud as if mocking himself, hammering the ground unwillingly with his hands, but he didn't stop despite the bitter pain.

When the pain in her body was relieved, Song Yu stood up while her body was shaking.The coldness returned to his face, but there were still wet tears in the corners of his eyes.

He smashed the empty glass on the table so hard that it shattered.

Song Yu's eyes were calm, and he quietly pushed the flat mirror on the bridge of his nose.

What he wants is no longer cowardice and dependence.

He took a pair of glasses out of his pocket and put them on.In this way, he has returned to the indifferent style of President Song of the financial company who rejects people thousands of miles away.

His inner struggle was complicated, and no one supported him anymore.

He pushed open the heavy meeting room door, squinted slightly against the bright sunshine, and walked straight to his office.