The night color has been closed for renovation, and some of the idle people inside have been dispersed by Ah Lu. Others who are closer to Gu Qingcheng have stayed behind. However, Qiao Mo is a bit of a handful.

  Gu Qingcheng, as his business in City C was not busy, took Dong Zhe to Las Vegas, USA, and it is estimated that he will return in a month. In the meantime, all matters at night were handed over to A Lu to handle.

  Lu had previously consulted with Gu Qingcheng about Qiao Mo's stay or leave. Gu Qingcheng said: "You handle it."

  So this time when Ye Zenan came over, Ah Lu let him go.

  Ye Zenan's car was waiting outside, Qiao Mo tidied up in her small room that she had locked herself in for three months. There were basically no belongings, and everything could be packed into a small bag.

  As they walked out, Ah Lu followed behind, Qiao Mo turned around and said: "Ah Lu sister, I'm leaving."

  "Let's go."

  Qiao Mo took two steps forward and suddenly turned around, "A Lu sister, you said, is it only men who have a sense of possession?"

  A Lu was taken aback by Qiao Mo's sudden question and didn't react for a moment, "What?"

  Qiao Mo smiled slightly. "Nothing, I'm leaving, goodbye, thank you for taking care of me these three months."

  In the dark night, Ah Lu sent Qiao Mo to get on Ye Ze Nan's car, and then the car drove to the end of the road. In fact, in Ah Lu's experience of observing people over the past decade or so with Gu Qing Cheng, Qiao Mo was indeed a woman with a lot of heart and mind. However, in other words, Qiao Mo was very smart. In these three months in the night, she spoke and acted, never more or less than necessary, always just right.

  This kind of woman is too clever for her own good and can be difficult to deal with.

  ………………

  Qiao Mo's face was bare of makeup, sitting quietly in the passenger seat. When they approached an intersection and the light turned red, Ye Zenan stepped on the brake to wait for the green light.

  Qiao Mo said: "I'll earn the money back and return it to you. If you're not at ease, I can write an IOU for you. Let's just park here. I'll find a place to stay on my own."

  "Where will you live?"

  Qiao Mo said: "There will always be a suitable place."

  The red light jumped to green and Ye Zenan stepped on the accelerator again, "Don't be silly, go live with me first." Chale was overjoyed.

  What Ye Zenan said "my place" is not the Ye's house, but a set of real estate he has elsewhere. Once Qiaomu was injured, Ye Zenan also brought her here.

  He entered the house door. Ye Zenan handed a spare key to Qiao Mo, "You take the key first."

  However, Qiao Mo looked at him and didn't take it.

  Ye Zenan casually put it on the table next to him, turned around and was about to leave, when Qiao Mo grabbed his wrist: "Aren't you going to sleep here?"

  Ye Zenan said: "I'm going back to sleep."

  Qiao Mo suddenly hugged Ye Zhenan's waist from behind, "Accompany me, stay."

  Ye Zenan's body stiffened for a moment, Qiao Mo's hand had already reached into his shirt from the front, he grasped her hand: "Alright, I'll stay."

  He turned around, Qiao Mo tiptoed and kissed him lightly on the lips, seemingly delighted by Ye Zhenan's words, "I'm going to take a bath."

  Ye Zenan loosened his tie, and his feelings towards Qiao Mo were now hard to describe. If it was affection, then on her body, he could always see the shadow of Song Yuqiao; if it wasn't affection, then why did he go all out to help her?

  Qiao Mo and Song Yu Qiao may be similar in some ways, really, similar, not just when Ye Ze Nan is distracted and occasionally takes a first glance at Qiao Mo, but also especially quiet times, are particularly alike, including the tone of speech.

  Qiao Mo came out of the shower and hastily put on only one of Ye Zhenan's shirts.

  Ye Zenan saw Qiao Mo wearing his shirt and narrowed his eyes.

  Qiao Mengguang walked over barefoot and stood behind Ye Zenan, massaging his temples on both sides. "If you feel tired, just find a few more people to help you out, Ye Shaoyou, don't..."

  Qiao Mo hadn't finished speaking when Ye Zenan's phone on the table rang. She handed it over to him and took a glance at the name Fang Zhao on the screen.

  It was so late that Fang Zhao called Ye Zenan because of the medicine he sent for inspection last time.

  Ye Zenan felt a bit dizzy because of the several medical terms inside, he rubbed his brow and said: "What's that component for treating what?"

  He read through the list of ingredients and also felt dizzy. He wasn't a medical student, so he only understood the last sentence that the pharmacist said: "They are all some of the latest imported drugs from abroad, which have the effect of stabilizing emotions and regulating neurological disorders, and are targeted at some specific mental illnesses. However, they do not cause much harm to the human body."

  "Can this medicine be taken for a long time?"

  Fang Zhao said: "This medicine cannot be taken for a long time, the amount of this medicine is only enough for one month's use, and the dosage is very small, it's just because some counter-reactions are adjusted."

  He hung up Fang Zhao's phone and Ye Zhenan fell silent for a long time.

  His mind kept circling around a few words "mental illness", "neurological disorder", "emotional stability"…

  Ye Zenan knew that Song Yuqiao must have lost some of her memories, otherwise she would not have forgotten what happened between her and Lu Lu, nor would she have returned five years ago, after attending university for two years, even if it meant dropping out to marry him.

  However, Ye Zenan felt that the memories Song Yuqiao had lost were not just his own. In Vancouver, something must have happened that he could never have imagined. These memories should be very important, perhaps a car accident or maybe he was stimulated.

  He thought it was necessary to call Song Yuqiao's mother in Canada to ask, but now with his identity, he couldn't open his mouth, besides, he didn't know if Song Yuqiao had told her mother about the divorce.

  Ye Zenan clenched his fists as he thought about it.

  He didn't know what kind of feeling he had for Song Yuqiao now, because recently he had been dreaming, and every time he dreamed, he could see her bright smile in high school, but when he reached out to hold her hand, it was like a bubble bursting, and he woke up.

  Qiao Mo gazed at Ye Zenan's contemplative appearance, and in his pupils, he could only see his furrowed brow, as if he was entranced. He couldn't control his fascination, wanting to completely possess him, and eliminate all those who had hurt him.

  She knew that this man, in order to truly become hers, had to have his wings broken and be trapped by her side.

  ………………

  The Pei family.

  Pei Chengxian first sent Song Yuqiao and Pei Hangyu to the Huayuan, then drove to the Pei family's large courtyard.

  Pei Linfeng didn't sleep and was waiting for his son to arrive. Old Mrs. Pei dozed off a bit, propping herself up with her arm on the chair.

  Pei Linfeng picked up the teacup on the table and tapped it gently, looking at his partner: "If you can't hold on, go to the room to sleep."

  Mrs. Pei came to and rubbed her eyes: "I'm waiting for my son to bring back his daughter-in-law, I won't sleep!"

  As a result, the two old men saw Pei Su and one person, one was burning with anger, and the other was extremely disappointed.

  Mrs. Pei also ran to the outside of the door, took a look and said, "My daughter-in-law hasn't come? My grandson hasn't come? Then I'll go to sleep."

  Only two people were left in the study room, father and son.

  "Sit down," said Pei Linfeng, pointing to the chair where Old Lady Pei was sitting.

  Just as Pei Linfeng's "sit" had barely fallen, Old Lady Pei came in and directly walked over to sit down on the chair she had been sitting on earlier. "This is my chair."

  Pei Si Cheng originally didn't think of sitting down either, "I'll just stand."

  "Explain it clearly to me, what's going on with that woman who remarried..."

  Mrs. Pei cleared her throat beside him: "Speak softly, it's midnight, this is scaring people to death."

  Pei Linfeng: "......"

  He took a look at his old partner, then looked at his stubborn third son, sighed, and spoke with a heavy heart: "Pei San, if you think it's really suitable, let's settle on this one. Take good care of each other, see if your personalities match, and whether you can get along. Investigate her ex-husband's family situation and the reason for their divorce. If it's because of her ex-husband's entanglement, it might be a bit tricky..."

  Pei Si Cheng knew that the title of "second marriage" would definitely be suppressed by Old Lady, because Pei Lin Feng himself was a second marriage with Old Lady after his first wife, Pei Yu Ling's mother, had passed away due to illness.

  Mrs. Pei felt that the old man's tone was still acceptable, and with her sitting there, the father and son would absolutely not quarrel.

  When the conversation between the father and son ended, Mrs. Pei followed her third son out of the study and asked, "Is that girl pretty?"

  "Beautiful."

  "Bring it back and let me take a look."

  Pei Si Cheng looked at Old Lady Pei's smiling face and thought to himself, you've seen this before.

  Mrs. Pei thought that at least there was a woman in the family who could go shopping with her, get beauty treatments together and have fun together.

  ………………

  Song Yuqiao returned to Qianyu Company again, with only one week left before his official departure. Within this week, there was still a Jia Ge's selection competition, the fourth session, also the last session of the second round, which would be held tomorrow afternoon.

  Reunited with Zheng Qing, Zheng Qing was still quite surprised.

  "What's with the wound on your face?"

  Song Yuqiao waved his hand: "It's okay, just scratched it a bit, applied some medicine, and it'll be fine in a few days."

  Zheng Qing thought it was a pity that the wound was on his face, this kind of injury was absolutely not self-inflicted, but he didn't ask any more questions.

  Song Yuqiao accompanied Zheng Qing on his way to Jia Ge, and suddenly asked, "Where are you going after resigning?"

  Song Yuqiao shook his head: "Not for the time being."

  Zheng Qing said: "If you want to continue working in advertising, I can recommend a few companies that I have collaborated with. They are small companies, but the advantage of small companies is that they don't have the internal power struggles and backstabbing like big companies do."

  Song Yuqiao smiled and said, "Mm, I'm considering it."

  Song Yuqiao had actually been considering trying to post her resume online, but Pei Si Cheng intercepted her and directly pulled her into his arms. "How about coming to the Pei Corporation? You can do whatever you want."

  Song Yuqiao did not give Pei Shichen a definite answer. She was actually considering whether to return to school and finish her university studies.

  Three years ago, the decision to drop out of school and get married for Ye Zenan was one of Song Yuqiao's most regrettable decisions. If possible, she still wants to make up for this regret.

  Today is just a pre-arranged meeting with Jia Ge to further discuss tomorrow's final preparations, but Song Yuqiao happened to hear the most exciting news that Lu Jingzhong and Du Jiayin will be on stage together!

  Her shock was beyond words, she grabbed Zheng Qing's arm: "How did you convince him?"

  Zheng Qing said: "I agree myself."

  Undoubtedly, the former king of heaven singing again, even as a guest, is enough to be the highlight of excitement for several days. No wonder Song Yuqiao saw those advertisers earlier, almost all of whom had already filled up the entire program.

  It was also Song Yuqiao who didn't pay attention to the latest online news in S city for these few days, otherwise she would have discovered that three years ago, Lu Jingrong's last farewell concert, he and Jiayin, the one wearing a red dress, the video's clicks and forwards had already reached an unprecedented height.

  "Yao Jie? Are you back from vacation?"

  The annoying fly is flying over again.

  Song Yuqiao ignored Zhang Menglin and walked forward directly, but was blocked by Zhang Menglin in front of him.

  "I was saying last time...” Zhang Menglin took off her sunglasses, her mouth agape in an O shape. “Oh my god! Was your face scratched by a cat? It's so bloody, is it because you always steal other people's men and got someone to slash you with a knife? Haha, it's good that no one threw acid on you.”

  Song Yuqiao had nothing to say to Zhang Menglin, she knew that as long as she responded to Zhang Menglin with one sentence, Zhang Menglin would have a pretext to grasp and not let go. So, Song Yuqiao was always able to hold her temper and not indulge in temporary eloquence.

  Walked directly past Zhang Menglin's arm and went forward.

  However, Zhang Menglin seemed to be determined to grasp her tightly, and this time she directly grasped her arm. "The wound on your face was inflicted by Huazhen, right? You deserved it! I told you before that if you didn't stay far away from Pei Sucheng, I would send the photos and video materials to Huazhen. This is your own doing!"

  Zhang Menglin's sharp fingernails dug into Song Yuqiao's arm, pinching hard.

  Song Yuqiao's frown, fiercely shook open at the same time, pushed Zhang Menglin a push, but she did not expect that Zhang Menglin actually fell to the ground.

  Zhang Menglin fell to the ground, clutching her ankle. "I'm dying of pain! How dare you push me?"

  At this time, a figure rushed over from behind and gave Zhang Menglin a slap in the face.

  Zhang Menglin sat on the ground with her face up in this posture, and she simply couldn't avoid it, so she took a solid slap.

  However, Zhang Menglin should be lucky that Jia Ge is strict about letting entertainment reporters in, otherwise this ugly scene would have been secretly photographed and posted online, ruining her image.

  "I'm not just pushing you, I'm also hitting you," Huazhen had just walked from Jia Ge's hall to the backstage when she heard Zhang Menglin that little scoundrel bullying someone again. "Are you dead from pain? Your acting skills are really over-the-top, and as an actor, you're really rotten!"

  Zhang Menglin couldn't bear to hear Hua Zhen being so arrogant, especially when she was sitting on the ground in such a sorry state. She stood up and said, "You're just shameless, both of you are shameless! Hua Zhen, I'm asking if you're magnanimous or stupid. Your own man has been snatched away, and you still come out to defend her? You must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!"

  "Yes, my head was kicked by you!" Hua Zhen sneered, "You're just asking to be beaten, a few slaps will wake you up, don't always make yourself uncomfortable, Zhang Menglin, I'm telling you, before I was just playing with you, but from now on, if you dare to show off in front of me again, or use some underhanded tricks in front of Yu Qiao, I'll tell you, I won't let you off easy! You can try it out and see who's bigger, the Tang family and Hua family behind me, or a small star like you!"

  Zhang Menglin was so angry that she couldn't speak, and it wasn't until Hua Zhen turned around and pulled Song Yuqiao away that she stomped her foot: "You dare to move me, my brother-in-law will not let you go!"

  Hua Xuan smiled and turned around, "Is Pei Si Cheng your man? What right does he have to interfere with your life and death?"

  Zhang Menglin was speechless this time.

  She had originally hoped that Huazhen would either turn against Pei Shichen and Song Yuqiao or drive Song Yuqiao away, but she hadn't expected Huazhen to actually not hold a grudge.

  Moreover, according to the photos sent by a private investigator, Pei Si Cheng is indeed Song Yu Qiao's man, not hers.

  Hua Xuan pulled Song Yuqiao out of Jia Ge's hall before releasing her arm.

  After three days, seeing Hua Zhen again, Song Yuqiao felt his eyes burning, and his lips were a little dry.

  Huā Jiàn shifted her gaze, hesitated for a moment, "I called you earlier but you didn't answer, so I drove to your company. Your colleagues said you came to Jia Ge, so I found my way here. The flight back is at 3 pm tomorrow, if you don't have time to pick me up, then..."

  Song Yuqiao directly stretched out his arms and hugged Huazhen, "Huazhen, I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say except that I'm sorry..."

  Huajing's arm was numb, and she just lifted it up, patted Song Yuqiao's back, "This is a matter of whether you understand or not. In emotional matters, no one owes anyone anything. I've already told you in the WeChat voice message before, but you should thank me for slapping that cheap woman just now..."

  Song Yuqiao said: "I'll go back and ask Zheng Qing for a leave, to accompany you to the airport to pick up Lu Lu, it's all the same whether I'm here or not, anyway I'm going to resign."

  She raised her head and saw the wound on Song Yuqiao's face at a glance, and was slightly surprised. "What's wrong with your face? How did you get scratched like that?"

  Song Yuqiao said: "It's a bit complicated, I'll tell you in detail when I get on the bus. I've already seen a doctor and taken medicine. After a while, the scab will fall off and it will be fine."

  Hua Zhen thought for a moment: "The last time Zhang Menglin scratched my face with her fingernail, my mom got me an imported scar removal essence from Korea, and after using it for more than three months, you can see that there's no mark on my face now. I'll bring some over to you tomorrow."

  As soon as Song Yuqiao turned around to ask Zheng Qing for leave, tears fell down and wet her hand.

  After going through so many things, Song Yuqiao felt that having friends still by her side was a really great feeling.