Don't mess with her! This powerful young lady is loved by the bigwigs of Beijing's elite c

"Great!" Uncle Chen was extremely excited.

He had made up his mind to follow Song Beiyou wholeheartedly and become her most loyal undercover agent.

While Grandma Song was checking Mingyuan's information, Mingyuan was also desperately trying to find out who delivered the package.

She was certain that the package was sent by the people who had met with Hongfu Temple that night; otherwise, how could it contain her finger?

Of course, while the loss of my fingers is painful, it's no longer the focus at this moment.

More important than her finger was the paternity test report. If everyone knew about her relationship with Song Nanwan at this critical juncture, all her plans over the years would be in vain.

He immediately summoned his men, whom he had cultivated over the years, and ordered them to "intensify the search for the woman from that night."

If you can't find it, then spend money to find it; seek help from the major sects in the capital.

"Yes!" the subordinate replied and resumed the search.

......

As night fell, another long night descended.

After staying at home for two days, Song Beiyou changed into a casual and cute outfit and prepared to go out to find something to eat.

After eating plain noodles for two days, she really missed the barbecue restaurant that Duan Yao took her to that night.

Wearing a baseball cap and opening the door, I'm not afraid of being recognized on the street at all.

As I opened the door and glanced at the stairwell, I realized that Duan Yao was still there.

Without disturbing them, the movements were as light as a feather.

just.

For some reason, the moment the elevator doors opened, their third master appeared.

"Uh." Song Beiyou uttered instinctively.

A fleeting hint of panic flashed across his eyes beneath the brim of his baseball cap.

Why is he here?

I hadn't left the house for two days, and now that I'm out, how come I ran into him by such a coincidence?

Duan Yao hadn't expected it to be such a coincidence; he had been prepared to be turned away when he knocked on the door.

He stepped out of the elevator, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Where to?"

The voice is gentle.

The two siblings, Yan Jun and Yan Dong, who were hiding in the stairwell, were so frightened that one of them jumped and the other got goosebumps all over.

This was the first time they had ever seen their Third Master speak with such warmth.

Song Beiyou raised his head, lifted the brim of his hat, and said frankly, "Let's go buy something to eat."

As soon as she finished speaking, Duan Yao raised her hand from behind her back, and a takeout bag labeled "Backstreet Barbecue Stall" was waving in front of her. "I bought it for you."

Song Beiyou, “…”

How did he know she wanted to eat?

Can tell fortunes?

Or will he still eavesdrop on her thoughts?

With this question in mind, Song Beiyou stared at the bag Duan Yao was carrying.

Take a deep breath, and you can smell the cumin aroma wafting from inside.

"That......"

Before Song Beiyou could say anything, Duan Yao spoke first, "You said last time that barbecue isn't as enjoyable to eat alone as it is with a group of people. I haven't had dinner tonight, so let's have a piece together."

After saying that, she raised an eyebrow and gestured for them to go to her room to eat.

Song Beiyou pursed her red lips slightly; it seemed nice to be able to eat barbecue without leaving home.

Besides, he bought the barbecue and delivered it to her door; it's only natural for him to eat at her house.

A moment later, at Song Beiyou's restaurant.

The aloof Master Duan rolled up his shirt sleeves, took the barbecue out of the takeout box, and filled the entire dining table.

After eating plain noodles for two days, Song Beiyou's eyes lit up, and he unconsciously swallowed.

"Eat up," Duan Yao said, just like last time. "Don't be shy in front of me."

Putting aside the incident of "an older man falling for her," Song Beiyou is a very receptive person.

Especially when faced with delicious food, he has already sat down and started eating by himself.

Duan Yao smiled silently and sat down opposite Song Beiyou.

As soon as he sat down, he asked, "Why didn't you reply to my messages?"

I accepted her WeChat message, but she didn't reply, which is why I rushed over to find her.

Song Beiyou still ate gracefully. When Duan Yao asked him that, he took a tissue and gently wiped his mouth.

Let's lay things out straight and be straightforward.

"What is your purpose?" she asked.

Duan Yao paused. Since she liked directness, he would play along and "pursue you."

Song Beiyou scoffed, "How old are you and how old am I?"

Duan Yao had a crack in his skin; this was the first time someone had openly mocked him for being old.

"Does age really matter to you?"

Song Beiyou had thought about this issue seriously, and with the encouragement from everyone in the Qingshuihe Family Group, it didn't seem so important.

She took a sip of water, avoided the topic, and then picked up a skewer of grilled pork belly and started eating.

Everyone else was trembling with fear in front of Duan Yao, but she not only didn't reply, but also started eating on her own.

After a long silence, she said coldly, "I don't want to be in a relationship right now, it's too much trouble."

Being alone is quite liberating.

Duan Yao seized on the key words, "Just because you don't want to now doesn't mean you won't want to later. You can observe me first."

I'll buy it when it's suitable.

Song Beiyou froze as he ate the barbecue.

"Observe first, and then buy if it's suitable" sounds like buying something.

Do outsiders know that he is this kind of Third Master Duan?

This time, Song Beiyou really didn't say anything more. After silently finishing his barbecue, he raised his finger and pointed to the front door.

The implication was that Duan Yao should leave.

After pointing to the door, he then pointed to the leftover food trash on the table.

He gestured for him to throw away the trash while he was at it.

Upon seeing this, Duan Yao smiled as brightly as the sun after a storm, and did as he was told.

......

Song Beiyou didn't sleep very well that night.

I dreamt all night long.

In her dream, she was walking in the park, and Duan Yao was chasing after her frantically on his bicycle.

She was startled and ran away.

The more Duan Yao ran, the faster he chased...

I woke up covered in sweat.

She sat on the bed, adjusting her breathing, and muttered, "Why is he in my dreams too?"

After muttering to herself, she heard a notification sound on her phone and reached out to pick it up.

It's Gu Ling. [Youyou, do you remember today's dance troupe finals? Don't try to fool me into thinking you're happy.]

Song Beiyou remembered. She pinched her temple. "I remember!"

Gu Ling sent a confetti emoji, saying, "Just remember, no rush. Your entry number is the last one."

Song Beiyou sent her an "OK" gesture, then got up and went into the bathroom.

......

An hour later, in the performance hall of the China National Dance Troupe.

A highly anticipated, top-level dance competition in China will be held here.

At this time, there were still twenty minutes before the start of the competition, and the performance hall was already full of audience members and media reporters from various authoritative institutions in China.

The venue was filled with cameras and microphones, all waiting to capture the dazzling stars of the *** dance competition.

Many people from the entertainment industry were also in the audience, all of whom were proud to watch the game.

The big star Song Jinru also came and sat with Su Jingxian, Duan Yuan, Qin Shuhao, and others.

Song He'an was originally going to come too, but unfortunately, the Song Group suddenly faced an economic crisis in the middle of the night last night, so he went to the Song Group early this morning to make arrangements.

The group exchanged pleasantries and congratulations, since everyone online was saying that Song Nanwan's fate was sealed.

The more Song Nanwan was praised, the straighter Qin Shuhao stood.

At this moment, he was glad that the person he got engaged to yesterday was Song Nanwan.

Backstage.

Each contestant has their own dressing room and a professional stylist, all making final preparations.

Song Nanwan was the first to participate. After finishing her makeup, she hurriedly ran out with her assistant, lifting her skirt.

People are in high spirits when they have good news. Song Nanwan looked confident of victory, and her face was full of happy smiles.

There were quite a few people outside the corridor, and she jogged along, greeting everyone as she went.

Just as the performance hall was ahead, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the side passage, causing Song Nanwan's smile to freeze.