Having been reborn, why would he be afraid of Mr. Gu, who still has a white moonlight?

Song Wanwan spent the whole afternoon adjusting part of the content of Boheng Technology. She still has to prepare the materials for the meeting.

However, the most important thing is to improve the office and management of Boheng Technology. She has already sent the headhunter's business card recommended by her uncle to Qin Feng, and she still needs to ask him about the progress.

During a break from work, Song Wanwan received a call from Chen Yang, asking her to go to the underground parking lot.

She picked up her bag and went to the parking lot. Chen Yang saw her open the back door directly. She stood by the door, hesitating whether she should sit in the back.

Tang Yunsheng was already sitting in the back seat of the car, propping his head up with one hand by the window, looking at her with his unique peach blossom eyes, which were lazy and indifferent, captivating all beings.

The man tilted his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips, his deep voice carrying a metallic quality, "What, Miss Song, are you afraid to get in my car?"

Upon hearing this, Song Wanwan hesitated for a moment before stepping into the back row and sitting down.

Chen Yang then closed the car door, got into the driver's seat, and the extended Rolls-Royce smoothly drove out of the underground parking lot.

The carriage was filled with the man's clean and unique woody scent, which reached her nose. Song Wanwan raised an eyebrow uncomfortably, leaned against the door, and sat awkwardly with her hands on her lap.

The pervasive scent enveloped her, and she took a deep breath; it was a scent that didn't belong to Gu Tingzhou.

How long does a person's withdrawal symptoms last? How long does it take from gradually adapting to becoming completely indifferent?

Song Wanwan is slowly adapting; some habits are really scary.

Tang Yunsheng sensed Song Wanwan's nervousness and chuckled, "Afraid of me?"

Song Wanwan shook her head. Unable to express her feelings, she could only smile awkwardly and ask, "President Tang, where are we going?"

Tang Yunsheng lowered his arm, lifted his eyelids, and his dark, deep gaze fell on Song Wanwan. His low, magnetic voice rang out, "I'll sell you off!"

Song Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then met the man's lazy and charming peach blossom eyes, which were full of affection and smiles.

Her beautiful eyes flashed, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and she said with relief, "President Tang really likes to joke."

After saying that, he laughed awkwardly twice.

Tang Yunsheng's brows relaxed, the ends of his eyebrows raised, and he looked down at her, "I'll take you to change your clothes, get a makeover, and then sell you for a good price!"

Song Wanwan glanced at Tang Yunsheng speechlessly. This guy really is... can't he just speak properly?

Song Wanwan was not used to the sudden silence. Her gaze swept over her, and she casually took out her phone to chat with Bai Li.

[Honey, you need to set aside Saturday night for your high school reunion!]

Upon seeing the words "class reunion," Song Wanwan immediately replied.

[No way! It's really a class reunion!]

Bai Li replied immediately.

I've already told the class you'll be coming. You can't just back out now, or I'll be too ashamed to face them!

Song Wanwan's ears creased with displeasure, and she pursed her lips.

Okay! I'll go! Send me the time and address later.

Bai Li replied with a "I love you" emoji.

The car stopped quickly, and Song Wanwan put away her phone.

Tang Yunsheng got out of the car first, and Song Wanwan also got out of the car.

Jony Styling Studio is a well-known styling studio in Beijing that only caters to celebrities with high profiles and requires advance booking.

Song Wanwan rarely attended banquets before, firstly because she disliked noisy occasions, and secondly because she wanted to accompany Gu Tingzhou, but he always refused.

She only accompanies her mother to charity events occasionally, but she usually just takes care of things at home by herself.

She felt that she was naturally beautiful, with striking features, and that she could look good with just a little grooming.

Song Wanwan hesitated, reluctant to go in, standing at the door.

Tang Yunsheng stood beside her, his narrow eyes half-closed. "Are you really afraid I'll sell you off?"

Song Wanwan said softly, "Isn't it too complicated? I can just do it myself."

Tang Yunsheng rubbed his fingertips together, his tone somewhat unpredictable, "Does Miss Song think my status is inferior to Gu Tingzhou's? That I don't deserve a proper female companion and can just give you a perfunctory answer?"

Upon hearing this, Song Wanwan froze, realizing she hadn't considered that she might be being perfunctory.

"Or are you scared? Scared of running into Gu Tingzhou at the banquet and being kicked out?"

Tang Yunsheng gently lifted Song Wanwan's chin with her slender, white fingers, looked down at her, and said, word by word, "What a beautiful and exquisite face. You shouldn't be afraid. Walk into the venue with your head held high and amaze everyone. Tell them that you are not a pitiful wretch, but Gu Tingzhou, whom you didn't want."

Song Wanwan's expression froze for a moment, and she frowned slightly.

Even after she sat down in the dressing room, all she could hear was Tang Yunsheng's voice echoing from the doorway.

Yes, Gu Tingzhou, it's me, Song Wanwan, who doesn't want you.

A faint smile appeared on her lips, confident and composed, no longer timid and hesitant.

Tang Yunsheng asked A-Jie, the apprentice of Jony, the shop's top makeup artist, to do her makeup in a private dressing room.

Upon seeing Song Wanwan's striking features, A-Jie praised her with the eyes of a professional: "Miss Song, you are so beautiful. If you debut, all those people outside will go hungry."

Song Wanwan blushed and smiled shyly.

Ah Jie then said to Tang Yunsheng, "Young Master Tang, don't worry, I will make Miss Song the focus of the entire event and make you look very prestigious."

Tang Yunsheng nodded and left the dressing room.

Ah Jie looked at Song Wanwan's face again and said, "Miss Song, your features are already outstanding. I only need to do some simple touch-ups to amplify the best parts of your features."

Song Wanwan didn't understand these things, so she nodded and let A-Jie do as he pleased.

Several people were sitting outside the dressing room, all waiting for A-Jie to get his makeup done.

One of the girls, with petite and cute features, asked with dissatisfaction, "Who's inside, that Ah Jie is providing special service to them, and in a separate dressing room?"

The woman in the red dress next to him replied, "I don't know which celebrity it is, I've never seen them before."

"I saw a man in a bespoke suit bring her in. I guess she's some up-and-coming actress who's trying to stand out at tonight's banquet because she's married into a wealthy family?"

The woman in red pointed at the woman downstairs who was putting on makeup and said, "Look at that one, isn't that the person you mentioned who climbed the social ladder? She only filmed a small endorsement, but she already specified Jony to do her makeup and styling."

The cute girl said disdainfully, "You're not young anymore, why are you debuting and competing with us for jobs? If you want to make money, just marry a rich second-generation heir."

The woman in red tugged at the cute girl's skirt. "Keep your voice down. She's no ordinary person. Gu Tingzhou from the Gu Group, the organizer of this event, personally brought her over to Jony. Be careful she doesn't overhear you; she'll make you regret it. If her backers show up, you can forget about working in this industry."

The cute girl scoffed, "So what if he hooked up with Gu Tingzhou? I'll hook up with Fu Tingzhou or Lu Tingzhou next time, and I'll have Jony do my makeup too."

The woman in red joked, "Okay, go now."

The two playfully wrestled and laughed.

Although Su Lina, who was sitting downstairs putting on makeup, had her eyes closed and was applying eye makeup, she heard every word of the conversation between the two women.

Her face remained unchanged, but her clenched fists were so tight that her nails dug into her flesh, and her knuckles turned white.