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The deep voices of the people on the stage were transmitted to the corners of the hall through the microphone, leaving Song Lai with nowhere to hide.

Song Lai suddenly acted like a child who did something wrong, afraid of being discovered, afraid of being recognized, and just wanted to quickly and quietly disappear into the reception.

However, Song Lai's luck has always been bad. Before he could take action, he had already been taken out and exposed in full view.

The sound of the glass breaking was particularly abrupt in the hall where only one person could be heard speaking. Accompanied by the broken wine glass, there were exclamations and screams from others, as well as the voice of the woman Song Lai hated the most.

"What's the matter with you! Where did you pour the wine!"

"Isn't this Mrs. Song and Mr. Song?"

"Hey, why isn't Mr. Song here? Wasn't Mr. Song still here just now?"

Wei Shu's voice was high-pitched and thin, and it was like a crow pinching its throat when it got angry. Song Lai could clearly distinguish her voice from the noisy discussions. After all, Song Lai grew up listening to such a voice. As for hearing her sharp voice now, it still causes physical discomfort.

Song Lai felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to escape, at least to escape tonight.

But before he slipped away, the crowd gave way, and Song Yuan was on the other side of the road, and he was on the other side of the road.

Looking at Song Yuan's gentle and jade-like face and the conspicuous red wine stains on his white shirt, Song Lai felt that he was laughing at himself.

Song Lai froze on the spot and did not move, Ye Yuanhong stepped forward to block him, and wanted to go forward for him.

"Brother, why didn't you wait for me to come with you? My mother and I have been looking for you for a long time."

As soon as Song Yuan said this, there were a few more discussions around, people's eyes wandered between Wei Shu, Song Yuan and Song Lei, as if they were imagining a big drama of a wealthy family.

Song Lai was very tired of Song Yuan's appearance, he pulled Ye Yuanhong behind him with one hand, and turned to look at the people on the stage.

The man lowered his head and listened to the people beside him, but he still didn't look at himself.

Song Lai felt blocked in his heart, but he still did not forget to maintain his usual modesty. He strode over, knelt down and took out his handkerchief to wipe Song Yuan's face, with a smile on his face.

"Brother said yesterday that he didn't want to go out, so I thought he wouldn't come today."

Song Lai said, before Song Yuan could speak, he stood up and held Song Yuan's wheelchair armrest, "Brother, go back and change your clothes first, so as not to catch a cold."

Song Lai's words were not so much an inquiry as an order, he held onto the handrail tightly and pushed Song Yuan forward.

Ye Yuanhong chased up and pressed Wei Shu secretly, warning her with a voice that only they could hear, "Madam, don't act rashly, Mr. Song has already left."

Wei Shu's face turned pale, she pursed her lips and said nothing, and followed Song Lai out.

"and many more."

Before they could walk out of the hall, they were stopped by a voice behind them.

Song Lai was surprised that he still remembered the voice.

Even if a person's temperament and personality change, his voice will not change.

Song Lai didn't look back, but Song Yuan, taking advantage of Song Lai's loss of consciousness, turned his wheelchair to meet Fang Yan who was walking up.

"Mr. Fang, Jiu Yang, I'm Song Yuan from the Secret Forest Hotel."

Song Yuan's voice made all the people present gasp. They all looked sideways at Song Lai, but they couldn't see Song Lai's face clearly. He turned his back and bowed his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

As for the affairs of the Song family, Wei Shu, the daughter of Pengtai Real Estate, made a lot of noise in the early years, and everyone knew about it.

Although Song Yuan was born in the main house and is a proper heir, he was disabled due to an accident and is now a disabled person who can't stand up. This makes Song Lai, an illegitimate son, take advantage of it. However, Song Lai has indeed made the Song family's secret forest The hotel has gone up to a new level. Whether it is the Song family or the outside world, Song Lai is regarded as the only heir. At this time, Song Yuan appeared in a high-profile manner, even claiming that he is a member of the secret forest. It seems that he still wants to grab the Manchester project. It was slapping Song Lai in the face.

Everyone in the hall had their own ghosts, but Fang Yan's expression was as usual, calm and alienated.

"Mr. Song, today's matter is that our hotel's service is not good. Why don't you go upstairs to the lounge and take a rest. I'll send someone a new set of shirts later."

Although Fang Yan's voice was somewhat apologetic, it was more like an order and could not be refused.

Song Yuan naturally wanted to stay, and it would be better to have a relationship with Fang Yan.

Song Yuan exchanged glances with Wei Shu who was on the side, then nodded with a smile, "Then you will cause trouble for Mr. Fang."

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows lightly and nodded slightly, but instead of looking at Song Yuan, he stared at Song Lai's back.

Such a thin back doesn't look awkward in a decent suit now.

"What do you think, Mr. Song."

Only then did everyone understand that the "Mr. Song" Fang Yan was referring to was not Song Yuan, but Song Lai.

Realizing that everyone was looking at him, Song Lai's head hurt even more, and his temples throbbed, faster than his heartbeat.

The air was terribly and awkwardly quiet, but Fang Yan didn't rush, and asked again, "Mr. Song, what do you think?"

Song Lai couldn't resist anymore, so he could only turn his head resentfully to meet Fang Yan's gaze.

At this moment, Song Lai felt extremely embarrassed. This was the first time in his more than 30 years of life that he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground.

Song Lai squeezed out a smile, looking generous and decent, "Then I will trouble you."

"Secretary Ye, send eldest brother up."

Fang Yan didn't seem to care, he beckoned and sent Song Yuan and Wei Shu upstairs, while he stood in front of Song Lai all the time, looking like he had no intention of moving.

The people who came to the reception were all hotels and real estate developers who wanted to cooperate with Manchester in the industry, and they were all good people. Seeing Fang Yan's attitude towards Song Lai was very different, I couldn't help but speculate, but Hongyuan Real Estate's Mr. Sun stood up and asked, "Young Master Song, do you know Mr. Fang?"

Song Lai's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked at Fang Yan, as if asking what he meant.

Fang Yan just stood lazily, with a half-smile, without saying a word, and threw all the questions to Song Lai, not intending to answer, and even took a glass of wine and took a sip.

The probing gazes of the people around made Song Lai Rumang. He took a deep breath and shook his head, "How could it be? Mr. Fang has lived abroad for a long time, so how did we know each other?"

Hongyuan's Mr. Sun still didn't give up, and asked Fang Yan again, "It looks like an old acquaintance."

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows were only slightly similar to the former boy, and most of the time, to Song Lai, he was a stranger.

"I really don't know."

Fang Yan said slowly, "But...Mr. Song looks a lot like someone I know."

Fang Yan's words turned the conversation on Song Lai again, causing everyone to start guessing again.

Song Lai couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, and was tired of coping. He looked at Fang Yan, but Fang Yan never looked at him, but turned around and walked to the stage, leaving behind a bunch of inexplicable mess.

The reception officially started with Fang Yan's speech, the elegant music sounded, and the crowd surrounded Fang Yan. Everything was going on as Song Lai imagined, as if what happened just now was just an insignificant episode, but The difference is that now Song Lai has neither the mood nor the courage to squeeze into that group of people, nor does he want or want to get close to Fang Yan.

Ye Yuanhong first sent Wei Shu and Song Yuan upstairs, and then sent them to the car on the pretext that Song Changming had already returned to Songjian Villa, and then got rid of these two sticky pieces of chewing gum.

He was worried about Song Lai's health, so he didn't dare to delay, so he hurried back to find Song Lai.

Back in the hotel lobby, Ye Yuanhong saw Song Lai standing outside the crowd leaning on a table from a distance, looking a little lonely.

Ye Yuanhong seldom saw Song Lai like this, and felt sour for a while, feeling a little at a loss.

"Sir, Song Yuan and Mrs. Wei have already been sent away, and Mr. Song has already returned to Songjian Villa. How about I send you back to Dingyun now?"

Song Lai didn't speak, just stared at Fang Yan who was surrounded by him, and laughed twice.

Ye Yuanhong thought he was stimulated by Song Yuan and Wei Shu, panicked, and wanted to reach out to help, but withdrew his hand angrily, clenched into a fist and hung by his side, "Sir, let me take you back, Manchester Let's figure it out."

Song Lai breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and shook his head again.

Song Lai thinks that his greatest advantage is self-knowledge.

Whether for the Song family or for Fang Yan today, he doesn't feel that he is an important person.

Even though he has been in the Song family for so many years, he still cannot change his status. Song Changming still uses Song Yuan to remind himself of his so-called despicable past from time to time.

Even if Fang Yan is Lu Yan, Song Lai doesn't think that he can occupy the slightest place in his heart based on the years of getting along with him.

So Song Lai understands that Fang Yan has nothing to do with him. As for whether the Manchester project is related to the secret forest, he really has to think about it.

At least he can't show up.

The soft music accompanied the teasing and frolicking among the merchants, and as the cups were exchanged, Fang Yan in the crowd gradually reunited with the sincere young man that year.

Song Lai regretted it for a moment.

Because at this moment, I seem to need him a little bit.

As soon as Song Lai left, his assistant Lin Shen approached him and reported in his ear.

"Song Lai's secretary sent the two of the Song family away, and Song Lai got into the car just now."

Fang Yan looked around, only one audience was missing, but he suddenly felt that everything was boring.

Fang Yan shook the wine glass in his hand, and beckoned to Lin Shen, "You deal with it, I'm tired."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yan disappeared from the lobby surrounded by several assistants, leaving Lin Shen to clean up the mess.

Fang Yan lay on the sofa alone for a while without feeling sleepy, and he was still awake when Lin Shen came in.

"Is it all resolved?"

As if expecting that he was not asleep, Lin Shen put a stack of business cards in his hand on the coffee table, "Everyone is gone, why are you still not sleeping?"

Fang Yan shook his head, feeling upset. He put his arm over his eyes to block the light, and suddenly asked, "Today, did I win?"

Lin Shen has been with Fang Yan for many years, and we have known each other since he arrived in France. Although Fang Yan did not tell the whole story about his past, the things about Song Lai have been more or less pieced together after he was drunk these years. There was a general idea, but why Fang Yan was obsessed with Song Lai, Lin Shen still couldn't figure it out.

Lin Shen glanced at Fang Yan who was lying down, sat down, nodded, "I won."

"You surprised him by your presence, I can see that."

Fang Yan laughed, but there was a chill in his voice.

"But not happy."

Lin Shen raised his hand and tugged on Xia Yan's arm, with a serious expression on his face, "Lu Yan, don't do this, don't really think of yourself as Fang Yan.

Just play the game and let it go, don't get stuck in it and can't get out. "

Lu Yan has not heard this name for a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Lin Shen in front of him, but couldn't help but think of Song Lai's face.

Lu Yan sat up from the sofa, his eyes were indifferent.

"Games for adults don't end when they say they're over."

"The two sides in the game are me and Song Lai, even you can't interfere."

The author says:

The little wolf dog performed pretty well today hehe, you have given us little Mr. Song some face~

Mr. Song's family is complicated, and his experience is also relatively miserable, so he himself is also relatively complicated~

But the little wolf dog's game is about to begin~

It's still a day of begging for collection, begging for starfish, begging for comments!

Thanks for your support!

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