Chapter 56

"Young Master..."

He died? Just like that?

"...Young Master?"

Then will I be the next one? According to Master Zhao's theory of blood relationship, I am his best supplement.

"Young Master!"

The man with a scar on his face stood in front of Liu Qifan, his body as loud as a bell: "What's wrong with you?"

Emperor Liu Qifan stopped and followed his gaze to look at the bloodstains on his clothes, his face turned pale to almost transparent.

He just heard the screams and wanted to go back to see if something happened, but he never expected to see such a horrific scene.

“…”

This is the blood of Master Zhao, and also the blood of that Taoist boy, the real "Liu Qifan"...

"You! And you guys!" Liu Qifan raised his head suddenly and pointed randomly, "All of you, follow me!"

More than ten years ago, he had already failed once, and that time Song Zhiyi ran away. Today, he must get Lin Xiaofeng over, otherwise, otherwise...

It was a warm day and clear sky, but Liu Qifan couldn't stop shaking.

Otherwise, he would definitely be the next to die.

*

China Star Entertainment, lounge.

Song Zhiyi hung up the phone, looking even more tired.

Just now, Song Yunzhi and Jingchen, who had disappeared for two days, finally called her back, and what they said was almost the same as what she learned at the Golden Globes.

Ever since Song Zhiyi grew up and was able to start her own business, Song Yunzhi and Jingchen closed their company and went traveling. She originally thought that the two of them wanted to enjoy their own world, but only recently did she find out the secret.

Just as she had originally speculated, her aunt's death more than ten years ago was definitely related to the "master" of the Liu family, but that person hid himself very deeply and could not be found.

Later, Song Yunzhi and the golden ball dreamed together, and learned that Song Zhiyu was under a death curse. In order to break the curse, they could only run around, and even due to certain restrictions, they could not tell the truth.

If Song Zhiyi hadn't already known most of the truth, she probably still wouldn't be able to get the details.

Song Zhiyi picked up the black coffee and took a sip. The bitter taste stimulated his heavy head and made him feel clear-headed.

She took out the character card album and tapped the hard cover with her fingers intentionally or unintentionally.

According to Jin Qiu, as long as she can find the lost pen, this personal card book will automatically recover it and correct everyone's fate.

So the question is, where can we find the writer?

Tsk, after all that, I still have to go to the Liu family.

If only they could bring it to our door.

Knock knock——

Song Zhiyi unzipped the front of her sweatshirt and stuffed the character card booklet back in.

Song Zhiyu bought this sweater to hold his cat, but Qiuqiu... is too fluffy, so the visual effect of putting the cat in it is hard to describe. However, the pocket in the front is big enough, so it is a good choice to use it to hold the character card book.

When he opened the door, Lin Xiaofeng's assistant was standing outside.

"Ms. Song, Xiaofeng's filming will be finished soon. You can go over first."

"good."

“…”

Lin Xiaofeng was waiting on the first floor, looking around helplessly, with a hint of worry between his delicate brows.

The agent said that a big boss asked the company to give her a long vacation, and the return date is uncertain. This is almost like putting her on ice.

Now she was waiting here because that big boss had specifically asked for her. She didn't know who she had offended...

I owe Miss Song so much money. If I lose my job, how am I going to pay back the debt for my mother's medical treatment?

"Ugh—"

Lin Xiaofeng let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhiyi came over from the side and saw Lin Xiaofeng frowning and wondering what he was thinking. He couldn't help but tease, "Are you so unhappy to see me?"

"Ms. Song?" Lin Xiaofeng was delighted, but then his smile froze again. He asked cautiously, "Did you ask the company to give me leave?"

"It's me," Song Zhiyi said calmly. Seeing Lin Xiaofeng's expression changing, she seemed to understand something and said, "Sister Chen, I mean Mr. Chen. Didn't she tell you?"

Lin Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "How can a small artist like me have the guts to talk to Mr. Chen?"

"Don't worry," Song Zhiyi patted her shoulder, "I can't tell you the details, but it's all for your own good. Although you can't take any notices during this period of rest, I will pay you according to the notices that artists of your level take at Huaxing, which is three times the salary. You don't have to worry about living problems."

"No, no, no, no, no," seeing Song Zhiyi walk out, Lin Xiaofeng quickly followed, "If it weren't for you, I don't know what my mother would be like now, no need to pay me anymore."

"Of course I have to compensate you for the delay in your work," Song Zhiyi said, "Come with me to a place during this period. You don't need to worry about your life, but your movements may be more restricted."

Song Zhiyi stopped walking, turned around and looked at her seriously, "I can meet any of your requests, but there is only one thing, you need to reduce the frequency of going out as much as possible, and even if you go out, you need someone to accompany you to ensure safety. Can you accept it?"

“…”

Lin Xiaofeng was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Okay."

"Don't you want to ask me why?" Song Zhiyi was stunned.

"I believe you won't harm me," Lin Xiaofeng said, "Also, although I don't know what happened, I feel that you won't tell the truth even if I ask you, so let's just leave it like this.

"Where are we going now?"

As they were talking, they had already left the Huaxing Entertainment Building. Song Zhiyi glanced in the direction of Yu An and saw that he seemed to be giving directions to passers-by. He said, "Go..."

"Excuse me, is this Lin Xiaofeng? My girlfriend is your fan, can I get her an autograph?"

A baby-faced boy suddenly came over and pointed to the side. I saw that there was indeed a girl standing there, looking down at her mobile phone.

Lin Xiaofeng blinked and looked at Song Zhiyi as if asking for instructions.

"Let's go, I'll go with you." Song Zhiyi said.

The boy led the way, Song Zhiyi followed behind, glanced casually, and paused again. It was quite a coincidence that they passed by the place where Song Zhiyu had "sickness" a few months ago and pulled Lin Xiaofeng over to press his red eyes against the wall.

There are very few people here, and I don't know how he found this place...

Wait, there seems to be someone in that alley.

Turning back, I just saw the baby-faced boy's "girlfriend" spinning her phone around, as if she had finally found the direction, and walked away.

"Eh? She was supposed to sign an autograph, so why did she leave?"

"Yeah, why did you leave?" The baby-faced boy was still smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "Maybe it's because she is not my girlfriend at all."

"you?!!"

“…”

“…”

China Star Entertainment, top floor.

After recording songs for a whole day, Qi Nanfeng felt dizzy and could only say hello to the producer and take a break to rest his voice.

It was neither too early nor too late, and there were not many people in the rooftop garden. The temperature dropped rapidly, and even many flowers began to turn yellow and lose their leaves.

Qi Nanfeng squatted down, cleaned the pots of flowers at his feet, and piled the leaves aside.

The wind on the roof was very strong, and if you weren't careful, the leaves would be blown down by the wind.

Helplessly, Qi Nanfeng could only stand up, pick up the leaf and throw it into the trash can a few meters away.

Hmm? Next is Song Zhiyi. When did she come to the company?

Thanks to his good eyesight, he could see the figure below clearly even from more than ten floors away.

The guy next to her seems to be an artist from Shi Company? He looks familiar, is he a friend?

Qi Nanfeng stood still holding the fallen leaves and looking at them, with a faint smile on the corners of his lips. Although he had not said it explicitly, he was sure that Song Zhiyi had remembered the time they met as children.

So, what dreams does she have? Dreams of getting to know him and growing up with him.

Wait, who is that guy?

Qi Nanfeng stared at the boy who suddenly appeared, and his expression instantly fell.

What are you doing so close to me, smiling like a flatterer?

Qi Nanfeng snorted coldly, walked to the trash can and threw the leaves away, clapped his hands, and looked downstairs again, his pupils suddenly shrinking violently.

——That is, kidnapping? ! !