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Chapter 1021

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It was a person struggling with all her might, tugging at the rope around her neck.

She was behind Bei Yunge.

Hanging in front of the projection equipment in the theater, the atmosphere was oppressive, helpless, and desperate.

However …

At this moment, Bei Yunge's eyes were red as she sat stiffly on the chair. In her mind were countless memories that had torn her personality apart.

"Yunge?"

Song Yao called Pei Yunge a few times. It was only when she heard the last word that Pei Yunge looked up instinctively.

However, this was Song Yao's first time seeing Bei Yunge have such a gaze.

Emptiness, helplessness, and a trace of cold vigilance and hostility.

It was as if she had been abandoned.

Song Yao pursed her lips and found that the special effects here were much scarier than what she had seen just now.

"Yunge, it's all fake."

Song Yao's eyes were beautiful as she reached out to touch her head instinctively and coaxed her gently.

Bei Yunge's eyelashes fluttered. When she saw that it was Song Yao, her expression was calm, but her eyes were a little dry.

Then …

Before Song Yao could say anything, the person sitting in the seat suddenly reached out and hugged Song Yao's waist.

Her voice was imperceptibly hoarse. "Why did you only come to find me now?"

Song Yao had seen Bei Yunge in high spirits countless times, so when she suddenly saw this person in front of her, her throat felt inexplicably choked.

"I …"

Song Yao explained softly, "The elevator in the hospital is really broken. I can only take the fire stairs down."



"Yunge, don't you want me to send you?"

Song Yao grabbed Bei Yunge's hand and wrinkled her nose.

She was a little worried.

With Bei Yunge's state just now, Song Yao did not want to see it again in her life.

"No need. I still have something on. Go back early."

Bei Yunge lowered the brim of her hat and her voice sounded the same as usual. She only knocked her head lazily.

"What can Master Pei do? Go back early."

With that said, Lu Yuansi hesitated for a moment. "Song Yao, you're going back so late. Should I send you?"

Song Yao was the only one who was treated like a girl.

"Then help me send Tiantian back. I'll get going first."

Bei Yunge held her phone and waved at them.

Then, he walked toward the intersection not far away.

Song Yao looked at Bei Yunge's back and frowned instinctively.

"What's wrong? Is Master Pei crying inside?" Lu Yuansi asked Song Yao excitedly.

"…"

Song Yao shook her head and muttered, "It's just very strange …"

"What's strange?" Chu Zhixing asked.

After Song Yao regained her senses, she did not say anything and only said, "I'm going back too. I don't need you to send me off."

With that said, Song Yao unconsciously followed behind Bei Yunge, afraid that something would happen to Bei Yunge on the way.

At the subway station.

Bei Yunge looked distracted and did not notice Song Yao not far away.

Until an hour later.

Song Yao saw Bei Yunge arrive home with her own eyes before she turned and left.



Three days in a row.

Bei Yunge had been writing reports all night and only rested for two to three hours during the day.

On the fourth day.

Bei Yunge returned to the computing institute. Inside, a chubby intern was telling dirty jokes to girls.

When he saw Bei Yunge's red eyes, he teased, "Oh, Master Pei, did you indulge too much?"

Then …

Bei Yunge, who was about to leave, suddenly turned around, raised her leg, and kicked him in the butt!

Bei Yunge had his hands in his pockets and a document report under his forearm. He glanced sideways and his casual appearance made him look even more difficult to deal with.

"You have a lot to do?"

The others could clearly feel that Bei Yunge's aura today was' don't provoke me. '

(End of Chapter)

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