As soon as she reached the door of Room 999, Song Youran had not had time to reach out to knock on the door, the door was opened from the inside, and a woman with half-exposed charming shoulders rushed out. The woman's hair slightly covered most of her face, and almost hit her head in Song Youran's arms with the momentum.

Thinking that there might be someone she was looking for in the room, Song Youran's eyes dimmed, and she couldn't help but look at the woman a few more times.

She has a bulge in front and a squint back, delicate skin, wearing a brightly colored miniskirt, black stockings, a pair of red high heels on her feet, with shallow eyeliner and heavy makeup, a rare beauty.

"What are you looking at?" The woman didn't seem to expect that there was a person standing at the door, showing displeasure, scolded her, twisted her body and left, and complained with dissatisfaction.

"Isn't it just that there is a lot of money? I don't have money and think I can be arrogant and dare to drive me away. I won't serve you anymore."

Song Youran was stunned, turned around and looked at the door where there was still a gap, and gently pushed the door in.

What catches your eye is similar to the part of the living room, with very careful arrangement, pure white cashmere carpet, pure black leather sofa, transparent glass crystal lamp, black and white art murals designed by famous artists, simple and atmospheric black and white style, occasionally gray interspersed with it.

Song Youran frowned slightly. With such a monotonous and unified color, how boring his life was.

His eyes flowed and fell on the two wooden doors standing opposite each other.

She tried to calm herself down, tightened her palms with her handbag slightly, walked to one of the wooden doors and raised her hand to knock on the door.

QQQ.

There was no sound behind the door. Song Youran knocked three times again, but there was still no sound. Isn't this room?

At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the other door behind her.

The door was opened, and a little smell of cigarettes and alcohol came out. Song Youran obviously noticed a tall figure standing behind her, and the strong manly aura wrapped her up. Her originally calm heart suddenly became nervous.

She turned around slowly.

The man was wearing a dark shirt on his upper body, and his tie was a little loose, with a faint unruly smell in the depth. His face was as perfect as a carved one. His eyes seemed to be brewing with a thick ink, attracting people to indulge in it. His thin lips were slightly curled back, with awesome momentum and nobleness.

Song Youran used to think that men wearing dark shirts were very attractive. When she saw Yin Yueze like this, she felt even more moved and forgot what she was going to say.

"It's you." Yin Yueze saw the person in front of him clearly and was a little surprised.

Song Youran guessed that he hadn't forgotten what happened last time, so he nodded slightly, "Yin, Mr. Yin."

"You were also asked by Shaoheng?"

Seeing Song Youran nodding, Yin Yueze felt a little ache, and with dizziness after drinking, he couldn't help but raise his hand and rub the forehead.

I had a social event today and I drank a little more. I was taken here by Wei Shaoheng. This suite was his exclusive suite in the Emperor. I would occasionally stay there. It was nothing, but Wei Shaoheng even called a woman for a very good reason. Seeing that he worked hard every day and had a strong liver fire, he helped him vent his anger.

He had just driven the woman away when Song Youran came in again.

Forget it, but is this one in front of you adult?

Song Youran saw his discomfort and looked at him without blinking, "Heart?"

Yin Yueze did not answer, his expression flashed with fatigue. Yin's current situation has many things to deal with every day. As the Yin family's ruler, he naturally took it as a matter of ten years of life. He numbed himself at work, worked overtime, had a headache and stomachache, which was almost commonplace.

"I'll give you a massage?" Song Youran asked tentatively.

Yin Yueze stared at her for a while before letting out a low "Yeah" from the depths of his throat."

Song Youran led him to a single sofa and sat down. He poured a cup of warm water and placed it on the coffee table. Then he walked around behind him and watched him gently close his eyes and lean on the sofa, waiting for the comfort that was about to come.

She lowered her eyes, placed her hands gently on his temple, pressing them up lightly or hardly, and each stroke was just right, just like the most magical medicine in the world, dissolving his fatigue bit by bit.

Yin Yueze's frown stretched out, and his temple, which had been aching faintly, didn't hurt anymore.

"Have you learned it?" The thin lips moved and spit out two words.

"In the past, the elders at home often had headaches, so they went to learn some." He spoke, and Song Youran knew that his massage had worked.

Since Ji Ren and Aunt Song divorced, Aunt Song has suffered from a headache. She specially used her spare time to learn massage. After Aunt Song passed away, this benefit fell on Song Ling. Yin Yueze was the only person who enjoyed it except the two of them.

After a while, Yin Yueze opened his eyes, leaned forward to get the cup, took a sip, and Song Youran took his hand back.

"Come to me, are you willing?" Yin Yueze raised his eyes, his faint eyes seemed to have insight into people's hearts and made people have nowhere to avoid.

Mu Yunshen is not Wei Shaoheng. He has never heard of him saying that there is a girl he likes in the past. He can protect someone with such certainty, which means that this person is indeed important to him. Song Youran appears here, either because Wei Shaoheng forced it or she voluntarily.

Song Youran was stunned, with a confused expression. Why did this sound a little strange? It should be both forced and voluntary.

"If you have any needs, you can tell Yunshen, there is no need to do this." With Mu Yunshen's ability, he would not be able to support a woman. It would be a pity for her to stay in such a place.

Song Youran was even more confused. He should be talking about Mu Yunshen. Mu Yunshen is also a friend of Yin Yueze, but she never knew when Mu Yunshen was involved with him.

"Yun Shen?" she asked back, revealing a faint confusion.

This time, the confusion in Song Youran's expression became Yin Yueze. Is it because of the confusion in Song Youran's expression not a false statement, is it because Yun Shen is unrequited love?

His expression suddenly became strange, and then he became calm.

Even so, Shaoheng has done it. Song Youran is someone Yun Shen likes, and his friend’s wife should not be bullied. He still understands this principle.

"I just pretend that what happened today has never happened. You have a very good age and good capital, and you should not be abandoned here in vain." For him, Song Youran was just a passerby who met by chance. He gave a heartfelt advice for a comfortable massage today.

The Emperor is a large dye vat. After staying for a long time, no one can escape cleanly. He admires Song Youran's calm temperament, so he feels compassion.

"Thank you Mr. Yin for your reminder." Song Youran just thanked him, and did not say whether to leave or stay.

Yin Yueze nodded, waved his hand and signaled, and Song Youran left the room in a clear way.

Standing outside the door, she felt relieved inexplicably and walked slowly downstairs while thinking about what to do next.

Buzz —

The cell phone in her pocket vibrated. Song Youran took it out and saw that it was Lu Xiao's. It was probably because she hadn't been back for so long.

When she answered the phone, she whispered: "Go back now."
Chapter completed!