boyutpedia Chapter 150 You are very similar
Chapter 150 You are very similar
It seems that Song Baiyuan had given prior notice, as the two were able to pass through without any obstacles.
When Yan Xun got out of the car, the window was still halfway down. He turned around and closed the car door. As his assistant was about to roll up the window, he blocked the window with his hand.
The assistant looked at Yan Xun with some puzzlement, "Did you forget something?"
"cell phone."
Yan Xun said.
He pointed to the cell phone that was lying on the passenger seat.
The assistant remembered that Yan Xun had always kept it on his person, and probably accidentally left it on the car seat when he got up, without paying any attention to it.
He casually picked up the phone from the driver's seat, and the locked screen was activated as he did so.
A strange woman appeared on the lock screen.
The assistant almost lost his grip... He couldn't help but look up at Yan Xun, who was half-bent over with one hand resting on the gap in the car window.
"What's wrong?" Yan Xun asked.
The assistant's mind suddenly went blank. The underground parking garage wasn't dark, and he could clearly see Yan Xun outside the car door.
The other person seemed a little impatient and moved his hand, saying, "Give it to me."
The assistant shoved the phone into Yan Xun's hand, but Yan Xun grabbed her wrist instead.
assistant:"!"
"Brother." Yan Xun gestured to his assistant to roll down the car window.
Seeing that Yan Xun was holding onto his hand tightly, the assistant still rolled down the car window.
Yan Xun leaned against the passenger window, one hand still holding his assistant's wrist that was holding the phone, and said, "Thank you."
As he spoke, he took the phone back from his assistant.
When Yan Xun retrieved his phone, the lock screen lit up again, revealing the face of that strange woman.
The assistant looked away. "Then you go up first. I'll head back now if there's nothing else."
"Hmm." Yan Xun straightened up, put his phone in his pocket, but didn't leave.
The assistant was in a state of confusion. He didn't know if Yan Xun had figured something out, or if Song Baiyuan had figured something out and deliberately sent Yan Xun to test him. He wanted to drive away immediately, but then he found Yan Xun standing in front of the car.
Then they went around to the driver's seat.
Even though he moved very slowly, his assistant still felt a little creeped out.
For some reason, he always felt that Yan Xun was capable of doing something like punching a piece of glass and pulling his head out.
"Is there anything else?" the assistant asked, rolling down the car window again.
He regretted asking the question as soon as it left his mouth—because he realized that his attitude was a bit off, sounding impatient, completely unlike the cautious and obedient assistant who used to serve Song Baiyuan.
"nothing."
Yan Xun bent over slightly, looking at the assistant in the driver's seat.
"Be careful on the road."
"That's what I wanted to tell you."
The assistant gripped the steering wheel, feeling that Yan Xun's words were more of a curse than a reminder—the thought of how long Yan Xun had spent in the office with Song Baiyuan, and the obviously newly changed lock screen wallpaper, made the assistant even more uneasy.
“Okay…” The assistant turned his head, not looking at Yan Xun, “I’ll be careful on the way.”
"Ah."
"After all, there are many cars coming and going here, so if there is a car accident, it will just be considered an accident."
This is definitely a threat! the assistant thought!
He gripped the steering wheel, remaining motionless for a long time. Finally, he looked at Yan Xun and asked, "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing," Yan Xun said, feigning ignorance. "I just thought you looked tired and was worried you might be driving while fatigued."
"Or do you think I've discovered something?"
Yan Xun asked again.
"For example, discovering that you and your sister actually look very alike?"
Yan Xun bent over slightly and looked at the assistant in the driver's seat through the crack in the car window.
He suddenly reached out, startling the assistant in the driver's seat—who instinctively pressed the window roll-up button, and only uttered a single word until Yan Xun was trapped—
"it hurts."
"Did you press the wrong button, bro?"
Yan Xun looked at his arm that was trapped and asked.
The assistant now feels terrified whenever he hears Yan Xun call him "brother." He even suspects that Yan Xun is doing it on purpose so that he will have a psychological trauma from hearing that word in the future.
He finally gave up and slumped over the steering wheel, looking at Yan Xun. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Just how much do you know?"
"Does Song Baiyuan know everything?"
"I don't know much." Yan Xun stretched his arm out of the trap and touched it—it didn't actually hurt, but he just pretended to show it to his assistant.
"I just think she looks a lot like you." Yan Xun took out his phone from his pocket and showed the assistant the person in the photo. "Is she your sister?"
"That's why you're so excited."
"Because you know your sister won't raise a ghost child."
The assistant didn't know when Yan Xun found out, nor what the other party knew, but when he saw his sister's photo, the assistant gave up struggling and sighed.
"Yes."
"I firmly believe she wouldn't raise a ghost child."
Yan Xun glanced at the time. "At this hour, it seems unnecessary for you to go back."
"Will you come upstairs with me?"
The assistant didn't say anything.
“I told my uncle…”
“Okay, I’ll go up.” The assistant immediately said.
But Yan Xun still made a call. Just as he was about to open the car door and snatch Yan Xun's phone, he heard Yan Xun say to the other end—
“I asked him to help me tidy up the house, and he stopped going back to the company to clock in.”
Song Baiyuan said something on the other end, and Yan Xun responded with a few "hmm" sounds before hanging up the phone in front of his assistant.
He showed his assistant the screen; the person on the other end of the call was indeed Song Baiyuan.
"He told you to remember to clock in on DingTalk for field work," Yan Xun said, putting his phone in his pocket.
He watched his assistant turn off the engine, then got out of the driver's seat.
"How much do you know?" the assistant asked.
"Just a little bit."
Yan Xun said.
"I just looked up information about those six people while we were talking, and I found out that she looks a bit like you."
Yan Xun looked up at the assistant in front of him.
The overhead light from the garage shone directly on the other person's face, and because of the lighting, part of their face was in shadow when they lowered their head.
No way...
This thought suddenly popped into Yan Xun's head.
Where were you the day Ning Xinian and I recorded the show?
The assistant didn't understand Yan Xun's meaning, but still honestly said, "I was originally planning to visit you and Ning Xinian on set, but something came up and I couldn't go."
"Arranged by my uncle?"
"Yes."
"Was there something urgent that prevented you from going?" Yan Xun asked again.
"The car broke down," the assistant said. "I don't know why, but the car has some problems. By the time it's fixed, your show recording will have already started."
“I told Song Baiyuan, and he said forget it.”
At this point, the assistant stopped calling him "boss" and started addressing Song Baiyuan by his full name.
Yan Xun nodded.
The assistant wasn't sure what he meant, but didn't ask any further questions.
It wasn't until the two of them entered the elevator and reached the floor where Song Baiyuan lived that Yan Xun suddenly asked a question.
Do you remember what you wore that day?
The assistant didn't understand why Yan Xun insisted on caring about what he was wearing, but he still suppressed his emotions and said...
"A grey hoodie and a baseball cap."
"I was originally wearing this, but it got dirty while I was getting the car repaired, so I changed into something else when I got back." After saying this, he looked at Yan Xun and asked, "Is this alright, young master?"
"Was my report detailed enough?"