She was also seen at the banquet.

Some people have admiration in their eyes, others have disdain in their eyes.

Xiangmeng seemed to see something interesting, and her eyes froze.

Walking through the crowd, she had already reached out and put her hand on the man's shoulder, and smiled lightly, "This gentleman is so strange, what do you call him?" ”

The man was cold and polite: "Lin Yao." ”

……

met for the first time at the banquet, and the two gradually got acquainted.

Xiangmeng went to Lin Yao's house as a guest and secretly sneaked into the study, preparing to steal his documents.

Just as she was rummaging, the door suddenly opened.

"What are you doing?" Lin Yao's eyes were cold, staring at Xiangmeng tightly.

Xiangmeng, who was still panicked in the last second, turned around and smiled:

"I've been waiting too long, and I want to find some books to read in your study." Xiangmeng casually pulled out a book from the shelf.

Lin Yao lowered his eyes lightly and looked at the woman in front of him.

Her eyes wandered, and she didn't flinch, as if she really hadn't stolen any classified documents.

Lin Yao approached and said, "Do you want to watch "One Hundred Years of Solitude"? ”

Xiangmeng coughed, changed the topic, and turned against the customer: "Is it Jinwu Zangjiao, don't you want me to find out?" ”

"Nope." Lin Yao paused and said, "My room, you can come in at any time." ”

"Lin Yao, if you say that, it will make me misunderstood." Xiangmeng reached out and touched his chest, his fingers slowly went down, and there was gradually some seduction in his eyes.

An ambiguous atmosphere surrounds the two.

"When the meal is ready, come down and eat." Lin Yao turned around and left coldly.

Xiangmeng breathed a sigh of relief.

But when I thought of the telegraph I had just seen, I had a lot of doubts in my heart.

……

The rivalry between the two was very ambiguous, and the audience couldn't help but applaud.

This did not bother the two people on stage in the slightest.

Transition to the last scene.

It was Xiangmeng who was playing mahjong with the rich wives, they chatted and talked about the recent news:

"Did you hear that? The wealthy businessman surnamed Lin secretly sent medicine to that one. ”

"Lin Yao? Who are you going to send medicine to? ”

"The one that can't be said. Tsk, it was later found out that he died a miserable death! Hey, Xiangmeng, isn't Lin Yao a good friend of you? ”

"It's just that we've eaten together, and if you say that, wife, I'm going to be arrested and interrogated." Xiangmeng hurriedly cleared up the relationship and typed out one, "Six cylinders." ”

"Huh!"

Mrs. Fu was interrupted and reshuffled.

Xiangmeng smiled and looked out the window.

On the other side is the scene of Lin Yao's execution.

They counted Lin Yao's crimes.

The atmosphere gradually changed from relaxed to low pressure.

Even the corpses after the execution were not cared for.

The rain was pouring down, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road.

It wasn't until the night was dark that a pair of silver stilettos appeared.

Xiangmeng was wearing a white cheongsam and holding an umbrella, looking at it from a distance, with tears in her eyes, as if she couldn't fall.

The camera zooms out and the background sounds.

Xiangmeng: "I naturally like Mr. Lin, but Mr. Lin is too indifferent and overwhelmed me." ”

"It's so cold, if you can put on Mr. Lin's clothes, it won't be cold."

"Lin Yao, are you peeking at me?"

Lin Yao: "My room, you can come in at any time." ”

"When the war is over, we'll go to Paris."

"If I don't come back this time, don't wait for me."

In the last scene, it was Xiangmeng who found the telegraph that Lin Yao was hiding, and took over his work with a determined look in his eyes.

The whole performance is over.

The audience applauded thunderously.

The whole performance cuts from a light-hearted perspective, and gradually becomes heavier in the later stage.

Barrage: [Woo woo look crying, I really cry in the back!] 】