While queuing at the port of entry at Singapore Changi Airport, Lin Yushu raised his left hand to check the time for the umpteenth time.

Although his emotions were not shown on his face at all, his actions still could not escape Shao Guangjie's eyes.

"Today is fast enough." Shao Guangjie mistook Lin Yushu for thinking that the team was moving slowly, "I once queued for nearly two hours."

"Really?" Lin Yushu said calmly, "There really should be a VIP channel here."

There is no VIP for entry and exit, Lin Yushu is just talking casually, because he really can't tell Shao Guangjie that the reason why he is so irritable now is purely because Shao Guangjie asked his secretary to arrange the flight in the afternoon.

The race in Singapore is a city street race, and the time is all in the evening, which is the qualifying at 8:00 p.m. on Saturday and the main race at 8:00 p.m. on Sunday.

When the border inspector stamped Lin Yushu's work visa, he checked the time again—9:00 p.m., good, halfway through the qualifying session.

As long as Shao Guangjie asks his secretary to advance the flight by a few hours, they will not miss the qualifying match perfectly.

This further confirmed Lin Yushu's thoughts. Shao Guangjie didn't bring him to Singapore to watch the game at all.

The urban area of Singapore is very small, and it takes only half an hour to drive from Changi Airport to Marina Bay Sands Hotel.

At this time, the whole city was filled with the deafening sound of engines, and F1 cars galloped past on the well-lit track.

The atmosphere of the city street race was extremely strong, but Lin Yushu, who was sitting in the hotel shuttle bus, could only listen to the sound of the engine to enjoy himself, because when he arrived at the hotel, the qualifying round was almost over.

The check-in has already been done by the secretary. Shao Guangjie took the room card at the front desk and took Lin Yushu to the elevator. When the two finally came to a deluxe twin room, Lin Yushu finally couldn't help frowning.

"Mr. Shao," he pulled a small business suitcase, stood still at the door of the room, "living in a room will disturb your rest."

"How come?" Shao Guangjie opened the freezer comfortably, and took out a can of soda, "During the competition, the housing supply is tight, so Xiao Wang can only book this one."

The dignified CEO of Eternal Star Group can only book a room with two beds. Who will believe this nonsense?

But Shao Guangjie had already said so, and Lin Yushu couldn't expose it, so he could only pull the suitcase into the room.

Lin Yushu didn't want to go out with Shao Guangjie alone. There was a very important reason that he knew that Shao Guangjie was a pair.

In all fairness, Shao Guangjie is not bad-looking, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he is tall and straight, and he treats his subordinates like a gentleman, and there are a lot of his fans in the company.

Lin Yushu was also polite to this boss, after all Shao Guangjie is the heir of the Eternal Star Group.But what he didn't like very much was that Shao Guangjie always seemed to test his sexual orientation intentionally or unintentionally.

Just like now.

It was normal for two big men to live in one room, but Lin Yushu knew that Shao Guangjie was interested in men, which was very subtle.

Shao Guangjie likes beautiful men. Although Lin Yushu is not as glamorous as a celebrity, he has a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes.

Although he usually wears a suit at work, and his rational and restrained image can weaken the existence of peach blossom eyes, but the shrewd and capable temperament on his body is unmatched by those who have superficiality.

At some point, Lin Yushu noticed that Shao Guangjie would lightly touch his shoulder or his side from time to time. These actions were very natural and did not cross the line, so Lin Yushu was not sure whether Shao Guangjie did it on purpose.

"My friend is already downstairs in the casino," Shao Guangjie looked at the phone in his hand while drinking soda, "You go down with me, and you can clean up when you come back later."

As usual, the tone was taken for granted, as if it was only natural for Lin Yushu to accompany him to the casino for fun.

"Mr. Shao." Lin Yushu didn't follow Shao Guangjie this time, and pointed to the large French window behind him, "I want to go down to watch the show."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the beautiful night view of Marina Bay, and on the other side of Marina Bay is the F1 venue.

"Performing?" Shao Guangjie stopped drinking water.

"Yes." Lin Yushu said, "There is a band I like."

During the two-day event, the organizer will invite many performers to fill in the gaps outside the competition.

The time period from 10:00 to 12:00 on Saturday night is the live of the biggest performers, usually international superstars.

Originally, Shao Guangjie lured Lin Yushu to Singapore using F1 as a cover. If he missed the qualifying and he was not allowed to watch the performance, it would really be unreasonable.

"That's fine." Shao Guangjie didn't force it, and said indifferently, "Come back early in the evening."

Singapore at the end of September is still scorching hot, even if it is close to 10 pm, the heat waves are coming in waves.

Lin Yushu himself had no interest in the band, he just wanted to find an excuse to stay away from Shao Guangjie.

But he really had nowhere else to go this evening, so he still came to the F1 stadium, bought a glass of beer for 20 yuan at the entrance, and walked slowly to the padang stage.

At this time, a large number of music fans had gathered on the lawn. Lin Yushu came early and found a seat not far from the stage.And not long after, a crowd of people crowded behind him.

The surroundings began to be filled with the languages of various countries, Lin Yushu emptied his mind, and didn't bother to care where these strangers came from.

But soon, a vague fragrance caught his attention, and his "people radar" was activated immediately, and he smelled the perfume of ebony agarwood.

The top note of this woody masculine fragrance is whiskey and the base note is tobacco, which is mixed with oriental agarwood, which is Lin Yushu's favorite flavor.

He involuntarily moved his gaze to the left along the scent, and found that standing beside him was a man in a white POLO shirt.

Lin Yushu is 1.78 meters tall, not short among Asians, but the man next to him is still half a head taller than him, estimated to be more than 1.85 meters.

"...Do you really want to go back?..."

"Well, go back and have a look."

There is another person standing on the left side of the man, and the two are chatting unimportantly, speaking Chinese.

Lin Yushu had no intention of eavesdropping on other people's chats, but when he was about to put his mind elsewhere, words that he was interested in appeared in the conversation between the two.

"Do you have a psychological price for this acquisition?"

"Look at their sincerity."

When it comes to majors, Lin Yushu became interested.

He glanced to the left calmly, and found that the man was chatting with his hands folded around his chest, and this action was just convenient for Lin Yushu to observe his watch——

The joint limited edition of Richard Mille and McLaren is priced at RMB 1.4 million and is limited to 500 pieces worldwide. It doesn't matter if you want to buy it, you can't buy it.

Lin Yushu has always taken no trouble in expanding his network, because the financial industry requires more resources and background than the entertainment industry.

But just when Lin Yushu was about to find a reason to talk to those two people, a burst of passionate bass sound suddenly erupted from the other side of the stage, instantly igniting the enthusiasm of the audience.

live started.

The loose crowd moved closer to the edge of the stage. The people who were standing at the back knocked Lin Yushu away and pushed forward, and Lin Yushu inevitably fell to the left.

The center of gravity can no longer be adjusted, and the beer in his hand is bound to spill out.

At this moment, Lin Yushu had only one thought in his mind: don't spill it on someone's watch.

It was too late to say it, but he turned instinctively to the right, and fell to the left in a backward posture. The beer was splashed on his own shoulder as expected, and he avoided a disaster.

At the same time, his back bumped into a solid chest, his lower back was firmly supported, and a man's voice sounded beside his ear: "Are you all right?"

He didn't hear it very clearly just now, but now that he was close, Lin Yushu realized that the man's voice was very deep, as if the pronunciation part was deep in the throat, unlike the normal Chinese way of speaking.

"Feel sorry."

Lin Yushu stood up straight, turned around and found that the beer had still splashed on someone else's chest.

He hastily took out the handkerchief in his trouser pocket—this was a habit he had developed when he was studying in an international school since he was a child, and he carried a handkerchief just in case—and pressed it on the other person's chest, trying to help him clean up the water stains.

The man in front of him should have been exercising all year round, and the lines of his chest muscles are quite clear.

Out of politeness before, Lin Yushu never looked at the other person's appearance. Now that he was standing face to face, there was no offense, so he raised his head while apologizing: "I'm sorry, it's not my reason..."

In the middle of speaking, Lin Yushu suddenly got stuck.

He looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and it took him a full second to be sure that he was right.

...No.

The person in front of him turned out to be Song Qiming.

Out of work needs, Lin Yushu often pays attention to Song Qiming's developments.

He had seen countless photos of Song Qiming on the Internet, and he had imagined how to deal with Song Qiming in the negotiation field.But he never thought that he would meet Song Qiming in such an explosive rock live in Singapore.

He clearly knew that Song Qiming was an F1 fan, and he also knew that Song Qiming was going back to China next week. Why didn't he expect that Song Qiming would drop by to watch the race in Singapore before going back?

It has to be said that Song Qiming in real life is more attractive than the photos. His deep eyes reveal a heroic spirit that cannot be reproduced in the photos. His facial features are more three-dimensional under the illumination of the stage lights. A close look at each other is enough to shock people.

Lin Yushu thought inopportunely, no wonder Song Qiming speaks Chinese in such a low voice, it should be because he is used to speaking German.

But that's beside the point.

Perhaps, now Lin Yushu should take back the hand on Song Qiming's chest.