After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

Rong Yu paused, his heartbeat beating very subtly.

——Little Master.

It seemed that someone had called him this a long time ago. Although it was in a joking tone, his voice was full of endearment.

Rong Yu was stunned, trying hard to catch the voice that flashed through his mind. Except that he felt that the voice was very similar to Yan Dong, he had no clue.

"Get in the car." Seeing him standing still, Song Yandong said.

Rong Yu put away his cell phone, which automatically shut down when it ran out of battery, and pretended not to hear what the man said.

Song Yandong raised a smile on his lips, raised his eyebrows and teased: "What, are you afraid of what I will do to you?"

"Ha." Rong Yu sneered and gave him a big eye roll: "I can take a taxi back by myself."

Song Yandong looked at him calmly: "If my guess is correct, you should have no cash on you now. Even if you bring a card, have you ever seen a taxi with a POS machine on it for passengers to swipe their card to pay the fare? Your cell phone has just sounded the shutdown tone, and there is no way to pay the fare with your cell phone. Apart from letting me take you back, the young master seems to have no other choice."

"..." Rong Yu was stunned, his words of rejection were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.

Song Yandong smiled silently: "Don't worry, I won't eat you, and I won't ask you to treat me to a midnight snack out of gratitude."

Rong Yu was slightly moved in his heart, but did not take any steps. He always felt that things were not that simple, so he confirmed with some disbelief: "You really don't want to talk about thanks, so you want me to treat you to a midnight snack?"

"Ah."

"You won't let me treat you to dinner, or let me do other things?"

"will not."

After receiving the man's affirmative and serious answer, Rong Yu put on a sullen face and pretended to be very reluctant: "Okay, I reluctantly let you take me back."

Song Yandong looked at his arrogant little appearance and smiled fondly.

The car was still the Bentley worth nearly nine figures from last time. Although it was not the first time he saw it, Rong Yu still took a peek from time to time after sitting in, his face full of novelty and envy.

Song Yandong took in his little expression and found it very interesting.

"Do you like this car?"

The deep voice floated into his ears clearly. Rong Yu was stunned for a moment, then he cleared his throat and said loudly: "I don't like it."

Humph, I won’t say it if I like it.

"Do you have a romantic partner now?"

"..." The topic changed so quickly, so inexplicably.

As a twenty-five-year-old "elderly" Neptune with countless bed partners, it would be very embarrassing if he didn't have a romantic partner. Rong Neptune would never give a man a chance to laugh at him.

"Have."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yandong's fingers holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened, so hard that his joints turned white.

The temperature in the car suddenly dropped, and Rong Yu, who had always been careless, didn't notice it, and continued: "I started dating when I was nineteen, and I have had no less than double-digit girlfriends over the years. Now I am not only in love The subject also has a son who is over five years old.”

The car stopped at a red light in front of him. Song Yandong slowly loosened his clenched fingers and stared at Rong Yu's fair profile: "The young master is very emotional."

Rong Yu raised his chin very proudly: "Of course! Who told me that this young master is handsome and rich! Even if he is a single father, he is full of charm!"

He tilted his head and was caught off guard by a pair of deep, dark, ink-colored eyes, which contained some inexplicable lust.

Rong Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately glared and warned: "What are you looking at! I know that I am very handsome, but I only like women. You are not allowed to have any thoughts about me!"

Song Yandong stared at him for a moment, then slightly raised the corners of his lips: "What would you do if I had thoughts about you?" He suddenly leaned forward and locked his gaze tightly with Rong Yu's eyes, making eye contact with them.

The warm breath hit his face. Rong Yu straightened his back and backed away sharply. The back of his head hit the car window with a bang. He was suddenly dizzy and confused.

Song Yandong's eyes flashed with distress, and he stretched out his hand to rub the back of his head, but was slapped away by Rong Yu. He sighed helplessly: "I was just joking, and I won't do anything to you. What are you afraid of? Originally, You are not smart anymore, what if you become a fool?"

Rong Yu rubbed the painful area on the back of his head with his backhand, and cursed fiercely: "Yan, you bastard, you bastard! You are the one who will be beaten into a fool!"

Song Yandong looked at him with his eyes widened and angry, his Adam's apple rolled, and he looked away.

The red light had passed and the green light came on. Song Yandong sat upright, stepped on the accelerator, and moved forward at a constant speed.

After the vehicle drove for a while, Song Yandong suddenly asked: "Which rich girl is your current love partner?"

Rong Yu paused for a moment. Over the years, he had not dated anyone seriously, but he had countless sex partners.

A few months ago, I finally met someone I was attracted to, and I planned to have a serious relationship with him, but I didn't know that the other person turned out to be a massage girl with countless male votes.

Now that he was suddenly asked who his romantic partner was, it was impossible for him to just drag out a sex partner to act as a shield.

Rong Yu thought for a while and decided that instead of using a gun buddy as a shield, it would be better to let Wen Zhizhi be a shield.

"Ahem~" He pretended to cough and said with an unnatural expression: "She is my classmate in college. You must not know her."

Song Yandong asked: "What is it called?"

"What does my girlfriend's name have to do with you?" Rong Yu tilted his head and glared at him: "Yan, I think you are sick."

Song Yandong had a good temper and followed his words and asked, "What's the disease?"

Rong Yu said without hesitation: "No!"

Not only was Song Yandong not angry, but he curled his lips and smiled lowly: "You know best whether I won't lift it or not."

Hearing this, Rong Yu jumped up in anger and yelled: "Don't mention what happened that night again."

Song Yandong said in an innocent tone: "You mentioned it first."

"..." This bastard!

Rong Yu was so angry that he simply closed his eyes and leaned on the seat, pretending to be dead.

"Angry?"

Rong Yu said nothing.

More than angry, he was simply furious.

"Really angry?"

Rong Yu still didn't speak.

"I didn't expect that the young master is so small-minded."

Rong Yu finally couldn't bear it anymore and opened his eyes: "Yan, why do you talk so much? Don't you know that silence is golden? Can't you just shut your mouth for a while?"

Song Yandong smiled indulgently: "Young master, don't be so grumpy. Life is precious, we must always remain calm and peaceful, and never let anger control our emotions."

Rong Yu: "..."