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

After talking about Song Yan'nan's fitting, Chu Yanyi took the initiative to talk about the time he met Song Yandong while having lunch with Rong Yu at noon.

Song Yanxi smiled slightly, looking very gentle: "What did he tell you?"

Chu Yanyi looked at him and said, "Nothing."

After finishing the drink in the bottle, Chu Yanyi looked down at his watch and then returned his gaze to Song Yanxi, who was casually flipping through the financial magazine he had not finished reading, but his eyes were not fixed on the pages.

Seeing that he didn't look like he was going to read, Chu Yanyi stood up and threw the bottle into the trash can, not bothering to care about him: "I'm going to take a nap, you can do whatever you want."

Having said that, he pushed open the door of the lounge and walked in.

However, as soon as he went in and lay down, his cell phone rang.

Seeing the number that couldn't be more familiar, he pressed the call button: "Dad."

"Dear little prince, your birthday is coming soon. Will you go home for your birthday this year?"

If Albert hadn't called him, he would have forgotten that his 25th birthday was coming soon.

"There's probably no time to go back."

"Shine, you haven't had a birthday party in two years."

"I'm going to Country F to participate in a fashion competition in a little over a week. I have a lot of things to deal with after the competition, and I also have to prepare for the fall new product fashion show. I'm very sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time to go back."

"Well, I wish you win the competition. If you need money, be sure to tell dad."

"Thank you dad."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Yanyi lay back on the bed.

Since he became a member of the Albert family, he can receive pocket money of no less than three million every month. Albert and Brett would transfer money to him from time to time, and they would transfer him large amounts of money during festivals.

His family took care of his food, clothing, housing and transportation, and he had almost no need to spend money on a regular basis. Therefore, by the time he was eighteen, he had saved more than 1 billion yuan in pocket money.

After he turned eighteen, his annual dividend from shares was at least one billion yuan, so he never lacked money to spend, but Albert would ask about it every time he called.

Is this an expression of fatherly love?

Chu Yanyi closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when the door of the lounge was pushed open.

He opened his eyes and tilted his head slightly to look at the door: "Why did you come in?"

Song Yanxi closed the door with his backhand and said with a smile: "I'll accompany you to take a lunch break."

"Who wants you to accompany me?"

Song Yanxi walked to the bed and gently pushed him: "Go to sleep, let me sleep for a while too."

Chu Yanyi looked at him silently, and after a while he moved his body inside.

Song Yanxi curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a slight smile.

The lounge is only 50 square meters, so the bed inside is 1.5 meters long.

As soon as Song Yanxi lay down, their bodies inevitably touched.

Chu Yanyi turned sideways and tried hard to fall asleep, but with Song Yanxi, such a big Buddha, lying next to him, it was really difficult for him to fall asleep.

Song Yanxi pressed his body tightly against him, his hands across his waist, reaching under his shirt and gently caressing his skin.

Chu Yanyi's body stiffened, and he reflexively pressed the hand that was messing with his waist and abdomen: "Be honest, don't touch me."

"What? Are you reacting?" Song Yanxi not only did not stop his movements, but instead moved his fingers gradually upwards and drew circles on his chest.

The fingers that have been holding pens and typing on keyboards for years have no calluses and the fingertips are soft.

His fingers moved across his chest, feeling cool and smooth, causing his skin to tremble slightly wherever they passed.

Chu Yanyi did not reject such touching, so he just let him do it.

Song Yanxi moved his head closer, his nose scratching the skin of his neck, sniffing his scent like a puppy.

The warm breath sprayed on his neck, and Chu Yanyi dodged uncomfortably, but the man came closer again, his nose still scratching his neck: "Yanyan, you smell so good, so good~ What perfume are you wearing?" There was a hint of flirting in his voice with a low laugh.

"......" Chu Yanyi was stunned: "I didn't wear perfume."

Song Yanxi raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Then why do you smell so good?"

"It should be the residual smell of shower gel or laundry detergent." Chu Yanyi turned his body sideways with his back to him.

Song Yanxi supported himself on the bed with one hand, pulled the hand that was messing around on his chest out from under his shirt, turned his body over, pinched his chin, and began to kiss him without saying a word.

Ever since they had sex that night at the farm in the suburbs, Song Yanxi had particularly liked kissing him.

Compared to the first time, his kissing skills now can be described as "perfect".

During the two years when they were lovers, he remembered that one time Song Yanxi suddenly wanted to kiss him, but he refused with the words "Kissing is the transmission of feelings, and only if you truly like someone will you want to kiss him." Now it seems that he can't find any reason to refuse.

Chu Yanyi narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at him from a close distance, their hot breath spraying on each other's faces.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched Song Yanxi's cheek. The skin under his fingers was smooth, white, delicate and firm.

What a handsome face.

Even if it wasn't for revenge on Bai Lian, I would have slept with him just because of his handsome face.

"looking at what?"

Song Yanxi gently stroked his lips, which were kissed red, with the tip of his thumb, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"Nothing." Chu Yanyi shook his head and lowered his eyes to block his overly direct gaze.

Song Yanxi looked at him quietly. Chu Yanyi's affectionate eyes, with slightly upturned corners, were clearly black and white, clear and clean. When he stared at someone without blinking, he appeared focused and affectionate, as if the other person was his whole world.

Song Yanxi lowered his head again and covered his lips, sucking hard. His tongue licked his chin, slid to his neck and then to his collarbone. He raised his hand to unbutton his shirt. His warm lips left moist marks around his collarbone. His teeth nibbled gently on the clavicle. At the same time, one hand touched Chu Yanyi's belt buckle.

Realizing what the man was going to do, Chu Yanyi quickly held his hand: "I have something important to do this afternoon."

Song Yanxi felt very regretful after being rejected. He pressed Chu Yanyi on the pillow and kissed him hard. He didn't let go until his lips were red and swollen and his collarbone was covered with mottled marks.