The script is wrong! Being pampered like crazy by the villain boss

Sheng Huaiyan didn't care whether Song Yuanan had been with someone else. Anyway, he was the one kissing him and he was the one holding him in his arms, so he was satisfied.

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It was not until the water from Song Yuan'an's wet hair soaked the collar of his pure cotton pajamas that Sheng Huaiyan came to his senses. He gave his stool to Song Yuan'an, stood up, adjusted the hair dryer to a comfortable temperature and started to blow his hair.

Song Yuanan's hair has never been permed or dyed, so its quality is much better than his hair that he often has to perm or dye for concert styling. His hair is fine and soft, and now that he blows it down, it lies obediently on top of his head, making Song Yuanan look more obedient.

He looks like just a well-behaved college student, not at all like an elite who is a big shot in the business world.

Sheng Huaiyan was feeling extremely satisfied at this moment. Although he was staying in a small hotel that he had never been to before in his life, it seemed as if he owned the whole world.

After Song Yuanan's hair was dried, Sheng Huaiyan started to blow dry his own hair.

Song Yuanan went to the living room to blow-dry his hair. When he asked Brother Zhao for a medicine box and returned to the room, Sheng Huaiyan had already blown his hair half dry and threw the hair dryer aside.

Song Yuanan put the medicine box on the table and said, "Take off your clothes."

Sheng Huaiyan obviously didn't react, his mind was a little active, "Huh??"

Although the progress seems a bit fast, it's not that he can't cooperate.

As soon as Song Yuanan saw his expression, he roughly guessed what he was thinking. He rummaged through the medicine box and found the blood stasis removing ointment. He rolled his eyes at Sheng Huaiyan and said helplessly, "Come here, I'll apply the ointment for you."

Sheng Huaiyan was a little disappointed and uttered "oh" softly, but still obediently took off his shirt. After being scalded by hot water, the bruises on his body looked even more shocking.

Song Yuanan lowered his eyes to take a look, squeezed the ointment onto his hand, and applied it on his body little by little.

The ointment was cold, but his fingertips were hot. When they touched Sheng Huaiyan's skin, Sheng Huaiyan shivered unconsciously.

Song Yuanan thought he had hurt him, so he slowed down his movements and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Sheng Huaiyan still felt a little uncomfortable, and used half of his mind to try to suppress his inner desire, "It doesn't hurt."

"Who are you fighting with?"

"Just with a few strangers."

Song Yuanan was surprised: "Why would you fight someone you don't know?"

Sheng Huaiyan: "..."

The main thing was that they had to force him to fight.

"They initiated the fight... and I fought them."

Song Yuanan was speechless: "They picked a fight and you fought them? Doesn't it hurt when they hit you? You are so stupid."

Sheng Huaiyan was not angry when he was suddenly called stupid. He turned around and approached Song Yuanan with a flattering smile on his face: "Are you heartbroken?"

Song Yuanan did not deny it, and gently pushed Sheng Huaiyan's head with his unpainted hand: "If you raise a beautiful puppy, and it gets hurt when it goes out, wouldn't you feel bad?"

Sheng Huaiyan was completely satisfied, and he promised with narrowed eyes and a smile: "I will never fight with anyone again, unless someone is causing trouble for you."

"You fight with others when you trouble me?"

Sheng Huaiyan nodded: "Of course, no one can bully you."

Song Yuanan was touched by his serious expression and thought of the harsh words that the little wolf had said to him when his secretary called him before -

Said he wanted revenge.

Song Yuanan suddenly smiled and said in a nonchalant tone: "Why did I hear from my secretary that I should wait for your revenge?"

Song Yuanan gently applied the last bit of ointment on Sheng Huaiyan's shoulder, and then continued, "So how does our Second Young Master plan to retaliate against me?"

Sheng Huaiyan's face was once again filled with unnaturalness, and he spoke in a low voice, with a hint of unnatural grievance: "Can't I say something harsh when I'm angry?"

Song Yuanan was about to say something when he heard the young master continue to speak in a wronged tone: "I am angry, but it doesn't mean I don't love you anymore."

Then she started to accuse him again: "And I'm angry because you abandoned me for no apparent reason."

Song Yuanan looked at his expression and smiled. Well, he was a big sinner.

How could he abandon the noble Second Young Master of the Sheng Family? He deserved to die.

Song Yuanan started to coax her: "I was wrong about what happened before."

Sheng Huaiyan agreed with this: "So you can't make this mistake a second time. If you abandon me again, I will... I will..."

Sheng Huaiyan talked to me for a long time but couldn't make sense of it.

"Just what?"

"I will cling to you and lock you together so that you can never abandon me!"

If you mess with me, you've messed with a piece of iron covered with cotton!!!

"..."

After applying the medicine on his body, Song Yuan'an discovered that Sheng Huaiyan also had a wound at the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to apply the medicine on him, Sheng Huaiyan grabbed his wrist, took a piece of paper from the table, and carefully wiped his hand clean.

“No need to apply here.”

Song Yuanan obviously didn't understand: "Why?"

Sheng Huaiyan moved closer to Song Yuanan and suddenly pecked him on the lips: "It's a problem for me to kiss you."

Song Yuanyu: "..."

"It hurts you so much, forget it."

"..."

In front of Song Yuanan, Sheng Huaiyan talked a lot, and most of the time it was Sheng Huaiyan who did the talking. Song Yuanan just listened with a smile, and occasionally answered a few words, which was enough to allow Sheng Huaiyan to continue with his topic.

Before they knew it, it was Song Yuanan's biological clock's time for bed, and they both lay down on their own little beds.

Although Sheng Huaiyan doesn't care about beds, he cares about comfort. It has rained frequently in Ningsu recently, and the room is very humid. Even the quilt feels damp, and the moisture sticks to his body, making him feel uncomfortable.

Besides, there was only a layer of straw mattress on the bed, which was too hard for the second young master of the Sheng family who was used to sleeping on a soft bed. It was so hard that he had difficulty falling asleep.

Sheng Huaiyan tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Because he couldn't sleep, his breathing was naturally not very even and disorderly, which made it impossible for Song Yuanan, who usually had a regular sleep pattern, to fall asleep.

After Sheng Huaiyan had been tossing and turning for nearly an hour, Song Yuanan finally couldn't help but ask, "Can't sleep?"

“The bed was too hard.”

Song Yuanan complained: "Squeamish."

But he still got up and tried to find some quilt to cushion his bed. However, just as he sat up in bed, the little wolf cub in the next bed turned over and got off the bed, staring at him vigilantly.

Song Yuanan was a little stunned and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Sheng Huaiyan gritted his teeth and threatened: "You are not allowed to change rooms!"

Song Yuanan smiled helplessly: "Who said I want to change rooms?"

"Then why did you get out of bed?"

"I'll go find you a blanket."

Sheng Huaiyan said "Oh" and continued: "I have never slept on such a damp quilt. I can't sleep."

The implication is that there is no point in getting him a new bed and quilt.

Song Yuanan was completely helpless. The young master didn't say anything to disturb his sweet dreams. Just the chaotic breathing made it impossible for him to fall asleep. "What should I do?"