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Zhong Lin came upstairs one night and slapped the door of Wen Yunting's house.Wen Yunting was in the bathroom, thinking something was wrong, he hurriedly put on his pajamas and went to open the door, his hair was still dripping.

"Brother Wen! I became a regular! I finally passed the internship period and signed a formal contract! Ahhhhhhh? Are you taking a shower?"

Zhong Lin cheered a few times before realizing that Wen Yunting was still covered with moisture, and hurried in and closed the door: "Winter is coming soon, don't catch the cold. My fault, my fault, I signed the contract today and can't wait to come to announce the good news to you."

Wen Yunting held a towel and wiped his hair while laughing: "Congratulations, you've finally become a regular. How many orders have you made?"

Zhong Lin scratched his cheek, feeling a little embarrassed: "Uh...not more, not less, exactly 5."

Although the line was stuck, it turned positive anyway.This was an order that Zhong Lin had spent half a month with the owner of a small business after a lot of effort.

Wen Yunting poured him a glass of water, Zhong Lin sighed: "It's a pity that the commission is too small, the salary can't even pay the rent, water and electricity, and I have to rely on my parents to help."

Wen Yunting reassured him that this is normal, since he chose to drift, he had to start from scratch.He stayed here from college and saved some money when he graduated, so he didn't let his parents worry about it.For someone like Zhong Lin who has been carefully cared for by his parents for so many years, and suddenly came to a different place alone, everything is difficult at the beginning, and the situation will gradually improve after half a year and a year.

Zhong Lin's basic salary plus commission, this month only took less than [-], and the social security provident fund was deducted. If there is no support from his parents, he will starve to death.He finally became a regular, and he should have invited Wen Yunting to dinner, but when he thought of Kari's savings, he felt ashamed and embarrassed to speak.

Wen Yunting noticed it, and reached out to stroke his hair: "To celebrate your official entry, go to have a good meal? I treat you."

Zhong Lin was surprised, and his face flushed red: "What, what's the matter with you? Brother Wen, you took good care of me, and you gave me crabs last time. It's obvious that I should treat you when I become a full-time employee. Please eat..."

"It's okay, what you invite is yours, and what I invite is mine." Wen Yunting took out his mobile phone to check the time, "Friday night or weekend? Do you want to work overtime?"

Zhong Lin shook his head, not recently, this week is the formal staff training.During the training period, I always leave work on time and there is no performance pressure. I am called "happy time" by my old colleagues.

Wen Yunting set the time on Friday, Zhong Lin agreed without hesitation, suddenly thought of Song Yan, and asked cautiously: "Do you want to call Brother Song?"

"What are you asking him to do?" Wen Yunting's expression turned awkward for a moment, "...he is busy and hasn't seen anyone for two weeks."

After Song Yan's blind date overturned that day, they hadn't seen each other.It's not to avoid Mrs. Song, but because Song Yan suddenly became busy and was abroad for two weeks.He contacted Wen Yunting in advance, and had no time to meet on weekends, so Wen Yunting made arrangements for himself.If you are bored, call your friends to go to the club to play, anyway, the card is in his hand, use it casually.

He doesn't go out to play on weekends, and Wen Yunting doesn't bother to go out. He spends two weekends at home playing games with his friends, a standard homeboy life.

I heard that Song Yan is busy with work, and Zhong Lin is very well-behaved, so let's go by ourselves. If Brother Song comes, maybe he will pay again, so I'm sorry.

After the agreement, Zhong Lin bid farewell and went home.Wen Yunting went to wash and dry his clothes when his cell phone rang, and the man who was a trapeze man abroad called.

Wen Yunting answered the phone: "What's the matter? It's already eleven o'clock domestic time, I'm going to bed."

"Oh, ready to rest? That's okay, go to sleep, good night." Song Yan's voice was hoarse and hoarse, with a hint of exhaustion.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Wen Yunting squeezed the phone, "Tell me if you have something to do, what are you doing in a secretive way?"

This kind of person who can be so boring that he usually makes a phone call just to listen to the voice and chat, what else needs to be hidden?It's really appetizing.

"It's nothing, I just miss you. Go to sleep, don't hang clothes at night in the future, and be careful of catching a cold."

Wen Yunting was startled, and quickly walked to the balcony and opened the window to look down.

Sure enough, there was a Phaeton parked downstairs with the window half-opened, one hand was hanging outside holding a cigarette, and the watch on the wrist was reflected by the street lamp.

"...When did you return to China? Why are you squatting downstairs in the middle of the night?"

Song Yan is innocent. He just arrived here and saw Wen Yunting wearing thin pajamas drying clothes on the balcony. The wind was blowing and he was not afraid of getting sick from the cold, so he called to remind him.By the way, I asked Feng Xue to order a clothes dryer, and this little ancestor might as well stop drying clothes in the future, once and for all.

He poked out half of his face from the car window, waved at Wen Yunting, and went in. The windows were closed, and it was cold.

Wen Yunting pinched the phone and swiped to close the window.

Song Yan finished smoking a cigarette, retracted his hand, and closed the car window again.Feng Xue asked for instructions: "Boss, are you going back?"

"Well, go back." Song Yan cleared his throat, his throat was swollen and hot, and it hurt even more from the smoke.Feng Xue asked: "Should I call Dr. Lu to take a look? Or I'll go to a 24-hour pharmacy."

"Small cold, just go back to sleep and it will be fine." Song Yan raised his head and put his hand on his neck, "It's better to ask Lao Lu to come and see if he has a cold, so let him arrange a massage for me. My neck really hurts from yesterday to now... "

Before he finished speaking, the car window was knocked twice by "Tuk Tuk".As the glass lowered, Wen Yunting's face appeared in front of his eyes.

Before Song Yan expressed his surprise at seeing Tingting, he stretched out a hand to cover his forehead, his fingertips were dry and cold, and retracted after a few seconds.

"If you are really sick, come down."

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Wen Yunting was looking for cold medicine in the medicine box, while Song Yan stood in the living room, looking at the small house where his future daughter-in-law lived.This is an old residential area, the house area is not too big, more than [-] square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, although the sparrow is small and complete, it is more than enough for one person to live in.

Although the house is not big, the decoration is simple and elegant, everything is well organized, the floor is spotless, and the countertops are clean. It is hard to imagine that this is the residence of a single Alpha.From some small details, it can be seen that Wen Yunting is very independent, has good living habits, and is fully capable of keeping the house so tidy.

"What are you looking at? Come and take your medicine." Wen Yunting took out a plate of cold medicine for Alpha, and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water. Song Yan walked over, saw the medicine box, and said with a smile: "Oh, everything is really complete, my office There are only throat lozenges at most.”

Wen Yunting rolled his eyes, what kind of medicine do you rich people want to prepare, you all have family doctors!Just a phone call away, and I've been taken care of from head to toe.

Song Yan swallowed the medicine and drank a glass of water.Wen Yunting looked up at the clock, it was almost morning, what should this guy do?Why don't you throw it out and stay overnight?It's all because of my hotheadedness, so I recruited him back to do something.

"Have you finished eating? Go down."

Song Yan looked up at him: "You asked me to come up to take medicine?"

Wen Yunting asked back: "Otherwise?"

Eh.Song Yan regretted that he thought Ting Ting was enlightened and asked him to come up to spend a romantic night.I feel ill today, how can Ting Ting get better after taking medicine.

Wen Yunting told him not to dream, every day he looks pretty but thinks pretty.Song Yan sat there with his legs crossed, acting like an old man, and didn't plan to move at all: "I can't go back either, the car has already left."

"Feng Xue isn't downstairs?"

Of course he wasn't there, but Song Yan asked Feng Xue to drive away immediately after getting out of the car in order to cut off the way out, and pick him up back to the company tomorrow morning.

Wen Yunting was going to the balcony to seek proof, and held Song Yan in his arms: "How can I lie to you? He's almost home, so it's not good to let him come over in the middle of the night?"

Wen Yunting was angry, gritted his teeth and glared at him.Song Yan had a smile of getting his way, and kissed on the right cheek: "It's all here, it won't do anything if you stay with me for one night, are you afraid of what I will do to you? Don't worry, unless you agree, I will I promise not to touch you."

"Are you still calling me you didn't touch me?!" Wen Yunting pushed his face away, and dared to kiss Lao Tzu when he had a cold, did he want to make him catch a cold and skip full attendance? !

Song Yan yelled, his neck hurts, Ting Ting, please be gentle.Wen Yunting pressed his shoulders a few times and asked, "Did you suffer from cervical spondylosis again?"

"It should be, the pain has been severe these two days."

Wen Yunting rolled up his sleeves, put Song Yangan to lie down on the sofa, and sat down to help him pinch his neck.Song Yan rested his chin on his arm, and the tense shoulder muscles were relaxed little by little under the delicate technique. Wen Yunting said: "You'd better hurry up and make an appointment with a physical therapist. An increase in the number of illnesses is a sign of deterioration. Be careful. affected limb movement."

Song Yan fully agreed, made an appointment, and asked Feng Xue to arrange it.

Twenty minutes later, Song Yan sat up again, and the area on the back of his neck improved significantly.At this time, it was past midnight, and Wen Yunting's intestines were remorseful, so why couldn't he just go to bed and rest?If you have nothing to do, you have to go on a trip. This is all right, and you will attract a wolf with a big tail, and you won't be able to shake it off.

The house he rented was said to have two bedrooms and one living room, but the structure of the old house was similar, the living room was extremely small, and the entrance was like a corridor.However, the two rooms are quite big, so most people will choose one as the bedroom and the other as the living room. The same is true for Wen Yunting. There is only one bedroom at home, so he pointed to the sofa and said, "You sleep here, and I will help you get the bed." Quilt."

Song Yan agreed without saying a word, okay, Ting Ting can do whatever he wants, isn't it just a sofa, and he is happy to play on the floor.

This is also where Wen Yunting thinks he is sick, good young master, where can't he make do for one night?He has to sleep on the sofa in his small room.

Fortunately, when buying the sofa, Wen Yunting considered the possibility of sleeping people, so the sofa Wen Yunting chose was spacious and soft, but Song Yan's figure was obviously foul, and it seemed crowded when lying on it, and he had to put his feet outside.Wen Yunting put down the quilt, and complained: "What did you eat to grow so tall? Song Li is your younger brother, and he's not too tall."

"A Li's boy has been in poor health since he was a child. He has a cold, a fever and is weak and sick. I am relatively healthy and rarely get sick."

"Oh, then you have well-developed limbs." After Wen Yunting finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. The last sentence of "well-developed limbs" was "simple-minded", but he didn't think so. It is absolutely unexpected that his son will indirectly control the company in the name of various subsidiaries in private, and he is the veritable boss of Bright Star Entertainment.

"Maybe." Song Yan sat up and whispered in his ear, "Don't you know if your hair is not developed?"

"..." Wen Yunting warned, "If you play hooligan again, I will get the hell out of here."

Song Yan couldn't laugh or cry, okay, okay, he was wrong, he should be pure-hearted and ascetic.Wen Yunting shook off the quilt and covered him, and suddenly he was wrapped around his waist and pulled into his arms.Song Yan hugged him and closed his eyes, Tingting don't go, just stay here with me.

Wen Yunting was about to go crazy, thumping in his arms: "Song Yan! What's wrong?! Sleep well and die!"

Song Yan tightened his arms and muttered indistinctly: "Let me hug you for a while, dear."

Wen Yunting raised his head and found that his eyes were closed, his breathing gradually became even, and he seemed to be really asleep.It may be the onset of the effect of the medicine, or it may be due to overwork during this period of time, which made this capable man fall asleep quickly and quickly as soon as he lay down.

What a rogue.Wen Yunting cursed in a low voice, pushed his arms away and stuffed them into the quilt, and tucked up the corners of the quilt by the way.

Song Yan fell into a deep sleep, but his biological clock woke him up on time at seven o'clock.Opening his eyes and seeing an unfamiliar environment, Song Yan remembered that he was at Wen Yunting's house, where he had been lying on the sofa overnight with sore shoulders and back, and it seemed that he had suffered from a stiff neck unfortunately, and his neck hurt even when he moved it.

Feng Xue came to pick up the boss on time, and found that Song Yan was rubbing his neck and beating his waist, and asked concerned: "Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yan didn't blink his eyes when he talked about nonsense: "Hey, don't you understand? I'm tired. I usually have such a big temper and I'm too annoying in bed. I worked all night with illness! No way, I haven't seen each other for half a month. Guy misses me..."

Feng Xue coughed lightly: "Mr. Wen, good morning."

Song Yan turned his head and saw Wen Yunting standing at the door of the room with arms folded, with a sinister and cold expression.

"Go away."

"Hey Tingting, listen to my explanation! This is a misunderstanding..."

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