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This year's Brilliant Star Entertainment's annual meeting was exceptionally exciting, full of hot spots. In the second half of the annual meeting, no one cared about what programs were on stage, because there were better gossips to attract their attention.At a certain table in the front field, everyone who passed by would cast curious and surprised eyes, and after returning, there was an extra hot topic.

The corners of Sun Meiru's lips twitched subtly, and the elegance and calmness of the noble lady could hardly be maintained.Mr. Song also showed a surprised expression. He had no objection to Song Yan's flirtatiousness and flirtatiousness. It is normal behavior to bring out a new love, but such a "show of love" regardless of the occasion is still beyond expectations.If I guessed correctly, the one in my arms should be that Alpha who pissed off his wife to death some time ago, right?No wonder it felt tricky, after all, it was the first one that Song Yan could like so much.

The old friend at the same table joked: "Mrs. Song, the eldest son's style is getting more and more flamboyant."

Sun Meiru smiled awkwardly: "This child is very playful, and he is fresh for a while."

Song Li ate food in silence, so he didn't make trouble. His brother's attitude towards Ting Ting, I believe that his mother's heart is like a bright mirror.

Song Yan held Wen Yunting in his arms, and chatted with the boss behind the table for nearly half an hour.He put his arms around Wen Yunting's waist with one hand, and patted his back with the other, like coaxing a child.Occasionally, Wen Yunting moved a few times to adjust his posture, still sleeping soundly while hugging Song Yan's shoulder.

Director Zhu was trembling, worried that Song Yan would remember Wen Yunting's sentence "I want me to accompany you tonight", and he was very cautious when speaking, afraid of hitting the gun.Song Yan didn't care about it on the surface, but during the chat, he dug a hole on the left and buried a mine on the right, which caused Director Zhu to almost leak his words several times. He was so scared that he kept drinking.

Producer Li said with a smile: "Old Zhu has run away, I'm afraid Mr. Song will retaliate against him!"

Song Yan smiled lightly: "Am I such a stingy person?"

The scene over there was too obtrusive, and Sun Meiru couldn't bear it any longer. She pushed Song Li's arm: "A Li, go tell your brother to let him do things a little bit more modestly, and ignore such a big scene?"

Song Li went to his brother's table, and when he came back after a while, his face was not very good: "...Mom, my brother said that he is already very measured, otherwise he should be on the hot search now."

"..." Sun Meiru rolled her eyes and threw her chopsticks angrily, "Let him go home tonight! He must go back!"

Song Li put on a bitter face and acted like an errand boy again: "Brother, I think my mother is really angry this time. She ordered you to go back, and she probably wants to cut you. Look at you, if Ting Ting is drunk..." He glanced at To Wen Yunting's cheek, the remaining words are automatically silenced.After Wen Yunting was drunk, his cheeks were flushed, he hung on his brother's shoulders obediently and squinted comfortably, sleeping with an innocent and defenseless face, and occasionally smacked his lips, which was too cute.Hey, it's no wonder his brother would do this. If it were him, he couldn't help it. How could such a cute Ting Ting not kiss and hug her high!

"Understood." Song Yan called Feng Xue to find a room for Wen Yunting to rest. Song Li suggested that he should be sent back, since he won't be able to wake up tonight anyway.Song Yan didn't agree, and if he wanted to deliver it, he would deliver it himself after the performance, without someone else's hands.

At the end of the annual meeting, Song Yan finally came to the stage to make a summary. After the curtain fell, the annual meeting was really over.The artists left one after another, Sun Meiru and Mr. Song went back first, and asked Song Li to remind Song Yan again that he must go home and talk to him if he had something to say.

Song Li followed his brother, watching his brother carry Wen Yunting into the car, thinking that he would tell Feng Xue to drive to Wen Yunting's house first, but Song Yan said directly: "Go back to the old house."

"Huh?" Song Li was confused, looking at Wen Yunting who was crouching in his brother's arms, "Brother, do you want to take Tingting back with you?"

"Otherwise." Song Yan touched Wen Yunting's soft hair, and kissed her forehead, "She wants me to go home, so I'll go back, and I didn't say that I can't bring Ting Ting with me."

"..." Song Li sweated, brother, you really don't get cut to death many times!

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Song Yan and Sun Meiru's fights have never been inferior since they were young.He was angry that Sun Meiru always had a unique set of tricks, and he stabbed her lungs fiercely, making Sun Meiru dumbfounded, frightened and angry, qi and blood surging, trembling all over, hating himself for giving birth to such an evil, and being unable to control it , Persuasion and persuasion failed, he must be put into the coffin by his age.

"Song Yan! Your wings are hard?! I let you come back, it's good for you, and brought him into our house too?!"

Song Yan was kind, and told her to keep her voice down so that she wouldn't wake up people.He hugged Wen Yunting horizontally, first went upstairs to settle down, and the mother and son had something to talk about slowly after he came down.

Sun Meiru was furious, Wu Ma brought the bird's nest, she waved her hand, she stopped eating, she was not in the mood, she was full of anger for this bastard.

A quarter of an hour later, Song Yan stepped down the spiral stairs, saw the bowl on the table, and said with a smile: "Today's dessert is bird's nest, mom, why don't you eat it? Beauty and beauty."

Sun Meiru didn't bother to care about his gossip, and folded her arms: "Come here, tell me what you think. I never stopped you if you wanted to play, and I didn't care about your flirtatious accounts, just because I know that you have a sense of proportion in everything you do." , I know what to do, and I have a ruler to measure who should be what."

"But what's going on with you tonight? At our Brilliant Star Entertainment annual meeting, there are so many people present, what do you want to do by hugging that Alpha regardless? Announce that our Song family will have more daughters-in-law in the future?"

Song Yan nodded calmly: "Yes, I think so, but Ting Ting is not happy, so the media is suppressing it, and people in the company will shut up when they should, so don't worry."

When Sun Meiru heard this, she became even angrier: "He's not happy? I don't want him in yet! Let me tell you, Song Yan, he's an Alpha in everything. You can just try to find something fresh, and you can't talk about getting married. You He is the son of Song's eldest son, and he will find an heir no matter what in the future, don't be confused about marriage matters, and find me an Omega honestly!"

Wu Ma also brought a bowl of bird's nest to the young master. Song Yan held the bowl and smiled lightly: "Yo, you can see that I want to marry him?"

Sun Meiru rolled her eyes, it was precisely because she sensed this sign and found that the situation was almost out of control that she ordered Song Yan to come back tonight and give him a good vaccination.Don't think about those who have or don't, marry Alpha?Can the child be born?Who gave birth?

"Mom, it's useless for you to tell me these things, you need to discuss it with Tingting." Song Yan took a sip of the bird's nest, "Don't you have Alpha's childbearing technology now? He can give birth as long as he wants, and let it be if he doesn't want to. I won't force it. "

"..." Sun Meiru was dumbfounded, and the table slapped loudly, "You haven't entered our house yet! You made it look like the real thing!"

Song Yan smiled, almost, sooner or later, there is no difference.Let Sun Meiru take it easy, it's a pity that the bracelet is broken, there are not many of this kind of water planting now, it's better to keep it as an heirloom.

Sun Meiru was almost confused. After Song Yan finished eating the bird's nest, it was getting late and she was going upstairs to rest.He stepped up the stairs, and Sun Meiru stopped him: "You hanged on this tree, right?"

"Yeah." Song Yan nodded, finally met such a lovely person, if you miss it, you will never meet again.

Sun Meiru stood up and stared at him coldly: "If you really want to marry him, take out all the shares in Bright Star Entertainment, how do you love him, and me and your father will pretend that you have never been born. son."

Wu Ma was startled: "Ma'am! Don't say such things when you are angry, how can our family do without the young master?"

Song Yan leaned on the handrail of the stairs, feeling puzzled: "Who are you going to give the shares to when I hand them over? To Ah Li? Or let my dad continue to carry the burden?"

He still smiled, but the coolness in his eyes penetrated three points: "Mom, I'm 28 this year, not 18. It was okay for you to scare me ten years ago, but it didn't work five years ago. You It's too simple to think about stripping rights. Even if I hand over the shares and let Ah Li or my dad take the stage, I have to ask the company's major shareholders if they are happy? Everyone has made a lot of money in the past two years. No one is going to have trouble with money."

"Don't mention the shares in the future, it's boring. I want power, I want people." Song Yan shouted, "Mother Wu!"

"Hey! Eldest young master."

"Tell my mother to watch less of those rich and powerful TV series in the future, remember that."

Wu Ma said again and again, "Remember, remember." Sun Meiru held her heart for the third time tonight, breathed a sigh of relief, and watched Song Yan go upstairs with brisk steps, as if she couldn't wait to see the person in the room.

"Madam, sit down and rest." Wu Ma supported Sun Meiru to sit on the sofa. Sun Meiru stroked her chest, took a deep breath, and cursed: "Little bastard! I'm going to piss me off sooner or later!"

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In the middle of the night, Wen Yunting woke up leisurely and opened his eyes in the darkness.

where is thisThe room was pitch black, he felt being held in someone's arms, he stretched out his hand to touch the hard muscles, chiseled facial features, judged that Song Yan was by his side, and instantly relaxed.

"Hiss—" Wen Yunting had a headache, clutching his forehead, and slept for an unknown amount of time, the annual meeting was over long ago, and it was already nightfall.I don't know where to sleep, it must not be my own home, the bed is not so soft, and the pillow is not so high, where did Song Yan get him?

He only had a pair of underwear left on his body, which was equivalent to sleeping naked under the quilt, but there was no adverse reaction. It is estimated that Song Yan just helped him take off his clothes to rest.

The person beside him was sleeping soundly with his arms around him, Wen Yunting's mouth was parched, he gently pushed the arms across his waist, and got out of bed to find water to drink.He just sat up, his temples throbbed with pain, his feet touched the ground and he staggered, performing a genuine flat fall.

"..." Wen Yunting clutched his knees, fortunately there was a wool carpet beside the bed, otherwise he would have suffered a terrible fall.

Such a loud noise successfully awakened Song Yan. He got up and turned on the lamp beside the bed, only to find Wen Yunting sitting on the ground in a daze, and quickly dragged him up: "What are you doing? It's in the middle of the night."

With the help of the dim light, Wen Yunting looked around, the decoration and furnishings of this room are somewhat familiar, especially the cabinet opposite the bed, which is impressive, how does it look like... something in Song Yan's room?

"Where am I?" Wen Yunting asked.

"My family." Song Yan put his arms around him and smiled, "Didn't you call the police here to arrest me? You can forget about it."

"..." He was more concerned about why he came to Song Yan's house than whether he remembered calling the police?

Song Yan said boldly: "My mother likes you very much. Seeing that you are drunk, let me bring you back."

"This kind of nonsense is so boring." Wen Yunting pushed his arm, "I'm thirsty, get me some water."

Song Yan got out of bed to pour water, poured a big glass back, Wen Yunting gulped it down, put down the glass and wiped his mouth: "I was brought back by you, where is Zhong Lin?"

"It's okay. Their captain and manager are taking care of him. Xu Yao has also gone to say hello, so he won't neglect him."

Wen Yunting nodded, that's all right, and fell back on the bed.Song Yan turned off the light and continued to sleep with his arms around him.

The bedroom was completely dark, Wen Yunting's eyes were open, no sleepiness at all.What happened after the annual meeting?He tried hard to recall, but his memory was only limited to playing the violin, and what happened afterwards was already fragmented.

His consciousness has been in a state of chaos and fuzzy, and there are constant voices, music, and noises around him. He can't sleep well, but he is gently patted on the back with one hand, comforted one by one, and gradually calms down, falling asleep.

"Song Yan, Song Yan," Wen Yunting pushed the person beside him, Song Yan was about to fall asleep, and forced himself to ask: "What's wrong?"

"What happened after I finished playing the violin? How did you bring me out?"

"Oh, you're sleepy, I held you to sleep for half an hour, and then asked Feng Xue to take you to the lounge..."

"What?" Wen Yunting raised half of his body and stared at him, "You——you slept with me? At the venue?"

Song Yan yawned, and touched the back of his wife's head: "I'm still sleeping peacefully...very well behaved."

Wen Yunting sat up straight, looking for his mobile phone, watching tonight's gossip reports and trending searches.Damn, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slept with Song Yan's arms around him, and according to the urination of gossip magazines, the outside world should have gone crazy by now!

In the darkness, only the screen of the electronic device emitted a cold light, reflecting Wen Yunting's ferocious expression. Song Yan had to lift his eyelids and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

"Let's see if you've caused me any trouble!" Wen Yunting turned around and found that the weather was calm and there was no news about him. On the contrary, a couple of celebrities at the annual meeting were intimate, and their love affair was accidentally exposed. Search.

However, there were still a few people who alluded to what happened tonight in their Weibo content.Some posted a photo of a violin, and some quoted sentences from Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream". None of them were celebrities that Wen Yunting followed, but friends forwarded them to his homepage. It was Zhang Beibei, the gossip expert, who enthusiastically forwarded the comments.

Finding the harmonious spring breeze and drizzle outside, Wen Yunting heaved a sigh of relief, and Song Yan closed his eyes: "Don't worry? I've already said hello, and they don't dare to mess around."

"But you're too messy, aren't you?" Wen Yunting lay on his shoulders, "Who told you to hug me? So many people are watching, are you courting death?"

"You agree."

Wen Yunting retorted: "I'm drunk! I don't remember!"

Song Yan's attitude is very good, yes yes yes, it was the first time you drank fragments, agreed to be below in this room, and turned your face when you woke up, and you don't remember.

Wen Yunting hummed, in front of Song Yan, he was justified in everything.Song Yan supported his cheek and kissed him, ancestor, can you sleep?He is really tired, and now he is just chatting.

Wen Yunting was in high spirits, and he still had some headaches at first, but now that he recovered, he didn't feel so uncomfortable.He lay on the bed and mopped his chin, observing Song Yan's unsuspecting drowsy appearance with the faint light of his mobile phone, and even became a little beastly.

Every time Song Yan took a bath, his black hair would lie down, weakening the sharpness of his facial features. After closing his eyes, he looked harmless to humans and animals, as if he could make people do whatever he wanted.Wen Yunting's desire to counterattack has never been annihilated, so he leaned over and gnawed on his lips with an itchy heart.

Song Yan didn't respond, his breathing was even.

Wen Yunting was delighted, and kissed and touched him, touching his chest muscles to his abdominal muscles, exclaiming that his figure is so good, full of the sense of strength that belongs to Alpha.Song Yan was in a deep sleep, and didn't even frown when being harassed like this, Wen Yunting chuckled, and rubbed his hands a little excitedly.

He lifted the quilt and knelt on the bed, Song Yan who was asleep seemed like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, fish on a chopping board.Wen Yunting smiled condescendingly: It's time to stand up and attack!

Coincidentally, he was still in this room and this bed, and the time for him to wash away his humiliation was approaching. Thinking of this, he was immediately filled with a sense of ritual and became more energetic.

Wen Yunting was careful, and moved as gently as possible, his knees got stuck between his legs, before he could make the next move, he was suddenly pinched by his shoulders, the scenery was spinning, and he was overturned and pressed on the bed.

Song Yan sighed, he was really tired, but his wife insisted on working overtime, what could he do?Plus, it's rare for Ting Ting to be so proactive. There aren't many opportunities like this.

Wen Yunting pressed his hands on the bed, shocked: "You are tired, just go on sleeping?!"

Song Yan lowered his head and kissed his lips, the tip of his nose arched his cheek affectionately: "I won't sleep anymore, I woke you up."

"..."

Wen Yunting bit the pillow and pressed it on the bed for piling, but he didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that the sound insulation would not be good enough for the Song family to hear.Song Yan pinched his chin and broke it, and was amused: "Why are your eyes red? Are you crying out of anger or out of joy?"

Wen Yunting bit his palm: "Fuck! Song Yan! Remember me!"

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