That bully is mine

The little assistant has been with Gu Yan for less than half a year. The first time he saw Gu Yan, he reacted like an ordinary person. He was shocked. He couldn't help but sigh that God is sometimes too unfair, and there will be such cheating Types of people exist, but gradually, the little assistant discovered that the young master is actually... a wife slave. In Song Tezhu's words, he perfectly inherited the genes of his parents.

Anyone who has seen Gu Yan doting on his wife will have a longing for love.

"Master, do you need dessert for this afternoon?" the little assistant asked.

"Well, one serving of Black Forest and one serving of Tiramisu." Gu Yan replied.

"That dessert shop has a lot of new styles, don't you want to prepare some more?"

Gu Yan waved his hand: "Just prepare Xiao Su's favorite food. If there is too much, he won't be able to eat it. It's really greedy."

The little assistant suddenly remembered Lin Su's physical problem, and immediately kept quiet and dared not say anything more.

Song Quan sat in front of the computer, thinking that Cen Yuming's agent had found out that his things had been rotting in the mailbox, and thinking about Cen Yuming's pale face just now, he couldn't help but click on it, but just as an interface popped up, Song Quan pressed the button again. It's gone, everything is fine as I wished, what if it's not?Song Quan asked himself, can he accept it?

Some emotions began to be out of his control. This is what made Song Quan the most angry. In his opinion, everything can be resolved rationally and smoothly, until he met Cen Yuming. Mou could bear the four characters Yan Se Wu Shuang, and then he made a simple deal, who knew that he was about to fall into it.

Song Quan leaned on the back of the chair and gently closed his eyes.

Annoying man.

Tomorrow is Saturday, when there is nothing to do, the Gu family is quite humane, and you can leave around [-] pm on Friday.

Song Quan packed up his things, and as soon as he left the company gate, he saw Lu Jingyi talking and laughing with a young man standing on the steps. Song Quan quickly recognized that the person was Chu Shan, who was on Lu Jingyi's desk while delivering documents. He has seen Chu Shan's photos, looking at them now, he is more cheerful than in the photos, but as far as he knows, Chu Shan's past is simply capitalized "miserable".

Lu Jingyi really doesn't care?

Sensing this sight, Lu Jingyi turned around and saw Song Quan: "Song Special Assistant?"

"Manager Lu." Song Quan walked over generously, and smiled with Chu Shan: "This must be Mr. Chu, right?"

Chu Shan smiled without haze, with a rosy face: "It's me." She said sincerely, "Are there so many handsome men from the Gu family?" Instead, Song Quan felt a little embarrassed.

"One day less random aiming." Lu Jingyi had no choice but to grab Chu Shan's hand and put it in his pocket, "We are going to eat, Song Tezhu?"

Song Quan naturally refused: "No, I'll go home."

"Then let's go first."

"Goodbye."

After walking a little further, Lu Jingyi turned around and pulled up Chu Shan's clothes, and said in a low voice, "How many times have I told you not to wear it like this? What should I do if I have a fever?" Chu Shan looked confused, huh?He always wears it like this.

Lu Jingyi raised the corners of his mouth, looked sideways slightly, and saw Song Quan thoughtfully.

Song Quan drove aimlessly, and by the time he realized it, he had already arrived at the gate of Cen Yuming's community. This area is full of wealthy people. Over the past six months, Cen Yuming has gained both fame and fortune, and is about to become the best actor, so his living standard has also directly improved. He moved from a suburban apartment. When we got here, the security guard at the gate recognized Song Quan at a glance, and immediately let him go. Song Quan felt an irony in his heart and drove in.

You must know that it is as difficult as climbing the sky for others to enter, perhaps in the mind of security, Song Quan has long been Cen Yuming's man.

Song Quan's state of mind became clear little by little, as if such a small matter opened the door valve that locked his heart, and some suppressed emotions instantly swelled up. Song Quan looked at the key in his hand, and it seemed that except for Cen Yuming's manager, only He has.

The moment the door lock was turned, Song Quan was a little excited and excited. He had been trying to break through the previous confinement in various ways all day long, but he couldn't find a way until he came to see Cen Yuming.

The room was very quiet, with only a few messy clothes in sight, Song Quan frowned slightly, and closed the door.

Compared with Song Quan's orderliness, Cen Yuming is simply synonymous with chaos. Song Quan came here for the first time, and when he saw the mess everywhere, he almost turned his head and left. In the end, Cen Yuming promised again and again that he would ask his aunt to clean it up every day.

Song Quan went straight to the door of the bedroom. The door was half closed, and there was no movement at all. He seemed to have thought of something and pushed the door open.

Cen Yuming was lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt, his whole body rolled into a ball. Song Quan walked to the bed and felt that he had stepped on something. He frowned and looked down and saw some transparent filth mixed with food residue. It goes without saying that Song Quan is disgusted by this kind of thing. If he had just met Cen Yuming, he would have turned around and left when he saw this scene, and would ignore Cen Yuming for the next two months.

But at this moment, Song Quan was inexplicably anxious.He lifted the quilt and shouted: "Cen Yuming? Cen Yuming!"

"Here." Cen Yuming's voice was hoarse, and after the quilt was removed, he huddled into a ball, Song Quan hissed when he saw this, cursed his nerves, quickly wrapped him up, and asked softly, "What's wrong? "

Cen Yuming frowned, and slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Song Quan clearly, he smiled: "Come?" Before Song Quan could answer, Cen Yuming sat up suddenly, his expression was very strange, which made Song Quan flabbergasted.

Cen Yuming looked at the side of the bed, saw Song Quan stepping on the filth, and immediately took a breath. He didn't care much, jumped out of the bed and wanted to rush to the kitchen to get a mop, and said in his mouth: "Don't look, I'll get it right away!" Pack it up." However, just as he took a step away, he was caught by Song Quan.

"Okay, I don't dislike these things." Song Quan frowned fiercely, the temperature on Cen Yuming's body was ridiculously high, and he leaned on the young man's forehead: "Why did it burn like this?"

"If it's not burned like this, why don't you come?" Cen Yuming's eyes were a little lost, obviously he was confused, and he dared to say anything.

Song Quan took a deep breath: "Get up, let's go to the hospital."

When his tone was serious, Cen Yuming hardly dared to resist. Cen Yuming grabbed the clothes at his feet and began to put them on his body. When he was completely dressed, he was out of breath and his face was covered with sweat.

Song Quan felt harsh, so he couldn't help but slow down his tone: "Go to the hospital for injections and medicine, and you'll feel better, okay?"

Cen Yuming froze for a few seconds, then nodded belatedly.

Cen Yuming staggered when he got up, and Song Quan immediately hugged him up when he saw this, but when he walked to the door, his shoulders were wet a lot.

Song Quan stopped like an electric shock, in disbelief: "Cen Yuming?"

"I thought you wouldn't come." Cen Yuming's voice was hoarse, piercing Song Quan's heart wrapped in sharp stones: "Song Quan, in your heart, am I a slut that everyone can ride?"

"But I..." Cen Yuming choked up, "It's pretty clean."