Hello!What about the straight guy?

Zhong Liyan stayed in the hospital until night before the water was hung up, and Song Yuan took him home.

"Xiao Yuan, you need to contact Murong quickly about the cooperation issue. It's been a long time because of me, otherwise it will be too late." Zhong Liyan sat in Song Yuan's car and said suddenly.

Song Yuan drove the car: "Xiaoyan, you should rest for a while, this cooperation will definitely be carried out."

When Zhong Liyan wanted to say something, a phone call came in suddenly: "Hello? Xiao Yuyu, what's the matter?"

"Boss, how could you be so careless? I'll come back tomorrow." Xiao Yu's tone was very anxious, "That... the reports all said that Mo Li said it, is it true?!"

"...It's nothing serious, you don't want to come back." Zhong Liyan pondered for a while, but he still felt that Xiao Yu should not be disturbed, and the less people involved in some things, the better.

Xiao Yu pursed her lips: "Boss, don't try to be brave, I'll be back tomorrow!"

Rarely, the tone was a little tougher.

"Hey, really, I have someone to take care of me, besides the people in the company, and... I'm with Song Yuan, and he just took me home."

Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, he didn't think that the impossible thing had actually happened.

"Then... alright." Xiao Yu could only say.

Song Yuan was still somewhat dissatisfied that Zhong Liyan had to work suddenly, but after hearing his call answer, the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily.

"I'll take you home first, and have a good rest these few days." Song Yuan parked the car near Zhongliyan's apartment, "Are you going back by yourself? I guess some reporters will be around."

"It's okay, at most I just asked a few words at the door of the apartment." Zhong Liyan put on his clothes and got out of the car by himself.

Song Yuan's car never drove away. He looked at his back and felt a bit sore in his heart. Then he opened the car door abruptly and grabbed Zhong Liyan: "I'll take you in."

Zhong Liyan was taken aback, his eyes flashed in relief, but he still smiled and said: "No need, if you come forward, there will be a lot of topics."

Song Yuan paused: "Don't worry, it's okay, I have a plan in mind, I can't bear to walk alone, I feel distressed."

"..." Zhong Liyan didn't speak, but his eyes were red, "Okay."

Sure enough, as soon as Song Yuan's car arrived, some senior paparazzi immediately recognized it as Song Yuan's car, and immediately ran over with the camera.

What made them even more excited was that it was Zhong Liyan who walked in from the inside. In an instant, all the flashing lights gathered on him.

"Mr. Zhong, how did you get injured?!"

"Mr. Zhong, why did you suddenly get out of President Song's car?!"

"Is there any special relationship between you two?"

"Or is the previous press conference just a fake, and Mr. Zhong actually has these histories?"

"I hope Mr. Zhong can give us a reasonable explanation."

……

All the problems are clustered together and it is very noisy.

Before Zhong Liyan could speak, Song Yuan's sharp eyes swept over everyone, as if there was a tacit understanding, everyone shut up.

Song Yuan said slowly: "Everyone must be very curious, why Zhong Liyan was discharged from the hospital, I picked him up. Because it is confidential, I can only reveal that Zhong Liyan will have a certain cooperative relationship with our MOYO company, but the specific content , We will release it to the public when Mr. Zhong's hand is almost recovered."

The two had cooperated before and had some scandals. Although Song Yuan said they were ordinary friends before, but now there is definitely news, but Song Yuan is unwilling to tell everyone when he sees it, and the media naturally has no guts. Go ahead and ask.

So the media began to ask Zhong Liyan other questions.

"Since it is not convenient to disclose, can Mr. Zhong tell us the reason for this injury? Is it what everyone has circulated, because Mr. Mo hurt you because of the internal disharmony in the company, which led to you going to the hospital ?!"

"If the rumor is true, can Zhong Liyan forgive Mr. Mo's behavior, or... what measures will the company take against Mr. Mo!"

This involved the matters of Grease Company, Song Yuan backed away silently, expressing his non-participation.

Zhong Liyan twitched his lips: "As for the cause of this incident, I have already stated it at the press conference, but I was injured, and I was indeed attacked. I still can't tell everyone who it is."

"As for the last question, I can't participate in what measures the company will take against the attackers. You can only ask the company yourself."

After saying this, he signaled Song Yuan to leave, and walked to the door of the apartment by himself.

But Song Yuan didn't give him a chance, and said coldly: "Zhong Liyan and I still have some cooperation to discuss, and my assistant will be here soon, please leave first, thank you."

The words were perfect, and of course very polite.

Everyone could only smile, and then left in twos and threes. When a few unwilling people were about to take a few sneak shots, they were stopped by someone pressing their shoulders. Song Yuan is not a small person, and he can't afford to offend him at all.

After everyone left, Zhong Liyan turned his head and asked Song Yuan: "Xiaoyuan, how can you say that, what if those people write nonsense!"

He thought that his reputation was nothing, and he didn't have much time left for his acting career, but Song Yuan was different. He owned the entire Song Enterprise and had great responsibilities.

Song Yuan looked at his arm which was still wrapped in gauze, and was inexplicably angry: "Xiaoyan, why don't you think about yourself?"

Zhong Liyan was taken aback, and he smiled slightly: "Aren't you my boyfriend? Of course I have to think about you. Why are you unhappy?"

Song Yuan frowned slightly: "I'm not unhappy, I just want you to treat yourself better. I want you to be happy, not just treat me blindly."

Zhong Liyan pursed his lips, feeling helpless.

Song Yuan quietly took his hand and looked at his expression, but nothing happened.

The two walked into the apartment without a word. Song Yuan looked at Zhong Liyan and said, "The doctor said it would take two months to remove the stitches. What do you do when you take a shower?"

Zhong Liyan was taken aback for a moment, apparently not thinking of this question.

Song Yuan's eyes flashed jokingly: "Why don't I live here to take care of you these few days?!" There is no previous dissatisfaction at all.

It's as if nothing happened.

"Aren't you trying to take advantage of me?" Zhong Liyan also smiled, and also returned a look.

Since you don't want to mention it, I am naturally willing to cooperate with the performance.

"Yes." Song Yuan became interested, "I am very pleased with the delicate skin and tender flesh of the officials."

Zhong Liyan slowly sat on the sofa: "Why don't you hurry up and serve me and make me happy..."

Song Yuan patted his head: "What about after that, after your arm is healed."

The two of them just chatted without saying a word, but they didn't realize that it was already night.

"Xiaoyan, I'll buy you some supper, you stay at home." Song Yuan looked at his watch and found that it was getting late.

Zhong Liyan thought for a while, and said hesitantly: "Well...how about I go, in case someone is squatting outside, it's not good for you."

"Okay, listen to you, I'll turn up the heater in your room, don't wait until it's too late to go to bed." Song Yuan unexpectedly didn't argue with him, and readily agreed.

Zhong Liyan took his mobile phone and went out alone. In his impression, there seemed to be a store near the neighborhood, so he didn't have to go too far.

He looked around vigilantly at the people around him, and was a little worried that a media outlet would pop up suddenly.

I don't know what's wrong, but since I fell in love with Song Yuan, I have become cautious and careful, and I am afraid of what will happen, what will cause accidents.

It's like a young couple who just fell in love.

Walking out of the community, Yang Mu's phone call came over suddenly, Zhong Liyan was taken aback, and answered the phone.

"Polar wood?"

"I heard, did you have an accident in the company, and then you were injured, I just saw the news, are you okay?"

"No big deal."

Zhong Liyan was walking on the road, while talking on the phone to cater to Yang Mu casually, while looking at the shops on the side of the road, looking for something delicious.

Suddenly, a black van stopped, and a few men got out. Zhong Liyan glanced at them, and walked on his own without paying attention to them.

But before he took a few steps, the man behind suddenly covered Zhong Liyan's nose with a piece of cloth stained with acetaldehyde, and he passed out on the man's body not long after.

The speed of these people was very fast, and it was very late. Not many people saw it, but even if they saw it, they were indifferent.

"Beep beep..." Zhong Liyan's cell phone fell to the ground.

one hour later

Song Yuan gradually couldn't sit still in the apartment. He picked up his mobile phone and made a call, but found no one answered.

Did you not notice?

Song Yuan kept on calling, and finally someone answered the phone, but it was not Zhong Liyan's voice.

"Hello? Are you the owner of this phone?" The person who answered the phone was probably a student, and his tone was still immature.

Song Yuan was startled, and quickly asked, "I'm his friend! Where are you now!"

The other party obviously hesitated, but finally gave out the address.

Song Yuan picked up the car keys and rushed out of the apartment.

Finally, he took the mobile phone from a boy who looked like a junior high school student. He opened it suspiciously and saw that besides himself, the last call was from Yang Mu, and it was when he was going out.

He made the call without hesitation.

"Hey?"

"I'm Song Yuan, what did you say to Zhong Liyan?" Song Yuan's tone was cold, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"Hello, I didn't say anything, just concerned about Xiaoyan's body, and then we hung up the phone, did something happen?" Yang Mu's voice seemed innocent.

Song Yuan frowned tightly, said a few words casually, and hung up the phone.