The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

When Song Jing came in, Xiao Yan had already fallen asleep on the chair with his head tilted up, his nose was blocked due to a cold, his mouth was slightly open, and his posture was really not good-looking.

Song Jing felt that she couldn't get enough of it, and even the tough lines on her face became warmer.

Then the phone vibrated at a very inopportune time, Xiao Yan was in a daze, closed his eyes and fumbled twice without touching it, and smashed his mouth angrily, ignoring it.

The phone rang again, Song Jing glanced at the caller ID, and finally picked up Xiao Yan's phone.

"Xiao Yan, are you okay? Mr. Song...is right next to you? He didn't do anything, right?" Yang Yanyan finally got through the phone, she whispered and peeked at Qiao Zhiyuan's face.

"Xiao Yang, let me tell you." Qiao Zhiyuan took the phone with a serious expression on his face, "Xiao Yan, open the door and come out right away, don't worry about anyone."

"Why are you so serious, my brother is fine, just worry about it!" Song Xuyao ​​stretched his neck and squeezed over.

Qiao Zhiyuan stretched out his hand to cover his face: "Shut up."

"Xu Yao?" Song Jing felt a little headache, but still recognized the stupid brother's voice.

The hoarse subwoofer made Qiao Zhiyuan startled: "President Song?!"

Song Xuyao ​​pricked his ears like a dog: "Brother! Tell me!"

Song Jing hung up the phone calmly.

Outside the door, Qiao Zhiyuan and Song Xuyao ​​looked at each other, Song Xuyao ​​touched the back of his head guiltyly, and laughed dryly: "Look, my brother is taking good care of Xiao Yan, I'm afraid he'll be tired from answering the phone, so don't worry!"

Qiao Zhiyuan punched the guy without hesitation, and grabbed Song Xuyao's shirt collar to hold him back: "Honestly, what's going on?"

Song Jing turned off the mobile phone, but Xiao Yan was still sleepy by the continuous movement, and impatiently arched the chair, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Song Chengxiang, who was thinking day and night, standing in front of him solemnly.

Xiao Yan blinked, and said weakly: "Prime Minister Song, let me lie down for a while, it's still early to go to court."

As he spoke, he covered his face with his arms and exhaled heavily.

If his Prime Minister Song was here, he would raise his eyebrows and answer: "Why is the emperor willing to get up?"

Then he will act as if he has succeeded in a trick, asking for this and that, almost letting Song Jing sleep next to him at night. To be honest, if he can really do this, he will be able to get up eight hundred times just by looking at Prime Minister Song's sleeping face. Second-rate!

It's a pity that since he woke up from drowning, he has never received a response.

In the beginning, he said it almost every morning before waking up, pretending that Prime Minister Song was still there... The more he repeated these words, the gap in his heart became bigger and bigger. He didn't repeat it any more.

He probably felt a little dizzy with a low-grade fever and a cold, and he still had some dull pain in the back of his head, which was so uncomfortable as when he first came here, so he couldn't help being bold enough to bring up the words he had said countless times again.

Maybe it's because there is still a little bit of hope in my heart, even though I know it's impossible, I still want to hear back so much.

However, this is just his one-man show... The one-man show was taught by the acting teacher recently, no matter how you look at it, it is embarrassing.

Xiao Yan thought about it in such a daze, and finally sat up straight, but when he looked again, his whole body was shocked.

Song Jing met Xiao Yan's staring eyes, raised his sword eyebrows, and said teasingly: "Then, why is the emperor willing to get up?"

Well, it seems to be the real Prime Minister Song!

Live, live!

Xiao Yan's brain twitched, and he replied, "You have to kiss to get up."

Depend on!Internet addiction kills people!

Just when Xiao Yan wished that a big ear scraper would smack him to death, those thin lips that had been peeking at countless times approached and landed firmly on his cheeks, Xiao Yan was dumbfounded, and touched the left side of his face in a daze. The itchy residual warmth in the little yellow book, I didn't feel the warm touch very clearly, just like the breeze blowing, and then the little flowers in my heart bloomed all over the hillside.

His Prime Minister Song is back.

Xiao Yan threw all his strength into Song Jing's arms, Song Jing staggered on the ground, took two steps back and sat down on the sofa to stabilize the small cannonball in his arms.

Xiao Yan was still trembling, stretched out his hands to wrap around Song Jing's broad shoulders, humming, and arched his body towards him, those grievances and fears that had just woken up from the hospital and were under pressure at this moment were almost completely gone. He ran out...not to take advantage of Prime Minister Song.

Song Jing could clearly see Xiao Yan's expression of red eyes and couldn't help stealing joy, and let him go as before, comfortingly stroking his back.

As a result, something happened when I touched it.

Xiao Yan was wearing a thin T-shirt, and his whole body was a little hot with a low-grade fever. Song Jing's hands were a little cold in comparison, and a small piece of goose bumps appeared along his straight back.

Although Xiao Yan's adaptability is good, after being here for so long, he still can't get used to the tightly wrapped briefs. Coupled with the joy and excitement of the reunion, Xiao Xiao was completely high.

It's very embarrassing!Especially spoil the atmosphere!Nothing regal at all!

"When you're not around, I, I, and I never behave like this!" Xiao Yan's face turned red, and he wanted to get up from Song Jing in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, Song Jing pulled Renfu into her arms after realizing it, and looked at him with a half-smile.

Xiao Yan's mind went blank, and he whispered softly: "Song Aiqing, hurry up, come and help me relieve my worries."

When he realized what he had said, he was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself.

Song Jing approached unhurriedly, pressed against Xiao Yan's burning ear, and said in a low voice, "I obey."

【Pull the lamp】

The author has something to say:

Eri Badi sit tight!

After thinking about it carefully, I still didn’t dare to stew meat [Huh]

ps: Song Cheng is not an ordinary cultivation model compared to the little emperor [raise eyebrows]

Thank you so much for my author who is pregnant with someone else's child~~