The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

"So Young Master Song has been looking for Xiao Yan since five years ago?" Yang Yanyan was shocked.

"I'll go, why are you listening here, if there is any rumor about this matter, you're done, understand?" Song Xuyao ​​finished intimidating the little assistant, then turned his head and spread his hands at Qiao Zhiyuan, "That's all I know, don't worry. Don't tell my brother that I have seen his paintings secretly, or I will die here."

"Five years ago, Xiao Yan was only 11 years old." Qiao Zhiyuan was deeply suspicious, "Could it be that your brother is still a pedophile?"

Yang Yanyan believed it was true: "Damn! It's too perverted!"

"Get out! My brother is not this kind of person," Song Xuyao ​​was unhappy, "Maybe Xiaoyan just looks alike. When I saw that painting five years ago, the person in the painting already looked fifteen years old. It looks like six years old, and maybe the parent's tenderness is actually not young?"

"What, Second Young Master Song meant," Qiao Zhiyuan couldn't bear it anymore, "Your brother is using Xiao Yan as a substitute?! Are you reasonable?!"

Song Xuyao ​​was very guilty: "My dear, calm down! I just said nonsense... oh! Don't slap your face!"

There was a flutter of chickens and dogs jumping outside the door, and at this time, Song Jing was conscientiously helping Xiao Yan relieve his worries.

Speaking of which, the first emperor died young, and the queen mother was busy stabilizing the imperial court at that time. No one really taught the little emperor about men, so one day when Song Jing got up early and entered the palace as usual to ask Xiao Yan to wake up, he was hit. The jackpot, and then the queen mother made a total decision, and Prime Minister Song was the most suitable for this matter, so Song Jing became Xiao Yan's life mentor in various ♂♂♂ senses.

After all, the little emperor is still too sweet.

Song Jing squinted her eyes, and finally reached out to grab the restlessness. Xiao Yan snorted, buried her hot cheeks on Song Jing's shoulder, and awkwardly grabbed Song Jing's coat, her whole body was weak, and she didn't even try to resist. less than.

The warm breath on the side of the cochlea made him shiver, and the big hands under him were even more intensified. The lines of thin calluses between the fingers crackled and burned from Xiao Yan's numb tailbone along the spine, and Xiao Yan turned around. He tightened his grip on Song Jing's neck, wrinkled his straight shirt collar, and couldn't help panting in panic and haste.

In a trance, Xiao Yan felt something pressing against his waist for the first time, and looked at Song Jing absent-mindedly and suspiciously.

Song Jing's movements paused, and when she lowered her head, she saw the red eye sockets of the young man in her arms. The round eyes were black and bright, with a wet glint, and looked like a little rabbit who had been bullied hard.

The strength in his hand couldn't help but a little bit heavier.

But there was a sound from outside - "Xiao Yan!"

"Hmm..." Xiao Yan's heart immediately rose to his throat, and he let out a whimper unexpectedly, his whole body trembled, and he vented.

"It's over, it's over, Brother Qiao is calling me." Xiao Yan came back to his senses, and finally realized that he still had to shoot a commercial, and he scrambled to his feet.

"It's okay, there's no rush." ​​Song Jing helped him clean up unhurriedly, put on his trousers, and buttoned them up.

Xiao Yan reached out and grabbed the corner of Song Jing's clothes, Song Jing stopped and turned to look at him, Xiao Yan's cheeks were a little hot again: "Song...Song Jing, you don't need it, I mean you don't need to help me do this again sort of thing."

Song Jing looked at Xiao Yan's little expression that dimmed for a moment, and asked with great interest: "How do you say that?" : "I am... just... an artist."

"Oh?" Song Jing followed his words, "If you say that, then I'm nothing more than a businessman covered in money."

Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, business is the last.

"That's still pretty good!" Xiao Yan's eyes lit up, and he accidentally said what was in his heart, completely unaware that someone had diverted the topic.

"Yes." Song Jing reached out and rubbed his frizzy little head.

"That's not right!" Xiao Yan sat up for a moment, "Didn't you take the imperial examination... no, was it the college entrance examination?"

Song Jing thought of the university he studied abroad. He did not take the college entrance examination.

Before Song Jing could answer, Xiao Yan suddenly realized: "I know, mathematics must be too difficult!"

Song Jing: "..."

"It doesn't matter, I will definitely study hard, change my family, and let you live a good life." Xiao Yan encouraged: "Follow brother, there is meat to eat!"

"It's not big or young." Song Jing couldn't help laughing, he is a round older than Xiao Yan now.

"..." Xiao Yan blushed and smiled foolishly, feeling that there was something different about his handsome Prime Minister Song.

It seems to have become... a little cute.

By the way, how did Song Jing find him? ?

Xiao Yan slapped his head, of course it was because Prime Minister Song was omniscient ︿(￣︶￣)︿.

Eh... wait a minute, he seems to have forgotten something?

... Qiao Zhiyuan yelled outside but got no response, his face darkened: "Are you really refusing to let me?"

Special assistant Shen kept a straight face and didn't move at all.

Song Xuyao ​​felt that his elder brother was his elder brother anyway, so he should listen to his wife first, so he gritted his teeth and stood in front of Qiao Zhiyuan.

Qiao Zhiyuan: "Mentally retarded, don't shake your legs."

Song Xuyao: ...What's the point of dismantling it at this time!

Anyway... the scene seemed to be on the verge of breaking out. At this moment, Song Jing said in the lounge: "Let them in."

Special assistant Shen took a step back.

"Look! I told you it's my brother." Song Xuyao ​​felt complacent, and opened the door for Qiao Zhiyuan in a doggy manner. Qiao Zhiyuan frowned and strode in.

"..." Special assistant Shen really didn't want to admit that this guy was the second young master of the Song family, so it was embarrassing, and then he raised his hand and ruthlessly stopped Yang Yanyan who was following them outside.

Yang Yanyan: "..."

Well, she's used to it. QAQ

As soon as Qiao Zhiyuan and Song Xuyao ​​entered the door, they saw Xiao Yan nestled in a corner of the sofa with a silly smile on his face. His hairstyle was messed up just now, his cheeks were flushed, and his clothes were wrinkled as if they had been arched by a pig. There was a faint fishy smell in the air.

Any man knows what caused that.

And Song Jing sat on the side very heinously, yes, in Qiao Zhiyuan's view, it was a very heinous sitting posture plus a very heinous face even with an expressionless face.

"Brother! I'm not talking about you. At least you have to endure it. Xiao Yan is still underage. This, this, this, is too a fucking beast!" Song Xuyao ​​was heartbroken, and before Qiao Zhiyuan got angry, he lowered his voice and glared at him. : "The point is how should I explain to Zhiyuan, brother!"

Song Jing gave him a disgusted look.

Song Xuyao ​​persuaded in seconds: QWQ!

"Xiao Yan, go and change your clothes first." Qiao Zhiyuan said, "The clothes to be worn for the commercial are in the fitting room. Slow down, wear them."

Xiao Yan subconsciously glanced at Song Jing first, and got the response from Song Jing's eyes, then nodded, and went to change clothes cheerfully.

"..." Qiao Zhiyuan took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Jing, "Master Song, I think we need to have a good talk."

Song Jing raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.

The author has something to say:

Song Xuyao: One is a brother and the other is a daughter-in-law, it is really difficult to choose QAQ Qiao Zhiyuan: Are you sure you are not Lao Gong?