New year greeting

Song Xinyuan pushed Feng Deng away, sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and asked, "What are you doing here? Where's the cat?"

Feng Deng took a step forward and leaned close to Song Xinyuan, forcing Song Xinyuan to fall on the bed, closing his eyes tightly, as if he had encountered a monster that ate children.Feng Deng examined Song Xinyuan's expression, and grabbed Song Xinyuan's hands to prevent him from scratching: "The cat is at home, so it's not convenient to come here. My mother will take care of it. You can go back and look at it when you are resting."

Song Xinyuan opened one eye, met Feng Deng's gaze, and quickly turned his face away, his tone a little annoyed: "After so many days, it doesn't remember me anymore."

"It remembers, it's as smart as you."

"Why did you take the cat away that day? Are you trying to trick me into chasing you? I won't be fooled."

"Yes, I made a mistake."

"Why don't you come back... don't you send Tuantuan back?" Song Xinyuan glanced at Feng Deng's work card, thinking secretly, did Feng Deng suddenly appear here to surprise him?

He forgot, he kept yelling that he didn't want to see Feng Deng, and even blocked Feng Deng.In order to cover up his cowardice, he pretended not to care, but in fact he didn't dare to run away from home, he was afraid that he would leave by himself and find no excuse to go back.Thinking of his father's wrong things, Feng Deng has every reason to ignore him, if Feng Deng doesn't look for him, he will lose completely.

When Feng Deng suggested that he stay, he was relieved.However, for the next two weeks, he lived in fear, afraid that Feng Deng would go home and talk about breaking up with him, and worried that Feng Deng would not come back and ignore him.

Unexpectedly, Feng Deng was much more cunning than him.

Feng Deng said: "I'll go back to my hometown to visit my mother and discuss our affairs with her."

Song Xinyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he asked hopelessly, "Auntie, can you accept it?"

"She likes cats." Feng Deng said ambiguously.

"Are you really going to be my assistant? You won't make your aunt angry?"

"No way, I can't get into a public hospital, and I'm tired of being a doctor. From now on, I'll be your assistant and I can only follow you." Feng Deng touched Song Xinyuan's side face and joked, "Brother Song, you must Be responsible to me."

Song Xinyuan's pleas from the past are still in my ears-brother, I want to be with you every day, don't leave, don't leave, okay?

Feng Deng didn't agree to him at the time, but now he tells him with actions - Song Xinyuan, we will not be separated.

Song Xinyuan covered half of his face, and moved a little away from Feng Deng: "Don't make any moves."

"Can you move your mouth?" The conversation seemed familiar, but the speaker was reversed.

Song Xinyuan was kissed by Feng Deng in a daze. He licked the corners of his lips and turned his back to Feng Deng: "You haven't answered my question yet, why are you with me?"

Feng Deng covered his brows and eyes with his arms, and said slowly: "It's a long story, I—"

"Forget it, don't talk about it," Song Xinyuan hurriedly stopped Feng Deng, fearing that his expectations would fail, "Don't talk about it, we're even!"

Yes, they evened it out.Even if Feng Deng planned to take revenge on him, it didn't matter, he also approached Feng Deng later for revenge.He was satisfied when Feng Deng came to him, and the rest was not important, not important.Don't be greedy, what right does he have to blame Feng Deng?

He is not worthy of Feng Deng at all, he is not good enough.

Feng Deng heard Song Xinyuan's loss, and stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms: "Song Xinyuan, you don't need to feel inferior, have you forgotten that I am also sick. We are very suitable, right?"

right.Song Xinyuan suddenly came to his senses. He had read Feng Deng's checklist. Dr. Lin's diagnosis could not be false. Feng Deng suffered from a heart disease and could not respond to his feelings directly.His persecution will push Feng Deng away.

Feng Deng likes me.Song Xinyuan recalled Feng Deng's kindness to him, and said silently in his heart, Feng Deng likes me very much.

He should have woken up a long time ago, he should trust Feng Deng, if Feng Deng didn't like him, how could he be with him?

"That's right, we can't harm others, we can only be companions." Song Xinyuan said, "Keep a low profile on the set and pay attention to your identity."

"Well, I try to keep my distance from people."

Feng Deng thought for a moment and gave up confessing.He thought that his mother's concept of love didn't apply to them, and there was no need to explain everything clearly.Two people living together is a mess in itself, and it is hard to tell who loves the other more.

He doesn't need to let Song Xinyuan know all the truth.In the year Song Xinyuan was born, he lost his younger brother, which was caused by Song Yanqing; when Song Xinyuan was more than one year old, his brain was injured, which was caused by Song Yanqing's fall; Song Xinyuan, it wasn't for revenge on Song Xinyuan, he didn't recognize Song Xinyuan as Song Yanqing's son at all; in college, it wasn't Song Xinyuan who was first moved...

The liar's love begins with lying, and loving and being loved are both difficult arts for them to master.

"I mean, I want you to keep a distance from me, don't cling to me all the time." Song Xinyuan has a sweet distress. If Feng Deng dangles in front of his eyes all day, it will definitely affect his work.

"Jia Yingjun said that one of the assistant's tasks is to cling to you and serve you."

"I am the one who pays the wages, so listen to me."

"Okay, Brother Song."

"Don't call me that..."

"What do you think is the most normal way for me to call you outside?"

Xiao Song?Yuan Yuan?husband?Mr. Song? ——It’s all embarrassing.Song Xinyuan laughed out loud, he was destined to take advantage of Feng Deng.

At ten o'clock in the evening, they washed up and went to bed. They slept separately. There were two single beds in the standard room.There are so many people in the hotel, it is not sure who will knock on the door looking for Song Xinyuan, if you encounter an indescribable scene, you will be in trouble.

Having said that, it is easy to think wildly when the person you like eats and lives with you.Song Xinyuan persisted for a few days, and his heart became more and more itchy. He chose to be duplicity, unilaterally got into trouble with Feng Deng, and refused to get close to Feng Deng.

Feng Deng didn't know whether he was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. He strictly abided by Song Xinyuan's "rules", did his job well as an assistant, and never took the initiative to get close to Song Xinyuan.

On the set, Song Xinyuan became even more reticent. In order to avoid suspicion, he hardly communicated with Feng Deng. He was busy acting, listening to the director's lectures, and pondering the script, often in a daze.After a month, the colleagues and staff of the crew all got to know Song Xinyuan's character, thought he was cold and cold, and gradually alienated him.Fortunately, under the supervision of Feng Deng, Song Xinyuan no longer grinds his teeth or gnaws his hands.

One evening, the male number three played by Song Xinyuan fell into a puddle, and Feng Deng saw this scene.Today, he yelled "Brother, save me" to the actor many times, crying and yelling.After the performance, the director thought that some details were not good enough and asked for a reshoot.Finally, Song Xinyuan shouted hoarsely.

Going back at night, Song Xinyuan ate the throat lozenges Feng Deng took, feeling a bit bitter, coughing loudly on purpose, trying to arouse Feng Deng's concern.

Feng Deng was sorting out Song Xinyuan's itinerary, when he heard the voice, he raised his head to glance at Song Xinyuan, lowered his head and said, "Do you have a bad throat?"

Song Xinyuan struggled for a few seconds, lay on Feng Deng's back, leaned into Feng Deng's ear, and muttered aggrievedly: "Brother, sugar is so bitter."

"Isn't sugar sweet?"

"How do you know it's sweet if you haven't tasted it? Throat lozenges are more bitter."

"How bitter is it?"

"You'll know if you try it, it's really hard, it's hard for me," Song Xinyuan hugged Feng Deng's neck, and said in a coquettish tone, "Brother, save me—I know I'm wrong, please help me!" help me."

Feng Deng smiled silently, carried Song Xinyuan on his back and walked to the bed, pressed Song Xinyuan on the bed, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

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