The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

When Shen Heqiu woke up in the morning, Yi Sheng was no longer at home. After Aunt Liu brought him breakfast, she went into the kitchen to work again.

Holding the spoon, he scooped up the sweet porridge in the bowl and drank it.

I wonder if Mr. Yi slept well yesterday.

"Why are Mr.'s shirts stacked here?" Aunt Liu's surprised voice came from the living room.

Shen Heqiu raised his head reflexively, just in time to see Aunt Liu pick up the shirt from the sofa.

His cheeks felt hot as if they were about to burn.

Mr. Yi...Why didn't Mr. Yi take back the shirt yesterday.

Shen Heqiu took a sip of the sweet porridge like a cover-up, but felt that the heat on his face couldn't go away.

Shen Heqiu hadn't taken any medicine in the morning, but Shen Heqiu's appetite was fine, and the bowl of sweet porridge quickly drained.

"Mr. Shen, this is for you from my husband." Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen and put the small cake in her hand in front of Shen and Qiu.

It was a small piece of matcha cake, not much, with a little chocolate shavings on top.

There was also a note on the plate, with flying and phoenix writing on it: "Remember to finish eating."

The days that followed were quite ordinary. The affairs of Yisheng Company seemed to be very busy. He left early and returned late every day, and the communication with Shen Heqiu was basically limited to reciting poems at night.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Shen Heqiu always felt that Mr. Yi's attitude seemed to be a lot colder all of a sudden.

Occasionally when Shen and Qiu wake up in the morning, they will bump into Yi Sheng who is about to go out after breakfast.

"...Mr. Yi." Shen Heqiu whispered.

Yi Sheng nodded: "Good morning."

His eyes fell on a lock of Shen Heqiu's sleepy hair, and he stretched out his hand to help him press it down.

Shen Heqiu opened his eyes slightly, and looked up at Yi Sheng in confusion.

Looking down from a height, one can see half of Shen Heqiu's delicately lined collarbone exposed from the slightly open neckline, and the cream-colored skin is eye-catching.

Yi Cheng's fingertips touched the ends of Shen Heqiu's hair, seeing Shen Heqiu instinctively dodge back, made a slight bend, and then quickly retracted.

"The hair is sticking up." Yi Sheng smiled lightly, and his tone was also much calmer. The emotion in those black eyes was like a deep pool of tranquility, without any waves.

"……what?"

By the time Shen and Qiu pulled their hair in a panic, Yi Cheng had already turned around and left the door, as if he didn't want to say a word to him.

So even though Shen and Qiu received a small cake with different flavors on the dinner table every morning, he still couldn't help wondering why Mr. Yi's attitude suddenly changed.

Is Mr. Yi still angry because of what he did before?

Or for some other reason, did he do something to anger Mr. Yi?

Shen Heqiu put a small bite of the cake into his mouth, but felt that he couldn't taste it.

He didn't want to make Mr. Yi angry.

But what should be done so that Mr. Yi will not continue to be so angry?

Shen and Qiu couldn't figure it out until the cake was finished.

Shen Heqiu's part-time job in the coffee shop is still continuing. Although he no longer urgently needs money because of the agreement with Mr. Yi, he feels that such a source of money is not stable.

It is impossible for him to live in Mr. Yi's house forever, and he has caused a lot of trouble for Mr. Yi now.

The clerks in the coffee shop are basically young people who always like to get together to play.

Today is the birthday of one of them, and everyone discussed where to go to have a good time, and it was considered as a celebration for him.

Song Mingyuan suggested with a smile: "Why don't you go to a bar? I know a very interesting place, I can invite you to go there."

"This is great!"

"Go bar go bar!"

"Staying in a coffee shop all day is so quiet, I'm almost becoming an ascetic!"

"Then it's settled. I'll ask someone to drive you there." Song Mingyuan said.

He turned back to look at Shen Heqiu standing in the corner: "Brother Xiaoqiu, come too, you haven't participated before, so just come to play together this time."

Shen Heqiu never thought that they would call him at the party, and they didn't react for a while.

Song Mingyuan looked at him with a smile: "Brother Xiaoqiu?"

Shen Heqiu pursed his lips tightly, wanting to refuse but dared not, looking at Song Mingyuan in panic.

He wanted to back away, but there was already a wall behind him.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Mingyuan took a few steps forward, approaching Shen Heqiu, and put his hands on Shen Heqiu's shoulders: "Brother Xiaoqiu will go with us, right?"

Shen Heqiu was pinned by his shoulders, and wanted to struggle in fear, but Song Mingyuan was tall and strong, and his strength far surpassed him, so he could only stay in place with a pale face.

"No...I..."

Song Mingyuan looked at the steam rising from Shen Heqiu's beautiful eyes with satisfaction, and felt that the blood all over his body was about to boil with excitement.

He has already found out a little bit about Yi Cheng and Shen Heqiu's affairs, it's nothing more than those dramas played by wealthy families, but he didn't expect that the owner of Yi family would also play such things.

But I heard that the other party is tired of playing with people, and his attitude has become cold recently.

Since the other party doesn't want it, then he will pick up a leak and come to taste it, and it should be fine.

Song Mingyuan's hand slid down from Shen Heqiu's shoulder, grabbed Shen Heqiu's wrist, put his fingertips into Shen Heqiu's cuff, and stroked it slowly: "Don't think about refusing...you won't want to know the consequences."

Shen Heqiu's scalp went numb, and he vigorously shook off Song Mingyuan's hand, his white wrist was scratched with a large red spot, and his eye sockets turned red from the stinging pain.

Song Mingyuan didn't care.He smiled maliciously at Shen and Qiu, then turned his head to the others with a sunny face and said, "Then it's settled, let's go play together after get off work today."

Shen Heqiu didn't want to go at all, Song Mingyuan made him feel scared.

After playing the piano, he always left work earlier than others, so he wanted to run away.

"Brother Xiaoqiu? Where are you going?" Song Mingyuan stood in front of Shen Heqiu, with a greedy expression in his eyes that he couldn't understand, so sticky that his eyeballs seemed unable to move.

"It's agreed to play together after get off work. You sit in the store for a while, and we will get off work soon."

There was no one around, Song Mingyuan raised his hand to grab Shen Heqiu's neck, nailed him to the wall with ease, and threatened, "Don't even try to run away."

Shen and Qiu couldn't find a chance, and they were finally dragged by Song Mingyuan to the bar together.

"I didn't expect you, Mingyuan, to be a hidden rich second generation. The two cars that drove us just now looked expensive."

"You are so rich, why do you still come to work in a coffee shop?"

Song Mingyuan was surrounded by the crowd, enjoying the courtship, but his eyes fell on Shen Heqiu, like a snake spewing out letters: "Come and experience life."

"Fuck! You're too hateful!"

"My fist is hungry!"

The nose was filled with the smell of alcohol and tobacco, and Shen Heqiu was dizzy and nauseated by the colorful lights in the bar.

Strangers are everywhere here, and Shen and Qiu feel that they are about to lose their breath.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his hands and feet were cold, and the smell of blood rose from the bottom of his throat.

The wrist was grabbed forcefully.

Shen Heqiu turned his head abruptly, and saw Song Mingyuan smiling at him under the red, green, and green lights. That ordinary face was like a green-faced and fang-toothed ghost: "Brother Xiaoqiu—the booth we reserved is here—"

He was dragged forcefully.

"You chose such a crappy place?" Yi Sheng cast a cold glance at Lin Chengjun.

Lin Chengjun rolled his eyes at him: "I did it anyway, and you don't need to belittle my aesthetic taste like this."

Yi Sheng answered Lin Chengjun with a sneer.

"Just the aesthetic taste of red and green stage lights," Yi Sheng raised his hand, and gave Lin Chengjun a few gentle applause, "It's really elegant."

Lin Chengjun felt that he was being ridiculed, and he choked: "This is vulgar and elegant!"

Lin Chengjun ordered two glasses of wine at the bar: "Are you going to spend it with your dad like this now?"

"Why don't you help me poison him, so that I can inherit his throne immediately." Yi Sheng said.

"A society ruled by law!" Lin Chengjun yelled, "And your father's throne is not as noble as your own."

"I think your temper has been growing recently, and you haven't slept well?"

Yi Sheng took a sip of wine: "I didn't sleep much."

Not only did he not sleep much, he even got up early in the morning to make small cakes because he couldn't sleep.

Yi Sheng recalled how embarrassed Shen Heqiu was when he thanked him before, and stood beside his bed for a long time holding a collection of poems before whispering, "The cake is delicious, thank you".

He smiled, but unfortunately, although he was well coaxed, he still didn't hear the song.

This should be his first loss-making business?

There is no song, but Little Cake has lost a lot.As for people, they are still afraid of him. When they see him, they always look hesitant to speak, making them run away in a panic after speaking.

Even that thank you probably took me a long time to dare to say.

"Can you still recover from this problem?" Lin Chengjun sighed, "Didn't you say that the little star sang before and you could fall asleep after listening to it?"

Yi Sheng knocked on the wine glass: "You have to hear it, and you know he can't sing for the time being."

Not only did he not sing to him, but he also didn't sing when he was alone, and he didn't hear a word anyway.

Fortunately, he didn't care too much for the time being. Insomnia was already a normal state he was used to. He asked Shen Heqiu to come over, so he was ready to wait. After all, this is not something that can be sung by forcing.

Lin Chengjun shrugged and was about to say something when he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.

"Hey, Boss Yi, do you think that is the little star of your family?"

The booth was fairly spacious, but Shen and Qiu had a lot of people, so it was a bit cramped.

Shen Heqiu was squeezed to sit down, his face was as white as a piece of paper, but the lights of the bar were bright, no one could see that he was in a bad state.

Except for Song Mingyuan who was sitting next to Shen Heqiu.

Song Mingyuan licked his lips, drank the wine in his hand, and stared excitedly at Shen Heqiu's lovely expressions when they were trembling with fear.

Biting his lip, his eyes seemed to be filled with water, his wet eyelashes fluttered wildly, and his beautiful expression of fear and panic seemed to shatter if touched lightly.

Song Mingyuan was almost shoulder to shoulder with Shen Heqiu, he could hear Shen Heqiu's short breathing, and Song Mingyuan could imagine Shen Heqiu lying under him panting, crying for mercy.

It really makes people want to kill him impatiently.

"Do you want to play Truth or Dare?"

"Let's play, but let's be honest, it doesn't feel very exciting."

"Then it's all risky."

"Then turn the wine bottle and get some people, whoever faces the bottle will be punished."

The wine bottle whirled around.

The pores of Song Mingyuan's whole body were almost trembling. He looked at Shen and Qiu, like a hunter keeping an eye on his prey.

Shen Heqiu was not the first to be punished.

The second one is not Shen Heqiu.

The third one - the mouth of the bottle was slowly aimed at Shen Heqiu.

Song Mingyuan said loudly with a smile on his face: "Brother Xiaoqiu—it's your turn."

"Go to Xiaoqiu?"

"What is the punishment?"

"Does Mingyuan have any ideas?"

Song Mingyuan put his arms around Shen Heqiu's trembling shoulders, and ambiguously leaned into Shen Heqiu's ear: "Then make Brother Qiu drink three glasses of wine."

Song Mingyuan had just drank a lot of wine, and his breath was filled with a strong smell of wine, which made Shen Heqiu feel like vomiting.

"Alright!"

"Drink and drink!"

Shen Heqiu was pushed and stood up, and the full wine glass was stuffed into their hands, and there were booing sounds all around.

"Drink it!"

"I can't afford to have fun..."

"Don't be so boring!"

Shen Heqiu hated the smell of alcohol, just holding that glass of wine, his stomach started to convulse, the pain made him want to vomit.

The medicine he took at noon has not been metabolized at all, and drinking alcohol will aggravate the side effects of the medicine.

Shen Heqiu helplessly clutched the wine glass, trembling all over.

"I...I don't want to..." Shen Heqiu's thoughts were confused, and he could hardly speak.

"Brother Xiaoqiu, why don't you drink? Today's birthday stars are waiting for you." Song Mingyuan followed suit and stood up.

Without waiting for Shen Heqiu's answer, he stretched out his hand to grab Shen Heqiu's shoulder and turned him around, snatched the wine glass from Shen Heqiu's hand, admiring his fragile expression badly.

"If you don't want to drink by yourself, then I'll feed you?"

Song Mingyuan didn't want to pretend to be fucking sunshine anymore, he pinched Shen Heqiu's chin, and forced the wine in his hand into Shen Heqiu's mouth.

Shen Heqiu was choked by the spicy wine, his eyes were red, his throat seemed to be on fire, and his stomach also seemed to be on fire, making him want to vomit.

It's so bad, he doesn't want to drink.

he does not want……

his throat...

Song Mingyuan poured three glasses of wine to Shen Heqiu.

Song Mingyuan pinched Shen Heqiu's chin, watching his face blushing rapidly, his amber eyes half-closed in a daze, and the flickering light that spilled out was boundless beauty.

His action of pouring the wine just now was too rough, the wine overflowing from the cup spilled on Shen Heqiu's front lapel, moistening a small piece, revealing sporadic white skin.

"Drunk after three glasses of wine?" Song Mingyuan laughed maliciously.

"Pretend to be pitiful in front of me all day long to seduce me, want to touch but start to hide, why do sluts pretend to be innocent?"

"Now I'm being honest." Song Mingyuan's spirit of drinking rose, and the evil fire in his heart rushed straight up. His dark eyes fell on Shen Heqiu's bright lips stained with wine, and he lowered his head to kiss Shen Heqiu. .

The next second, a hand stretched out from the side, grabbed his collar, and punched him in the face.

Song Mingyuan was knocked to the ground before he could react in time, and the right side of his cheek that was hit by the fist was burning hot, and soon swelled up high.

A pair of shiny leather shoes stopped in front of his face, Song Mingyuan endured the pain and raised his head to look at the person.

"What do you want to do?" Yi Sheng looked down at Song Mingyuan with a gloomy face.