The boss wants me to fall asleep every night
Chapter 11
Yi Sheng looked at Song Mingyuan indifferently, his cold eyes seemed to be looking at a corpse.
Song Mingyuan was terrified by his eyes, and most of the wine he had just drank woke up, with cold sweat and goose bumps breaking out together.
"Yi...Yi Sheng?" Song Mingyuan got up from the ground, only feeling that his right cheek was throbbing and hurting when he spoke, but the fear in his heart overwhelmed the pain one step further.
Shen Heqiu beside him was so drunk that he was dizzy, one of them was about to fall down when he couldn't stand still, and his knee hit the table.
Yi Cheng grabbed him quickly with his eyes and hands, so that he didn't let him fall down.
Song Mingyuan watched Shen Heqiu being pulled behind him by Yi Cheng, tightly blocking him, and felt cold in his heart. He knew he was wrong this time.
The other party is not only not tired of playing, but also protects her tightly.
Song Mingyuan grinned, his flattering smile distorted by the pain: "Boss Yi..."
"You don't want to argue with me because of such a thing, it's not worth it—"
Before Song Mingyuan finished speaking, he was kicked to the ground by Yi Cheng.
Yi Sheng said slowly, "Before judging others, first look at what you are." His speech was not fast, and he even seemed to be preaching calmly.
Song Mingyuan lay on the ground, the place where he was kicked was so painful that he couldn't speak, he could only lie on the ground like a dead fish out of water, panting heavily.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the people around had already moved away, giving up a large open space.
"Song Qingli is your father." Yi Sheng said, his expression softened suddenly, the light from the bar swept over his chiseled face, his smile revealed a coldness between light and dark, "Guess what, How much is the cooperation that Mr. Song came to discuss with me this time worth?"
Song Mingyuan's eyes widened and he understood the meaning of Yi Sheng's words. He struggled violently, trying to get up from the ground again: "No—you can't—" Yi Sheng tilted his head and said to Lin Chengjun, "Take the food in your bar. Clean up the rubbish, don't smoke so that guests don't want to come."
"Also," Yi Sheng added, with a cold expression, "Since Young Master Song likes to drink, let him drink enough."
Seeing Yi Sheng's expression, Lin Chengjun wanted to run away. Hearing this, he quickly nodded his head and went to call the security guard at the entrance of the bar to deal with Song Mingyuan.
It's been 800 years since he saw Yi Sheng get so angry, it's scary.
Shen Heqiu was so drunk that he felt like he was being hugged in a daze, and then the temperature around him suddenly turned cold at a certain moment.
"Cold..." Shen Heqiu murmured in a low voice, and kept going to the warm place.
Yi Cheng was holding someone and was angry, when he saw Shen Heqiu buried his eyes in his arms out of fear of the cold, the low air pressure around his body finally picked up a bit.
He tossed him into his arms and hugged him even tighter.
Yi Sheng walked steadily to the front of the car, and the driver waiting beside the car saw him hugging someone, so he hurried up to help him open the door.
As soon as Yi Cheng put the person in his arms on the back seat gently, and he also sat beside him, he saw Shen Heqiu's closed eyes slowly opening, amber eyes looking at him in a daze, and the flush on his face Not faded, there is a kind of cuteness.
Yi Sheng couldn't help lowering his voice: "What's wrong?"
Shen Heqiu grabbed Yi Cheng's cuff aggrievedly, and tugged: "Unfortunate..."
Yi Sheng: "Have a headache?"
Shen Heqiu shook his head, making his dizzy head even more dizzy.
"Throat...throat..." Shen Heqiu said, leaning over anxiously, with half of his body lying in Yi Cheng's arms, his throat was burning and itchy, making him very uncomfortable.
He gasped for breath twice, trying to relieve the pain with the cold air, but the moment he exhaled, the itching in the bottom of his throat redoubled.
"Is your throat uncomfortable?" Yi Sheng frowned.
Shen Heqiu nodded, and waited obediently for a while. Seeing that Yi Sheng hadn't responded, he tugged Yi Sheng's sleeve eagerly, then grabbed Yi Sheng's hand and put it on his neck.
His slender, white and greasy neck was slightly raised, and his small Adam's apple rolled slightly in the palm of Yi Sheng as he swallowed. Yi Sheng's fingertips were pressed against the side of his neck, and he could clearly feel the beating of his pulse.
Yi Sheng moved his fingers very slightly, and the beating of the pulse at his fingertips gave him a sense of satisfaction that he had completely mastered it.
When he is sober, he is so afraid of people, as if he would run away if touched, how can he become so obedient when he is drunk.
Shen Heqiu grabbed Yi Sheng's wrist, his nasal voice soft and waxy: "Itchy throat... uncomfortable..."
Yi Cheng lowered his head slightly, the distance between the two of them seemed to touch the tip of their noses, he smiled lightly, and asked following Shen Heqiu's words: "Then what should we do?"
Shen Heqiu frowned, stared at Yi Sheng with shining eyes, and urged, "Touch."
"Huh?" Yi Sheng didn't move.
Shen Heqiu rubbed Yi Sheng's hand: "Touch it..." He let go of Yi Sheng's wrist, and instead grabbed Yi Sheng's fingers, stroking his soft and snow-white neck, trying to relieve the itching in his throat meaning.
Yi Cheng let Shen Heqiu hold onto him and dawdled for a few times before taking his hand back.
"Why did you go to the bar with someone else?" Yi Sheng thought about what happened tonight. If he wasn't there, would Shen Heqiu be holding Song Mingyuan's hand and acting like a spoiled child?
This kind of thought just flashed in his mind, and it aroused the hostility in his heart, and it was crowded in his heart, making him want to go back and beat Song Mingyuan up again.
"He Qiu, look at me." Yi Sheng said in a deep voice, without touching his neck as Shen He Qiu wished, "Do you know who I am?"
Shen and Qiu were quite drunk, and when they heard Yi Sheng's question, their heads reacted sluggishly for a while.
Alcohol gradually began to ferment in his body, and his head ached a little, making him unwilling to think about the answer to this question.
Shen Heqiu lowered his neck, unconsciously buried it on Yi Sheng's shoulder and acted coquettishly: "Don't ask..."
Yi Cheng didn't want him to get away with it, pinched the back of Shen Heqiu's neck, watched him raise his head shyly: "Think hard, don't act like a baby."
Shen Heqiu was held in Yi Cheng's arms, and couldn't run away even if he wanted to, so he could only look at him pitifully, with water in his eyes: "Headache...I have a headache...don't think about it..."
He struggled to grab Yi Sheng's hand again, wanting him to touch his hot and itchy throat.
"Heqiu, be good." Yi Cheng held Shen Heqiu's hands and pinched his fingers in his palms, "I'll help you if you get the answer right, okay?"
He squeezed Shen Heqiu's slender and slender fingers, and coaxed, "Who am I?"
Shen Heqiu looked at Yi Sheng obediently, his amber pupils were slightly out of focus, he blinked and replied obediently: "Yi...Mr. Yi..."
"If it wasn't for me, would you follow others?" Yi Cheng slowly played with Shen Heqiu's fingers.
Shen Heqiu was confused: "No..."
"why?"
"Mr. Yi is fine...just left..." Shen Heqiu muttered.
Yi Cheng was taken aback when he heard the answer, and he pinched the tip of Shen Heqiu's nose helplessly: "You're quite sensible, I've convinced you." It's really too cute.
Shen Heqiu couldn't wait: "I, did I get the answer right?"
Yi Cheng smiled softly, his eyebrows stretched, and under Shen Heqiu's expectant eyes, he reached out and stroked his slender neck: "That's right, Heqiu is really smart."
"I will reward you for the correct answer now, and I will punish you for the wrong thing when I wake up."
Shen Heqiu probably hadn't had much wine before, after drinking three cups, his fair skin was still pink, like a sweet and delicious peach blossom cake.
Perhaps it was comfortable being rubbed by Yi Cheng's fingertips, and he hummed softly twice.
Yi Cheng was stunned, a little unspeakably aroused by that soft and soft voice for no reason.
His eyes fell on Shen Heqiu's lips unconsciously, the bottom of his eyes was deep, and something seemed to be ignited in his heart.
Yi Cheng stopped his hands, moved up along the side of his neck, held Shen Heqiu's face, and stroked the faint blush with his thumb a few times.
"Mr. Yi...Mr. Yi?" The driver's voice came from the front.
Yi Sheng looked out through the car window, and he was already home.
Probably because the throat was no longer so uncomfortable, Shen Heqiu fell asleep again in a daze. Yi Cheng couldn't bear to wake him up, so he carried him out of the car and walked to the villa with him.
Aunt Liu had just finished cleaning and was about to leave when she saw Yi Cheng carrying Shen and Qiu into the door.
Aunt Liu was surprised: "What's the matter?"
"Drunk." Yi Cheng answered briefly, "Go and make a bowl of hangover soup, otherwise he will probably have a bad headache tomorrow."
"Hey, I'll go right away." Aunt Liu hurriedly agreed.
Yi Sheng sent him into the bedroom and put him on the bed.
Since Shen Heqiu moved into this room, he hasn't been here yet.
The general layout was still the same as before, Shen and Qiu didn't bring many things, the whole bedroom was a little empty, with music scores scattered on the table, Yi Cheng glanced at it, there were printed music scores, and there were also scores written by Shen Heqiu himself.
But probably the writing was not smooth, the paper of those handwritten scores were all messed up by black pens, making it almost impossible to see the melody of the original notes.
Yi Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the peaceful sleeping faces of Shen and Qiu buried in the pillows.
The light shone down, and the silver bracelet on his wrist gleamed slightly.
Yi Sheng always knew that Shen and Qiu were wearing a string of silver bracelets, but because they basically kept a safe distance when they got along with each other before, Yi Sheng couldn't see the details of the bracelet clearly.
He raised Shen Heqiu's hand gently, and carefully looked at the silver bracelet.
The design of the bracelet is not expensive, but it is better than simplicity. There is a silver leaf hanging on it, and some words are engraved on it.
Somewhat familiar.
But before Yi Cheng took a closer look, Shen Heqiu turned over in a daze, and faced him, the bracelet was not in the long sleeves, probably a little uncomfortable, they frowned, and snorted twice in dissatisfaction, the voice was soft Huhu.
Yi Cheng brushed aside the broken hair that was sticking to Shen Heqiu's cheeks due to sweat, feeling a little soft in his heart.
He thought, it would be nice if he could keep this little nightingale like this forever.
I just don't know how to raise this little nightingale well, because she is always afraid of people when she is awake.
Yi Cheng put his hand on Shen Heqiu's side face and sighed, "You little troublemaker."
Song Mingyuan was terrified by his eyes, and most of the wine he had just drank woke up, with cold sweat and goose bumps breaking out together.
"Yi...Yi Sheng?" Song Mingyuan got up from the ground, only feeling that his right cheek was throbbing and hurting when he spoke, but the fear in his heart overwhelmed the pain one step further.
Shen Heqiu beside him was so drunk that he was dizzy, one of them was about to fall down when he couldn't stand still, and his knee hit the table.
Yi Cheng grabbed him quickly with his eyes and hands, so that he didn't let him fall down.
Song Mingyuan watched Shen Heqiu being pulled behind him by Yi Cheng, tightly blocking him, and felt cold in his heart. He knew he was wrong this time.
The other party is not only not tired of playing, but also protects her tightly.
Song Mingyuan grinned, his flattering smile distorted by the pain: "Boss Yi..."
"You don't want to argue with me because of such a thing, it's not worth it—"
Before Song Mingyuan finished speaking, he was kicked to the ground by Yi Cheng.
Yi Sheng said slowly, "Before judging others, first look at what you are." His speech was not fast, and he even seemed to be preaching calmly.
Song Mingyuan lay on the ground, the place where he was kicked was so painful that he couldn't speak, he could only lie on the ground like a dead fish out of water, panting heavily.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the people around had already moved away, giving up a large open space.
"Song Qingli is your father." Yi Sheng said, his expression softened suddenly, the light from the bar swept over his chiseled face, his smile revealed a coldness between light and dark, "Guess what, How much is the cooperation that Mr. Song came to discuss with me this time worth?"
Song Mingyuan's eyes widened and he understood the meaning of Yi Sheng's words. He struggled violently, trying to get up from the ground again: "No—you can't—" Yi Sheng tilted his head and said to Lin Chengjun, "Take the food in your bar. Clean up the rubbish, don't smoke so that guests don't want to come."
"Also," Yi Sheng added, with a cold expression, "Since Young Master Song likes to drink, let him drink enough."
Seeing Yi Sheng's expression, Lin Chengjun wanted to run away. Hearing this, he quickly nodded his head and went to call the security guard at the entrance of the bar to deal with Song Mingyuan.
It's been 800 years since he saw Yi Sheng get so angry, it's scary.
Shen Heqiu was so drunk that he felt like he was being hugged in a daze, and then the temperature around him suddenly turned cold at a certain moment.
"Cold..." Shen Heqiu murmured in a low voice, and kept going to the warm place.
Yi Cheng was holding someone and was angry, when he saw Shen Heqiu buried his eyes in his arms out of fear of the cold, the low air pressure around his body finally picked up a bit.
He tossed him into his arms and hugged him even tighter.
Yi Sheng walked steadily to the front of the car, and the driver waiting beside the car saw him hugging someone, so he hurried up to help him open the door.
As soon as Yi Cheng put the person in his arms on the back seat gently, and he also sat beside him, he saw Shen Heqiu's closed eyes slowly opening, amber eyes looking at him in a daze, and the flush on his face Not faded, there is a kind of cuteness.
Yi Sheng couldn't help lowering his voice: "What's wrong?"
Shen Heqiu grabbed Yi Cheng's cuff aggrievedly, and tugged: "Unfortunate..."
Yi Sheng: "Have a headache?"
Shen Heqiu shook his head, making his dizzy head even more dizzy.
"Throat...throat..." Shen Heqiu said, leaning over anxiously, with half of his body lying in Yi Cheng's arms, his throat was burning and itchy, making him very uncomfortable.
He gasped for breath twice, trying to relieve the pain with the cold air, but the moment he exhaled, the itching in the bottom of his throat redoubled.
"Is your throat uncomfortable?" Yi Sheng frowned.
Shen Heqiu nodded, and waited obediently for a while. Seeing that Yi Sheng hadn't responded, he tugged Yi Sheng's sleeve eagerly, then grabbed Yi Sheng's hand and put it on his neck.
His slender, white and greasy neck was slightly raised, and his small Adam's apple rolled slightly in the palm of Yi Sheng as he swallowed. Yi Sheng's fingertips were pressed against the side of his neck, and he could clearly feel the beating of his pulse.
Yi Sheng moved his fingers very slightly, and the beating of the pulse at his fingertips gave him a sense of satisfaction that he had completely mastered it.
When he is sober, he is so afraid of people, as if he would run away if touched, how can he become so obedient when he is drunk.
Shen Heqiu grabbed Yi Sheng's wrist, his nasal voice soft and waxy: "Itchy throat... uncomfortable..."
Yi Cheng lowered his head slightly, the distance between the two of them seemed to touch the tip of their noses, he smiled lightly, and asked following Shen Heqiu's words: "Then what should we do?"
Shen Heqiu frowned, stared at Yi Sheng with shining eyes, and urged, "Touch."
"Huh?" Yi Sheng didn't move.
Shen Heqiu rubbed Yi Sheng's hand: "Touch it..." He let go of Yi Sheng's wrist, and instead grabbed Yi Sheng's fingers, stroking his soft and snow-white neck, trying to relieve the itching in his throat meaning.
Yi Cheng let Shen Heqiu hold onto him and dawdled for a few times before taking his hand back.
"Why did you go to the bar with someone else?" Yi Sheng thought about what happened tonight. If he wasn't there, would Shen Heqiu be holding Song Mingyuan's hand and acting like a spoiled child?
This kind of thought just flashed in his mind, and it aroused the hostility in his heart, and it was crowded in his heart, making him want to go back and beat Song Mingyuan up again.
"He Qiu, look at me." Yi Sheng said in a deep voice, without touching his neck as Shen He Qiu wished, "Do you know who I am?"
Shen and Qiu were quite drunk, and when they heard Yi Sheng's question, their heads reacted sluggishly for a while.
Alcohol gradually began to ferment in his body, and his head ached a little, making him unwilling to think about the answer to this question.
Shen Heqiu lowered his neck, unconsciously buried it on Yi Sheng's shoulder and acted coquettishly: "Don't ask..."
Yi Cheng didn't want him to get away with it, pinched the back of Shen Heqiu's neck, watched him raise his head shyly: "Think hard, don't act like a baby."
Shen Heqiu was held in Yi Cheng's arms, and couldn't run away even if he wanted to, so he could only look at him pitifully, with water in his eyes: "Headache...I have a headache...don't think about it..."
He struggled to grab Yi Sheng's hand again, wanting him to touch his hot and itchy throat.
"Heqiu, be good." Yi Cheng held Shen Heqiu's hands and pinched his fingers in his palms, "I'll help you if you get the answer right, okay?"
He squeezed Shen Heqiu's slender and slender fingers, and coaxed, "Who am I?"
Shen Heqiu looked at Yi Sheng obediently, his amber pupils were slightly out of focus, he blinked and replied obediently: "Yi...Mr. Yi..."
"If it wasn't for me, would you follow others?" Yi Cheng slowly played with Shen Heqiu's fingers.
Shen Heqiu was confused: "No..."
"why?"
"Mr. Yi is fine...just left..." Shen Heqiu muttered.
Yi Cheng was taken aback when he heard the answer, and he pinched the tip of Shen Heqiu's nose helplessly: "You're quite sensible, I've convinced you." It's really too cute.
Shen Heqiu couldn't wait: "I, did I get the answer right?"
Yi Cheng smiled softly, his eyebrows stretched, and under Shen Heqiu's expectant eyes, he reached out and stroked his slender neck: "That's right, Heqiu is really smart."
"I will reward you for the correct answer now, and I will punish you for the wrong thing when I wake up."
Shen Heqiu probably hadn't had much wine before, after drinking three cups, his fair skin was still pink, like a sweet and delicious peach blossom cake.
Perhaps it was comfortable being rubbed by Yi Cheng's fingertips, and he hummed softly twice.
Yi Cheng was stunned, a little unspeakably aroused by that soft and soft voice for no reason.
His eyes fell on Shen Heqiu's lips unconsciously, the bottom of his eyes was deep, and something seemed to be ignited in his heart.
Yi Cheng stopped his hands, moved up along the side of his neck, held Shen Heqiu's face, and stroked the faint blush with his thumb a few times.
"Mr. Yi...Mr. Yi?" The driver's voice came from the front.
Yi Sheng looked out through the car window, and he was already home.
Probably because the throat was no longer so uncomfortable, Shen Heqiu fell asleep again in a daze. Yi Cheng couldn't bear to wake him up, so he carried him out of the car and walked to the villa with him.
Aunt Liu had just finished cleaning and was about to leave when she saw Yi Cheng carrying Shen and Qiu into the door.
Aunt Liu was surprised: "What's the matter?"
"Drunk." Yi Cheng answered briefly, "Go and make a bowl of hangover soup, otherwise he will probably have a bad headache tomorrow."
"Hey, I'll go right away." Aunt Liu hurriedly agreed.
Yi Sheng sent him into the bedroom and put him on the bed.
Since Shen Heqiu moved into this room, he hasn't been here yet.
The general layout was still the same as before, Shen and Qiu didn't bring many things, the whole bedroom was a little empty, with music scores scattered on the table, Yi Cheng glanced at it, there were printed music scores, and there were also scores written by Shen Heqiu himself.
But probably the writing was not smooth, the paper of those handwritten scores were all messed up by black pens, making it almost impossible to see the melody of the original notes.
Yi Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the peaceful sleeping faces of Shen and Qiu buried in the pillows.
The light shone down, and the silver bracelet on his wrist gleamed slightly.
Yi Sheng always knew that Shen and Qiu were wearing a string of silver bracelets, but because they basically kept a safe distance when they got along with each other before, Yi Sheng couldn't see the details of the bracelet clearly.
He raised Shen Heqiu's hand gently, and carefully looked at the silver bracelet.
The design of the bracelet is not expensive, but it is better than simplicity. There is a silver leaf hanging on it, and some words are engraved on it.
Somewhat familiar.
But before Yi Cheng took a closer look, Shen Heqiu turned over in a daze, and faced him, the bracelet was not in the long sleeves, probably a little uncomfortable, they frowned, and snorted twice in dissatisfaction, the voice was soft Huhu.
Yi Cheng brushed aside the broken hair that was sticking to Shen Heqiu's cheeks due to sweat, feeling a little soft in his heart.
He thought, it would be nice if he could keep this little nightingale like this forever.
I just don't know how to raise this little nightingale well, because she is always afraid of people when she is awake.
Yi Cheng put his hand on Shen Heqiu's side face and sighed, "You little troublemaker."
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