The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

Is it trouble...?

Shen Heqiu was a little confused.

This was the exact opposite of Mr. Yi's answer he expected, and it made him feel real, like a dream and fantasy.

No one had ever said anything like that to him.

Tell him so earnestly and sincerely that he is trouble.

"I really didn't, didn't I cause you any trouble?"

Shen Heqiu raised his face, his eyes were full of Ann.

He was afraid that this was just a dream, like a bubble, which would burst when poked lightly, and he also hoped that it was just a dream.

"I hit someone...a lot of blood...but, but I did it on purpose, I..."

Shen Heqiu anxiously explained that the panic and anxiety made him unable to organize his words well, the more he spoke, the more confused he became, and the circles of his eyes became red with anxiety.

Yi Cheng grabbed Shen Heqiu's hand that was about to clenched into a fist again, leaned over and pressed his forehead against him, and stopped Shen Heqiu's further panic: "I know. He Qiu was the one who hit on purpose."

Yi Cheng was really scared to see Shen Heqiu, and although he felt extremely displeased at mentioning Song Mingyuan,⒒ he took care of him and saw the emperor, he was fine, and did not suffer any serious injuries. "

Although now he should wish he was dead.

"Really?" Shen Heqiu blinked their eyes, there were tiny wet teardrops hanging on their eyelashes, they were pitiful and cute.

Yi Sheng looked at his slightly trembling eyelashes from a close distance, became more patient, and said slowly: "Really."

"I'll lie to you."

"I hit someone... Also, is it okay?"

Shen Heqiu raised his eyes to look at Yi Sheng, his cheeks were hot because of the fever and urgency, the tip of his nose was sweating, and the tip of his ears also showed a pink curve under the steaming heat, like a budding peach blossom in early spring.

Yi Sheng looked forward to seeing the anxiety and anticipation inside, and could not help but soften his heart: "It's okay."

"Song Mingyuan made the first move. He Qiu beat him right and well."

Shen Heqiu repeated with a dazed head: "Did you play well?"

Yi Sheng let go of Shen Heqiu's hand, and touched Shen Heqiu's left cheek, which had been swollen a lot, and the fingerprints on his neck that had gradually faded away, which made Shen Heqiu feel a little itchy.

"Well, good fight." Yi Sheng said, with tenderness and cruelty intertwined in his eyes, "You can fight harder."

In his eyes, Song Mingyuan's death was not a pity.

Yi Cheng grabbed Shen Heqiu's narrow waist, and dragged him to death

"The only thing you did wrong was hurt yourself."

"The next time you meet an M like this, don't worry about beating someone, ⑹ and remember to protect yourself first. If you hit me, call me like today."

"Understand?"

Shen Heqiu rested his forehead on Yi Sheng's shoulder.

The breath was bounced back by the man's embrace, his face was warm, and his heart seemed to be lit with a small fire, making it warm.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Yi Sheng reached out and patted his back lightly.

"Do you understand? He Qiu."

Shen Heqiu buried in Yi Cheng's arms, nodded hurriedly: "Listen, I understand..."

"So nice."

"Are you hungry? I'll send someone to bring over some food." Yi Sheng said.

Shen and Qiu were indeed hungry.

He slept last night until now, he didn't eat yesterday's dinner or today's breakfast, and being sick is the most exhausting passion, so he was so hungry that his stomach was empty.

He subconsciously touched his empty stomach, and nodded honestly.

Yi Sheng paused, met Shen Heqiu's amber eyes, and then thought of something, his deep black eyes widened, and his tone followed suit: "It's a pity that we can't eat small cakes and candies now, only porridge."

"If you want to eat, I will give it to you when you recover from illness."

Cake and sugar?

Shen and Qiu blinked in confusion at first, knowing why Yi Sheng said that, until the vague memory of the high fever surfaced inappropriately at this time.

He remembered the love affair he had with Yi Cheng who acted coquettishly and asked for candy and was coaxed...

Shen Heqiu's face turned "噗" red.

He was so ashamed that he wanted to burrow into the ground, but he had only a small quilt on his body.

So he simply deceived himself and tucked into the quilt, and pulled the quilt to his face, revealing only a pair of watery eyes.

Yi Cheng looked at this little ostrich who wanted to bury his head in the ground, and the intense and anxious gloom that had lingered in his heart completely dissipated.

Shen Heqiu will get better, and he will make him better.

If Shen Heqiu knew how to depend on him, he would teach him to depend little by little.

If Shen Heqiu was afraid of him, he would slowly let him get used to his existence.

He has enough patience and enough time, even if he fails, it doesn't matter.

He has already lost a lot, he doesn't care if he doesn't get it this time, who made him fall in love with it first?

He would wait, until the child came out of the shadows, until the child was spoiled by him lawlessly, and could nestle in his arms unscrupulously and act coquettishly.

Yi Sheng clenched his fist, and then slowly let it go.

The corners of his eyebrows and eyes raised again, he reached out and grabbed Shen Heqiu's quilt, and pulled the shy little ostrich out of the quilt: "Don't be stuffy, you still have a fever."

Shen Heqiu's face was flushed, and there was watery eyes in his eyes. After being fished out of the quilt, he lowered his head suddenly, only revealing some white and pink ear tips and neck dangling to attract people's attention, he was embarrassed to speak Say a word.

Seeing this, Yi Sheng knew that he was teasing people too much, so he held on to An Huang's heart unyieldingly, and even wanted to tease him again.

⑺In the end, he was still worried that Shen Heqiu was still ill, so he restrained himself and gave up as soon as he got better, and didn't continue to tease him any more, he just warned: "I will remember to eat, I will go somewhere to eat deer sole and Zhao Qian will come and accompany you. "

Now, he's going somewhere to filter and ask about mushrooms.

Yi Sheng paused for a moment, then said again: "In the evening—wait for me to pick you up."

The tone is gentle and the voice is soft.

Suburban shooting range.

Upon receiving the news that the cooperation between the Song Corporation and the Yi Family might be cancelled, Song Qingli, the CEO of the Song Corporation, immediately sat down and rushed all the way from the company in the city center.

The distance between the suburbs and the city center was nearly an hour, and Song Qingli was so anxious that he didn't even eat lunch, so he hurried here by car.

He was greeted by Wu Ming, the owner of the shooting range.

Song Qingli tugged at Wu Ming's arm out of breath: "Old Wu, did Mr. Yi tell you anything?"

The cooperation between the Song family and the Yi family was about to be officially finalized before, but at this juncture, Yi Sheng suddenly made such a move for him.

This project with Yi's family almost broke into his existing liquid funds.

If it doesn't work out, the money will become a bubble, and it will be impossible to get it back. When the capital chain breaks, the Song family will be hopeless!

Song Qingli felt uneasy, vaguely wondering if his worry-free son had done some "good thing" again, that's why Yi Sheng suddenly launched an attack at such a critical moment.

Even if it was earlier, he wouldn't lose everything!

Song Qingli remembered that the servant at home had reported to him the love affair that Song Mingyuan hadn't come home last night.

Originally, that brat had never been home all day, and it was nothing new if he didn't come home at night.

⒋Thinking about it again and again, but no matter what you think, how right you are.

Wu Ming was dragged by Song Qingli like a life-saving straw, impatient in his heart, but his face still hung on: "Old Song, I can't get in the way of M, Mr. Yi said that if you have any questions, you can ask them yourself."

Song Qingli was anxious in his heart: "Did that bastard in my family do something again? Old Wu, just let me know."

Wu Ming laughed, and kicked the ball back vaguely: "I'm the one who helped you, and Mr. Yi didn't let me ask."

He pulled out his arm and patted Song Qingli on the back: "Old Song, go quickly, don't keep Mr. Yi waiting."

"If you have any questions, just ask them face to face."

Yi Sheng was wearing a pure black slim-fit sportswear, holding a gun in both hands, aiming at the target in the distance relaxedly and comfortably. When shooting, the thin muscles of his arms were suddenly tense due to force, the lines were smooth and powerful, and he looked explosive full.

Song Qingli had just approached, and before he could speak, he was shocked by several consecutive gunshots, and his aura immediately let go, and he didn't dare to make a sound with his mouth open.

It was Wu Ming who came forward, smoothed things over, and flattered: "Boss Yi, your marksmanship is too accurate, ten rings with a spear."

Yi Sheng took off the earmuffs on his ears, glanced at Wu Ming, and smiled lightly: "Mr. Wu, what did you just say?"

He pointed to the earmuffs hanging around his neck after taking them off: "The earmuffs in the shooting range have a good sound insulation effect, and the quality is quite good."

Wu Ming's face was refuted, and C was so angry that he lowered his head and echoed again and again: "Yes, what Mr. Yi said is right. The shooting range, if it is to be opened, the quality of all kinds of items must be good. It's best, but if there is a safety accident, it will kill you."

"En." After Yi Sheng listened, he responded indifferently, with an obvious indifference.

Wu Ming failed to please him, and quickly withdrew voluntarily, leaving only Song Qingli he brought over.

Song Qingli was left out in the cold, and at this moment he finally recovered from the deafening gunshots, followed a few steps forward, and put on a smiling face: "Mr. Yi, what is the cooperation between Mr. Song and you—— —”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yi Sheng raising his hand: "Mr. Song, since everyone is here, let's play a game first."

Song Qingli was stunned for a moment, and then apologized with a shy old face: "Mr. Yi, I've lost my old bones. It's comparable to you young people. How can you play this?"

Yi Sheng played with the gun in his hand, raised his thin chin slightly, with a careless coldness: "I know how to play."

"Then let Young Master Song play with me."

Song Qingli followed Yi Sheng's gaze and saw Song Mingyuan being dragged from not far away, limp all over.

"Mingyuan!" Song Qingli looked ugly, angry and shocked on his face, and immediately went to check Song Mingyuan's situation, but the bodyguard who came to stop him.

Song Mingyuan's mental state looked like he had suffered some serious injury, and he was in a trance.

Only after Song Qingli called him out, he trembled like a frightened bird, and let out a terrifying "cough cough" sound from his throat, as if he had been greatly frightened after being tortured.

Song Qingli was frightened by his appearance, and the time dared to get closer, a little bit of resentment arose in his heart, this is his only son, but he was made into this appearance!

Yi Sheng signaled the bodyguard to let him go, his expression remained unchanged, but his voice was flat: "Mr. Song."

Song Qingli was startled, when he heard Yi Cheng calling him, he looked up subconsciously, met those deep black eyes, under the cold and oppressive eyes, shivered involuntarily, just rushed to The point of dissatisfaction in my heart will disappear, and I dare to raise half a C.

He almost forgot how terrifying and cold-blooded the young man in front of him was, so cold-blooded that he could even harm his own relatives without mercy.

"Yi, Mr. Yi..." Song Qingli looked horrified, and even spoke quickly.

"I heard that Young Master Song often comes here to play on weekdays." Yi Sheng turned the gun in his hand and asked the bodyguard to forcefully put on the shooting equipment for Song Mingyuan.

"Since Mr. Song knows how to play, let me open my eyes today to see whether Young Master Song's marksmanship is accurate or mine."

Yi Sheng raised the muzzle of his gun slightly, aimed at Song Mingyuan's head, and glanced at his cowardly, tearful expression with a half-smile.

"Mr. Song, what do you think?"

Song Qingli didn't answer, just watched the bodyguard forcefully lift Song Mingyuan from the ground, and heard Song Mingyuan scream in horror, the cry was miserable: "Dad—Dad—help me—help me!"

"I want to do this, I was wrong, Dad—" Song Mingyuan cried, his nose and tears covered his face.

Yi Sheng turned a blind eye to Song Mingyuan's tragic situation, his eyes were peaceful, his slender fingers were on the trigger, and he was about to press it down at any time.

Song Qingli stared at Yi Sheng's finger that was about to pull the trigger, his breathing was rapid and his eyes showed anxiety, and Song Mingyuan's cry for help made him even more breathless.

His Song family is the only seedling, so he has been pampered lawlessly since he was a child, and this time he finally kicked the iron plate.

Song Qing Li Mao happened to say that Song Mingyuan must have done some kind of bastard, he'd better hand him over to Yi Sheng directly, ⒏Xing Qiang let his heart down first.

He struggled back and forth in his heart, and finally when Yi Sheng was about to pull the trigger, he couldn't bear to shout: "Wait!"

Song Qingli seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, with a downcast expression: "Boss Yi... just replace me."

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