The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

Probably the light in the projection room was too soft, or Mr. Yi's embrace was too gentle.

Shen Heqiu looked up, he could hear his heart beating violently in his chest: "Sing, what are you singing?"

Yi Sheng lowered his head, and stretched out his hand to brush Shen Heqiu's disheveled forehead hair behind his ears, helping him to disperse the thin sweat from nervousness.

"Good night song." He said, "Can Jiujiu sing?"

Of course Shen Heqiu can sing.

This is the first ditty he sang most often, and it was also the first time he knew how to sing.

When he couldn't sleep or his wound hurt when he was a child, he would sing to himself and coax himself to sleep.

"I will." Shen Heqiu whispered, "But, but maybe I can't sing well."

There was an indelible shadow in my heart that I had been so sad before.

Before he could say anything, his eyes were dark and his forehead was slightly hot.

The man leaned down and dropped a kiss on his forehead, with heat and tenderness that could iron people's hearts.

"It will sound nice." Yi Sheng's voice was soft and gentle, "Don't be nervous."

Shen Heqiu touched the place where he was kissed in a daze: "This, is this also a good night kiss?"

He was referring to the time when Yi Sheng kissed him in the greenhouse.

Yi Cheng hugged him, and when he heard this sentence, the smile in his eyes deepened, and he coaxed: "Yes, goodnight kiss."

"I gave Jiujiu a good night kiss, can Jiujiu give me a good night song?"

The little nightingale, who knew nothing, was coaxed around and landed in the golden cage cast by the king for him. She chirped twice softly: "I'll sing for you, I'll sing for you!"

Shen Heqiu pinched their fingers nervously, opened their mouths a little bit at a loss, panting silently.

Yi Sheng noticed his small movements and slightly rapid breathing, and hooked Shen Heqiu's slightly cool fingertips into his palm with his fingers, and held them in protest.

Then he half leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, and added burden to Shen and Qiu with his gaze.

Shen Heqiu took a deep breath, turned on the air conditioner, and the cool air filled his lungs and nose.

He looked at Yi Cheng's closed eyes, the shadows cast by the eyelashes were dark and dark, covering a bit of tired blackness.

He wants to sing.

He wants to sing it to Mr. Yi now.

He wants Mr. Yi to sleep well.

Sitting in Yi Sheng's arms, Shen and Qiu spit out the first faint trill from their throats.

It was intermittent at first, and then gradually became smooth.

The soft southern ditties spread slowly in the closed screening room.

Shen Heqiu's voice is too └ phrasing, clear but soft, and the charm of the southern minor is smudged by his unique voice for a long and slow time.

People want to listen to it again and again, but are pulled into a dark and sweet sleep by this slow and soft tune.

The song was very long, and it was so long that after Shen and Qiu finished singing, their hearts were still beating, but they found that Mr. Yi had fallen asleep.

He blinked blankly, joy and excitement surged in his chest, and then he calmed down slowly.

He sang it.

Mr. Yi fell asleep too.

Shen Heqiu's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and the eyelashes are fluttering. Those light-colored amber eyes are like bright stars, burning quietly in the night.

He sang it.

Shen Heqiu pursed his lips and smiled dimples, enjoying himself for a moment, then suddenly remembered Mr. Yi who was asleep.

He carefully slipped out of Yi Cheng's arms, ran out quietly, took the blanket and came back.

Shen and Qiu lightly draped the blanket over Yi Sheng's body.

He couldn't carry Mr. Yi back to his room to sleep, and wanted to wake up Mr. Yi who had finally fallen asleep, so he had no choice but to do so.

Shen Heqiu helped Yi Sheng cover up with a blanket, and sat aside, laughing loudly.

He can sing.

so good.

Shen Heqiu sat on the sofa, shaking their legs secretly.

He was worried for a moment, and suddenly remembered what Yi Sheng called him just now.

"Chirp."

In the dim light, Shen Heqiu slowly blushed.

He covered his hot cheeks, and then touched the forehead that Yi Sheng had just kissed.

There was a sudden heat in his heart, and the tingling sensation like an electric shock engulfed him like a net.

The heartbeat that had finally calmed down began to speed up chaotically again.

Shen Heqiu pressed his chest, looking dazed.

When fans called him that, he obviously didn't have such a weird feeling.

Mr. Keyi called him that, and he seemed a little strange.

why?

Shen Heqiu thought in a daze, maybe it was because they were so happy to be able to sing.

He nestled on the sofa, didn't understand the problem, so he stuck to Yi Sheng's body, and fell into a deep sleep.

Yi Sheng slept until midnight.

When I woke up, I found a child who was sleeping soundly on my shoulder.

About halfway through sleeping they felt cold, Shen and Qiu had already snuggled into Yi Cheng's blanket, half of their bodies nestled in Yi Cheng's arms, sleeping sweetly and obediently with their eyes closed.

Yi Sheng hasn't had such a good sleep for a long time.

When he was not suffering from insomnia, he was very picky about his sleeping environment.

It needs to be dark, it needs to be quiet, the bed needs to be comfortable, and the mother has to sing him a lullaby.

Sleeping on the couch for hours is almost impossible.

Yi Sheng even felt what it was like to sleep with bones limp for the first time in a long time.

He touched Shen Heqiu's soft black hair.

His kid is really amazing.

He glanced at Shen Heqiu, who was still soundly asleep, and lightly picked him up.

Shen and Qiu can't be allowed to sleep here, it's fine if Wan catches a cold and has a high fever like last time.

Although Yi Cheng walked steadily while holding the person in his arms, Shen and Qiu Qianmian were slightly jolted and opened their eyes half asleep.

The voice muttered in a daze: "Mr. Yi..."

Yi Cheng put the person on the bed in Shen Heqiu's own bedroom, put his arms around him, and patted his back with the other hand to comfort him, coaxing him to sleep.

"Go to sleep." He whispered, with a slight soft breath in his voice.

Shen Heqiu was patted on the back by him and coaxed to sleep, and soon fell into a daze again. After being laid on the bed by Yi Cheng, he consciously wrapped the small quilt tightly, curled up into a ball and fell asleep again┤ァ

The mobile phone I was carrying suddenly rang, which was especially harsh in the quiet night.

Yi Sheng quickly turned his phone to silent, and glanced at Shen and Qiu on the bed.

The child was disturbed by the ringing, covered his ears in annoyance, and came out of the quilt like a ball.

Seeing that no one woke him up, Yi Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out the door lightly.

"Hello," Yi Sheng walked to the study and answered the phone, "What are you calling in the middle of the night?"

The caller was Lin Chengjun.

He didn't expect that when the phone was connected, Yi Sheng would just ask him a question, and it took him a long time to respond.

Lin Chengjun couldn't believe it: "Did you call you the first time I found out?"

Capitalists really have no heart!

Yi Cheng frowned: "Okay, keep your voice down."

It didn't take long for his brain, which had finally gotten enough rest, to wake up, when Lin Chengjun yelled and buzzed.

"What did you find?"

Lin Chengjun pursed his lips and gave in: "You came to ask me to help you get the video of your little sweetheart's concert."

Yi Sheng: "Yes, what's the matter?"

Lin Chengjun: "I just found out, too. There is a video of that scene in Binshi."

"That concert seemed to be more than just Sweetheart's solo performance. It seemed that there was also a special guest from the same company. It was probably arranged by Yihua Entertainment. They wanted this guest to interact with Sweetheart and stir up the popularity."

"The name seems to be... Lu Qiu?"

Yi Sheng stood in front of the French window of the study, frowning tightly: "Lu Qiu?"

He seems to have a little impression of the name.

Lin Chengjun said "ah": "I think I told you before, it's just that 'little Autumn'! I also paid attention to him because of his title."

When Yi Sheng's insomnia deteriorated rapidly, he fell asleep after listening to Shen Heqiu's concert.

This incident made Yi Sheng think that the problem could be solved just by listening to Tingge.

But after many attempts to rule it out later, it was found that only listening to Shen Heqiu's singing live was effective, and the audio was also effective, but it was far better than live.

Among those attempts, there was also the option of Lu Qiu.

Originally, the other party was just a little famous artist, but it was because he was called "Little Autumn" that he entered the screening range.

┒Yuan speaks Huai Sha Du Sole is completely better than ┥Oyster Decadent. Just a short piece of audio is enough to be excluded from the selection range.

Lin Chengjun glanced at the paper in his hand: "He and your sweetheart seem to have a competitive relationship, ┨ said that this person has a very good personality."

"But in the entertainment industry, who knows if you have a good personality. It is designated to be the face in front of the person and the face behind the person."

Yi Sheng: "Help me pay attention."

Lin Chengjun: "OK."

Lin Chengjun finished his business, and couldn't hold back his gossip: "You are not quite right today. You didn't say anything when I called in the middle of the night before."

"Why today..." He thought about his words, "Suddenly became normal."

Because of insomnia, Yi Sheng never cared about contacting others in the middle of the night, especially when there were important matters.

Yi Sheng sneered: "You mean I was normal before?"

Lin Chengjun shut up silently.

Yi Sheng leaned against the table, looking at the sporadic lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows: "Lin Chengjun, I have the energy to wake up."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Lin Chengjun was left alone on the phone in a daze.

Getting angry?

get up……?

Lin Chengjun stood up suddenly, Yi Sheng fell asleep?

Ever since Yi Sheng got that bullshit insomnia, he almost forgot Yi Sheng's bad temper when he woke up.

Yi Cheng glanced at the time, he was still a little sleepy, enough for him to sleep until tomorrow morning.

He put away his cell phone and circled around

The few thin books displayed on the bookshelf were shaking, and the books fell down. Fortunately, Yi Sheng stabilized the bookshelf in time, so that no more books fell to the ground.

Really sleepy.

Yi Cheng sighed, bent down and picked up the books on the floor.

He picked up the last book and glanced at it from the corner of his eye.

In the distance, a small box lay quietly, with the lid thrown off to the side.

Yi Sheng picked up the box.

The little black box was empty, save for a notch that looked like a place for a bracelet.

Yi Sheng stood holding the box for a while.

It was something his mother had left him, and the bracelet inside had always been on his wrist.

It's just that one day I gave it away.

He kept the box and kept it by his side. After all, it was one of the few things left by his mother.

Yi Sheng put the lid back on and put it back on the shelf.

It's been a long time, so long that he can remember exactly what the bracelet looks like.

I only vaguely remember giving it to a child who was kept in a dark place. He had a pair of beautiful eyes, and hiding in the shadows was as clear as stars falling from the sky.

The singing is also very nice.

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