The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

Ever since he was able to sing, Yi Sheng could often hear Shen and Qiu humming softly at home.

It looks much more cheerful than the timid look before.

Will also make a request.

Just like now.

"Mr. Yi, can you, can you change the poetry reading to singing?" Shen Heqiu's voices are obedient and soft, and their voices are cute.

He was able to sing now, and he also knew that reciting poems would not be effective for Mr. Yi, so he thought about singing to Yi Sheng before going to bed, as written in the original contract, to help alleviate his insomnia.

This is one of the few things he can do for Mr. Yi.

Shen Heqiu doesn't know how to hide their emotions so well, so that Yi Cheng can rush through the house and feel uneasy.

Shen and Qiu Shao took the initiative to put forward their own requests, and even when the scrambled eggs with celery that he hated were made on the table, they would just silently move their chopsticks.

Aunt Liu asked why she didn't eat, and even took two bites in a panic.

This is a well-behaved and deeply rooted J born under long-term distortion and oppression.

So even if Yi Sheng wanted Shen and Qiu to be more self-willed, it would be difficult.

However, something has changed recently.

Yi Sheng stood in front of Shen Heqiu. He was stopped by a cute kid just after he got home. At this time, he was slowly unbuttoning his tie and suit, taking off his coat and hanging it aside.

The weather is getting hotter.

Shen Heqiu is afraid of the cold, and there is no air conditioner at home.

He looked at Yi Sheng's sweat-soaked shirt, and thought about stepping on his slippers, trying to run to turn on the central air conditioner at home.

But before he ran very far, Yi Sheng caught up with him in two steps.

The collar was lightly pulled, and Shen Heqiu was pulled back.

"What are you running to do?" Yi Cheng pulled Shen and Qiu back in front of him, fearing that this reckless child would accidentally drop him.

Running so fast in slippers.

"M, m air conditioner." Shen Heqiu was gently put back on the ground, turned his head to look at a bottle of aluminum in a little puzzled way, and said, "You, you have great strength."

He was a little curious to look at Eunuch's silly eyes, wondering why Mr. Yi was so strong.

Seeing him staring at his hand, Yi Sheng simply stretched it out and let him play with it casually: "What is the m air conditioner doing, do you think it's hot at home?"

Shen Heqiu held Yi Cheng's hand, and under Yi Cheng's deliberate connivance, he became more and more courageous when he was at home.

While flipping Yi Sheng's slender fingers, he replied subconsciously: "It's not hot."

"But Mr. Yi looks hot."

As soon as Shen Heqiu finished speaking, he found that his fingers were hooked in an anti-client manner.

He looked up.

Mr. Yi used the masonry vinegar pan that he couldn't understand when he played the piano before.

Yi Sheng put one free hand on the back of Shen Heqiu's neck, his fingers were hot from the scorching sun, and they stuck to Shen Heqiu's slightly cool skin, making him shiver unavoidably.

"you really……"

He looked at Shen and Qiu's pair of tenons that were as pure as glass beads and felt annoyed for the first time.

When he put Shen and Qiuguai to bed for the first time, what was he thinking? He thought it was best for children to know nothing?

"Let's grow up quickly, little friend." Yi Sheng let go of his hands and spoke in a low voice, so that Shen and Qiu couldn't hear clearly.

Who knows how long he can endure.

Yi Sheng quickly changed the subject: "I'm not hot, so I don't use the m air conditioner."

Shen Heqiu nodded half-understanding, but obediently did not run away.

When the air conditioner was gone, he brought up the purpose of running here in the first place: "Can I change it to singing at night?"

Shen and Qiu were particularly persistent in this matter, and Yi Cheng also noticed it.

But he didn't think much about it, thinking that Shen Heqiu might just be able to sing, so he wanted to sing more.

Little did he know that his little nightingale insisted on singing instead for his sleep.

Yi Sheng replied, "Okay."

"He Qiu sings if he likes it."

Said to change to singing, but tonight it will be changed to singing.

"Mr. Yi, what do you want to hear?" Shen Heqiu sat beside Yi Sheng's bed and asked seriously.

Summer is here.

Shen Heqiu's pajamas also changed into loose short-sleeved shorts, and the exposed arms and calves were white, like white tofu, no doubt tender and smooth.

He had just taken a bath, and the hot water made his cheeks flushed, and his cold white skin also turned pink, making him extraordinarily beautiful.

Yi Cheng looked at him, and M began to doubt whether he had dug a hole for himself again.

Shen and Qiu didn't know what Yi Cheng was thinking, and saw that Mr. Yi didn't answer his question, so they asked again in a good-tempered manner.

Finally got an answer this time.

"It's all fine." Yi Sheng came back to his senses, "How about singing He Qiu's favorite?"

Shen Heqiu was stunned: "My...favorite?"

Yi Sheng said softly: "Yes. Your favorite."

Shen Heqiu didn't think about such a problem. He wrote and sang too many songs. He liked many of them, but he didn't think about his favorite one.

There are many official statements, all of which were taught by Zhao Qian, answering the song he released, the first song he wrote, or the new song he wrote recently.

But Shen and Qiu knew that those were not.

He touched the silver bracelet on his wrist and said hesitantly, "Little Xingxing..."

Yi Sheng got an unexpected answer: "Little Xing Xing?"

He thought that Shen Heqiu would speak the songs he wrote himself.

Shen Heqiu let out an "ah", thinking that Yi Sheng didn't like it, and added a little awkwardly: "No, I don't like it, I'll change it..."

What might Yi Sheng not like?The only special exceptions to his mastery of these musical arts are Shen Heqiu.

Even if his little nightingale hummed casually, it was pleasant to him.

"No change." Yi Sheng put his right hand on Shen Heqiu's head and stroked it lightly, "Just sing this."

"How do you like this song?"

Shen Heqiu thought for a while, pinched the silver bracelet and said, "Someone sang to me before, before."

It should be on the way to the hospital. He was hugged by that person. The young man's thin and hot chest made him feel comfortable and at ease. The little star next to his ear was sung by that person as if it was better than anyone else's.

The distant memory blurred his impression of that person, only the unique tenderness in the song Little Star made him remember it now.

He wanted to sing this tenderness to Mr. Yi.

The chosen song was simple and brisk, and Shen and Qiu sang it cutely.

It is very suitable as a lullaby before going to bed, and it makes people feel at ease.

A good night's sleep.

Shen Heqiu helped Yi Sheng cover the quilt.

He walked out of the door lightly, and stayed outside the door for a moment. The dim light in the corridor made people yawn a little sleepily.

Shen Heqiu said softly, "Mr. Yi...good night."

The sound faded into the air.

The door slammed shut quietly.

After being able to sing in M, Shen and Qiu ran to the recording studio at home more diligently.

The jerky stumbling at the beginning became more proficient and smooth, and he gradually recovered to his proper level.

And the rehearsal period is getting closer.

Before the rehearsal, Yihua Entertainment notified Zhao Qian to bring Shen and Qiu to the company, almost blatantly wanting Shen and Qiu to come back to the company and work hard for Yihua to make money.

Shen Heqiu and Zhao Qian sat in the reception room, and someone would come over to discuss related matters later.

Zhao Qian sneered: "Excuse me for making money!

He turned his head and said to Shen Heqiu: "Don't worry about these things, just concentrate on singing your songs."

Shen Heqiu nodded obediently, and Zhao Qian rubbed his hair, which made Shen Heqiu dumbfounded.

Zhao Qian paused and said, "Do you want to terminate the contract?"

Shen Heqiu slightly widens the tenon Γ the umbrella ⒖ the tip is getting more and more palpitating and handsome

He hadn't considered this before, because when he was signed to Yihua Entertainment, the artist contract was handicapped.

Once he voluntarily terminates the contract before the ten-year period stated in the contract, he will bear sky-high liquidated damages.

Although he now has some savings due to the agreement with Mr. Yi, it is still not enough.

And Yihua Entertainment obviously won't let him go easily in a short time.

"What do you think I've been up to lately?" Zhao Qian looked at it with disdain.

"However, if you want to terminate the contract, you may have to wait until after this talent show. I still have something to deal with."

Zhao Qian looked at Shen Heqiu, who was still a little dazed, and felt complicated.

In fact, he has already started to deal with this matter, but he is only a broker, and he knows nothing about the legal issues of the contract.

In the end, it was Yi Sheng who sent someone to help him, and even found the next house after the contract was terminated.

When he said he wanted to check Yihua Entertainment, let's deal with it together by the way.

Zhao Qian, with an old father's heart, couldn't help but admire this pig that stole his cabbage.

That's right, a valuable treasure should be held by someone who can keep it.

People are always very positive about making money, Zhao Qian was called away after not long waiting in the reception room.

Shen Heqiu wanted to follow, but was stopped by Zhao Qian: "Just wait here for me."

Zhao Qian had been away for a long time, so long that Shen and Qiu almost finished their glass of water, and he still hadn't come back.

Shen Heqiu couldn't wait, stood up and left the reception room.

He didn't know where Zhao Qian went, so he walked where he could.

Passing by a glass door, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Shen and Qiu picked it up.

"Chirp, chirp." Yi Cheng's voice came out of the receiver, as if electrified, making Shen Heqiu's ears numb and hot all of a sudden.

Since he sang good night, Mr. Yi would call him "Jiujiu" from time to time.

When Yi Cheng said the same title, Shen and Qiu felt shy for some reason, and their ears turned red every time they heard it.

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Yi." Both Shen and Qiu's voices were trembling, and one could tell that he was so shy that he wanted to hide his face so that no one could see him.

Yi Cheng understood, and couldn't help laughing, J: "Aunt Liu said you went out today, where did you go?"

Shen Heqiu held the phone and replied in a low voice: "I, the company."

"Then I'll pick you up." Yi Sheng said, "Let's go home together."

As he spoke, he looked up at the gate of the hotel that was close at hand, and his smile grew stronger.

"OK?"

There was a thin blush on Shen Heqiu's cheeks, he pressed the phone against his hands, and the little dimples were drawn out by the corners of his raised lips: "...OK."

He hung up the phone carelessly, and just as he was about to walk in front of the glass door, he saw that door was pushed all of a sudden, almost hitting his forehead.

"Senior." Lu Qiu smiled brightly, and he said to Shen Heqiu, "Why did senior come to the company again today?"

"Are you here to borrow the recording studio?"

"Senior hasn't given up singing yet, I really envy you—"

His tongue was full of laughing malice.

"—so much free time to waste."

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