The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

Lu Qiu was irritated by Zhao Qian's words, but when he thought that he was cornered now, he had no choice but to hold back his anger.

"...Sorry, I was impulsive." Lu Qiu gritted his teeth in an embarrassed tone.

Now that he has something to ask for, he has to soften his attitude and speak.

Zhao Qian sneered: "Tell me, aren't you going to tell me who is behind the scenes?"

Lu Qiu took two deep breaths, clenched his fists, and replied with a half-smile: "You may have seen him just now."

Zhao Qian raised his hand to stop Lu Qiu's words: "Don't talk about the tricky stuff, I don't want to hear it."

Lu Qiu was so choked that the veins on his forehead twitched, but he didn't dare to vent his anger, so he went straight to the topic: "It's Qu Ming."

Zhao Qian's casual expression changed: "Qu Ming?"

"Why did he go crazy to attack Shen and Qiu, and there is nothing wrong between them..."

and many more.

Zhao Qian suddenly thought that Shen Heqiu had cooperated with Qu Ming for quite a long time more than a year ago when their careers were on the rise.

During that time, he happened to be managing all kinds of resources for Shen Heqiu, and he was so busy that he didn't pay much attention to some details of Shen Heqiu's life.

Back then, because Shen Heqiu didn't want to expose his depression problem, he rarely let the artist assistant assigned to him intervene in his life.

Except when working, I will let the assistant follow, and the rest of the time, including soaking in the recording studio when writing songs and practicing songs, I don’t need an assistant.

If it happened during that time, it is not impossible.

Lu Qiu saw that Zhao Qian seemed to have thought of something, and quickly continued as if seeing hope: "I don't know the specifics, but Qu Ming once mentioned that he and Shen Heqiu were friends before, but it seemed that he didn't know why. It's broken."

"He's also been in frequent contact with Shen and Qiu recently, and he might want to do something." Lu Qiu told Qu Ming's affairs in a down-to-earth manner, including some not-so-sure news.

He was afraid that Zhao Qian would not believe his words, so he turned on his phone and showed Zhao Qian the saved WeChat chat records.

"This is our conversation about the concert before, I didn't lie to you."

Zhao Qian frowned, and swiped the screen for a few glances.

Qu Ming spoke very cautiously, but such ambiguous records are not proof that he participated in the drugging incident, but it was enough to see that the other party was indeed instigating Lu Qiu and had no good intentions.

Lu Qiu waited for Zhao Qian to finish looking through the records, and said beside him: "I know you are Shen Heqiu's manager, and you probably won't be willing to help me, so I told you this, and I didn't want you to help me."

Zhao Qian put Lu Qiu's phone back on the table: "Then what do you want from me?"

Lu Qiu's eyes were gloomy: "I want Qu Ming to pay the price too."

Why can Qu Ming still be his high-ranking music producer when he is down and down?

dream.

Since Qu Ming chose to tear himself apart with him, he would never take this responsibility alone.

Lu Qiu's expression was a bit sinister: "But I only have evidence such as chat records, which is not enough to expose him."

"Since you can find out the video of the previous concert, you can also find out what Qu Ming did."

"He should have done a lot of shameful things to Shen and Qiu, otherwise he wouldn't have broken up at the beginning, and the actions I would do to Shen and Qiu were all induced by him behind the scenes..."

He half-truthfully put eye drops on Qu Ming in front of Zhao Qian, trying to divert the opponent's gun against him because of Shen and Qiu, and instead deal with Qu Ming.

Zhao Qian looked at Lu Qiu with a half-smile, "You don't need to say these words to exonerate yourself."

"Of course I will investigate Qu Ming's affairs."

"But you know exactly who you are doing this for."

Zhao Qian looked at Lu Qiu's gradually stiff expression after his intentions were exposed, and said the last sentence: "Lu Qiu, you are to blame for your fate."

He stopped looking at Lu Qiu's face, copied the chat history, got up and left Zuizhulou.

After walking a certain distance, Zhao Qian took the mobile phone, thought for a moment, and chose to make a call.

About Shen and Qiu, it's better to tell that person, it would be more convenient if he came to investigate Quming.

The affairs at Aunt Liu's house have not been dealt with yet. Recently, Yi Sheng took Shen and Qiu out for dinner before going back.

Shen Heqiu quietly glanced at Yi Sheng.

Although Mr. Yi said he was not angry about the previous incident, Shen Heqiu couldn't help observing his expression.

However, the gaze he thought was very cautious was actually noticed by Yi Sheng a long time ago.

Yi Cheng looked at Shen and Qiu's small movements, and felt that the kid was like a kitten pretending to be innocent because he had done something wrong.

He didn't expose the kitten, and pretended not to notice, and indulged Shen Heqiu's peeping eyes, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching up, revealing a little smile.

Seeing that smile, Shen Heqiu breathed a sigh of relief, and then reacted slowly.

Did Mr. Yi notice that he was secretly looking at him!

A blush appeared on his fair face, and he disappeared as soon as he got home.

Yi Cheng knew that Shen Heqiu had thin skins, but he didn't expect that he was not cute, and the kid made himself blush instead.

She's really cute no matter what she does.

He smiled and shook his head, half helpless and half happy, raised his hand and loosened the tie around his neck, and took off his suit jacket.

The weather in midsummer is hot, and the shirt has already been slightly soaked with sweat, so I have to take a shower and change clothes.

Shen Heqiu ran back into the room and was shy for a while. He rubbed his hot cheeks, then suddenly stood up from the bed and ran to the recording studio.

He was so busy recording the program these days that he almost forgot the promise he had made to Mr. Yi.

Shen Heqiu took out the well-maintained violin from the well-placed violin case, and calibrated the pitch of the strings with a tuner.

He also wants to teach Mr. Yi how to play.

After Shen Heqiu finished tuning the strings, he took the violin and ran to Yi Sheng's bedroom door and knocked on the door.

He just knocked lightly with his hand, but he didn't use much strength, but the door was knocked open by him.

Shen Heqiu froze for a moment, probed in, and whispered, "Mr. Yi?"

There was no one in the bedroom, only the sound of water dripping from the bathroom.

He hesitated for a while, then went in, wanting to wait for Mr. Yi in the bedroom.

Otherwise, it would be bad for him to forget to teach the piano later.

"I, I'm coming in."

Shen and Qiu whispered to the empty bedroom.

He hugged the violin and sat by the bed like he did when he sang to Yi Sheng every night.

But today I was really tired, so I slowly dozed off and lay down beside the bed.

When Yi Sheng came out of the bathroom brushing his hair, he realized that there was a little nightingale secretly nesting in his bedroom.

Shen Heqiu was lying on the thin quilt he had spread on the bed, looking as if he had fallen asleep. The violin was carefully placed aside, at a distance, probably because he was afraid that he would crush it.

But when Yi Cheng got closer, the sleeping Shen Heqiu suddenly woke up, rubbing his eyes and straightening up.

"... Mr. Yi?"

Yi Sheng picked up the towel that was on his head, put it on the back of the chair, and walked over.

"Why did Jiujiu come here so early? It's still early and there's no need to sing."

Shen Heqiu covered their mouths and yawned twice, and after ignorantly slowing down for a while before waking up, they quickly picked up the violin that was placed beside them.

"It was agreed before, before that I want to teach Mr. Yi the violin."

Yi Cheng sat next to Shen Heqiu, also remembered this, and said with a smile, "Jiujiu wants to teach me?"

Shen Heqiu nodded and looked at Yi Sheng expectantly: "Is Mr. Yi busy now?"

Yi Sheng stretched out his finger and poked Shen Shen and Qiu on the forehead: "Why are you so busy?"

He chuckled lightly: "Teacher He Qiu's class is ranked first."

Everything else can fall back.

Shen Heqiu was poked, stupefied, looked up at Yi Cheng for a while, then stretched out his hand to cover his forehead that was poked.

There was a sweet feeling in my heart, as if I accidentally licked a toffee.

Shen Heqiu was dizzy from the sweetness of this feeling, blushed slightly, and said softly: "Then, let me demonstrate first, Mr. Yi, you have to watch carefully."

Yi Sheng had a smile on his lips, his brows and eyes were softened by the light: "Okay."

Because Yi Sheng learned a little bit when he was a child, he knew how to hold the bow and the neck of the piano, so Shen Heqiu started to demonstrate by pulling the strings.

Holding the bow in his right hand and the neck of the violin in his left hand, he rested the body of the violin on his shoulder, while resting his left cheek on the chin rest.

A simple gesture changed the soft aura on his body.

Shen Heqiu just stood there, as if standing on the stage of a concert hall, with a beautiful curve on the side of the neck exposed from the side of the head, and the skin was white, revealing the delicate texture of milk.

He lowered his eyes, put his bow on the strings, and played a short melody slowly.

It's the beginning of Chrysler's "Love's Sorrows".

Shen Heqiu played only a short section, then stopped: "When you pull the strings, you should do this, and if you press the strings, it should be like this..."

He showed Yi Sheng one by one, and after confirming that Yi Sheng understood, he asked Yi Sheng to try it out.

Yi Sheng has a solid foundation, and his standing posture and gestures of holding the piano are beyond Shen Heqiu's expected standards. When he looked over with his eyes narrowed, he was as handsome as a young but outstanding violinist.

But when he started to pull the strings, this illusion was suddenly dispelled.

Only then did Shen Heqiu realize that when Mr. Yi gave him the violin to use before, the words "I don't know how to violin, and it can only be used to 'saw wood' in my hands" were really not exaggerated.

Yi Sheng watched him wrinkle his nose in distress, his expression was lively and cute, and his heart itched slightly: "Teacher He Qiu."

Shen Heqiu was still immersed in the contemplation of how to teach Mr. Yi, subconsciously raised his head when he heard the sound, and said "huh?" in a daze.

Yi Sheng pretended to be disappointed: "Could it be that the teacher can't teach me?"

Shen Heqiu quickly shook his head: "Can, can teach!"

He thought for a while and said, "You pull the string, and I'll help you correct it, okay?"

Yi Sheng is as good as others: "Okay."

According to the little teacher's request, he set up the piano again, and put the bow on the strings.

Shen and Qiu approached. He stretched out his index finger and slowly guided Yi Sheng to push and pull the bow. In the end, he simply held Yi Sheng's fingers and adjusted his position on the strings himself.

"Press here, don't miss it." Shen Heqiu taught earnestly, looking at Yi Sheng, his eyes were full of light, bright and gorgeous.

Yi Cheng was moved by the brilliance in those eyes, and wanted to kiss those beautiful eyes.

He moved the finger held by Shen Heqiu, and his fingertips slid across Shen Heqiu's palm, itching so much that Shen Heqiu couldn't help but smile a little.

As a result, in those amber eyes, the rays of light rippled finely, lining up the crescent-shaped smiling eyes, so that Yi Sheng finally couldn't help but leaned down and kissed the crescent tail.

The ends of Shen Heqiu's eyes were itchy as if they were about to burn, that small area was tender and fleshy, and after being kissed by Yi Sheng for a while, it was stained red with rouge.

Shen Heqiu blankly pressed the corners of their eyes that had been kissed, their faces were unconsciously seductive: "Mr. Yi...?"

... Isn't he learning the violin? Why, how could Mr. Yi suddenly kiss him?

Yi Cheng smiled lowly, his heart was on fire for a long time, he was just about to speak to coax his innocent little nightingale, when the mobile phone on the table rang suddenly, breaking the charm of the room.

Yi Sheng frowned.

He rubbed Shen Heqiu's head, signaled that he was going to answer the phone, walked over to pick up the phone and glanced at the caller.

Zhao Qian?

He looked sideways at Shen and Qiu, and picked up the phone.

"Hello." When Yi Sheng spoke, the air pressure was slightly lower.

The author has something to say: Mr. Yi, who has no sense of musical art hhhh, only knows how to appreciate the songs of his own little nightingale

Starting today, I have to get up early again. It is really a life-and-death struggle to get out of the bed in winter orz