Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

After finishing speaking, Song Ran didn't explain much, and took Lin Feiyu to the Cuizhu ditch.

Along the way, there are dense green bamboos and cool breeze blowing.

The two walked for a while, and a Soviet-style courtyard with black tiles and white walls appeared in front of it, half hidden in the dense bamboo forest, which looked very elegant.

Song Ran walked to the ochre-red courtyard door, held the quaint brass knocker, and knocked lightly.

"Bang! Bang!" The ringing sound of the door knocker echoed in the bamboo forest, and no one answered the door for a long time.

After a while, there was a slight "squeak" sound from above, and the two looked up, only to see a small camera in the upper left corner of the gate turning around, the red light flashing, at the same time, the camera A voice came from the loudspeaker next to it: "Young man, you go back, sir, there are no strangers."

Song Ran was already prepared, and immediately pulled Lin Feiyu who was next to him to the front of the camera, and said with a smile, "Uncle Chen, let us meet Mr. Xue."

The speaker was silent for a while, and then there was a soft "squeak—" and the courtyard door opened. A fat old man with a kind face looked at Lin Feiyu in surprise, and said after a while: "Come with me."

Song Ran smiled and said, "Thank you Uncle Chen."

He dragged Lin Feiyu, who was full of doubts, and followed Uncle Chen into the living room. The living room was decorated in authentic Chinese style, with mahogany furniture and blue and white porcelain. Uncle Chen made them two cups of Biluochun, and then went to the back of the house.

Lin Feiyu took a sip of Biluochun: "Brother, this tea smells so good."

Song Ran also took a sip: "Uncle Xue is really a person who enjoys the top-notch Mingqian Biluochun."

"Uncle Xue?" Lin Feiyu hesitated, and asked softly, "Who is he?"

Song Ran said frankly: "He is the second largest shareholder of the Song Group, Xue Jianguo."

Lin Feiyu was surprised and said, "Brother, do you know the major shareholder of the Song Group? How did you know each other?"

"Uh, this..." I met in my previous life and took good care of me.

While the two were talking, there was only the crisp sound of crutches "Du, Du, Du". Uncle Chen helped an old man and walked into the living room slowly.

The old man was about seventy years old, with a full head of silver hair without a single black one. He was wearing a moon-white Tang suit.

Song Ran stared at the old man in a daze, only feeling a faint heat in his eyes. He barely suppressed the excitement in his chest, stood up and respectfully said, "Uncle Xue...Mr. Xue."

Xue Jianguo glanced at Song Ran lightly, then turned his gaze to Lin Feiyu.

He was very self-restraining, but his pupils constricted slightly for a moment, and his expression didn't change much, and then he swept Lin Feiyu from head to toe very slowly with a falcon-like scrutiny: "Son, what's your name? "

Lin Feiyu was obviously very puzzled, and couldn't help but glance at Song Ran. Song Ran nodded slightly, and Lin Feiyu said obediently: "Uncle Xue, my name is Lin Feiyu."

"My surname is Lin." Xue Jianguo murmured, seemingly disappointed.

He was silent for a while, then turned his gaze to Song Ran: "You are that... Song Xiaoran, right? You have been here twice before, and I asked Uncle Chen to send you away. This time you brought this child to see me again. What the hell do you mean?"

Lin Feiyu also looked at Song Ran suspiciously.

Song Ran didn't explain, but said softly to Xue Jianguo: "Mr. Xue, let's talk alone."

Xue Jianguo stared at Song Ran for a while, nodded and said, "Yes."

The two went to the study at the back of the yard together. The study was built next to a large bamboo forest, and the bamboo shadows were whirling outside the window, and the breeze was blowing.

Xue Jianguo said indifferently: "There is no one else here, so just speak up if you have something to say. Who is that Lin Feiyu? Why is he so similar to Xiaoran?"

Song Ran carefully considered his words, and said after a long while: "He is Mr. Song's...brother."

"Brother? Why didn't I know Xiaoran had a younger brother?" Xue Jianguo narrowed his eyes, then sneered, "Xiaoran used to have a younger brother, but that white-eyed wolf made him miserable!"

"Don't worry, sit down and talk." Seeing that he suddenly became agitated, Song Ran hurried forward to help him sit down. Xue Jianguo has a bad heart, and the doctor said that he should not be overjoyed.

Xue Jianguo snorted coldly, and shook off Song Ran's arm, obviously not appreciative.

As expected, Uncle Xue is still so stubborn, still misses himself so much, and still hates Song Qingshuang so much... Song Ran sighed, and said softly: "Mr. Xue, Mr. Song respects your old Changbai Mountain ginseng. Do you take it every day?"

Xue Jianguo was slightly taken aback: "How do you know that Song Ran gave me old mountain ginseng?"

Song Ran had made up the story a long time ago, so he coaxed the old man half-truthfully: "You know, my name is Song Xiaoran. This name is very similar to Mr. Song. Once I misread the name card and sat in his place. , He is the president of the group, I am just a small employee, I was extremely embarrassed at the time, but fortunately Mr. Song helped me out, and then we became friends."

Xue Jianguo nodded and said, "Xiao Ran has always been magnanimous, this seems like what he did."

Song Ran continued to make up the story: "Mr. Song often mentioned you to me, saying that you are his good teacher and helpful friend, and that you have a bad heart, so he asked someone to find the best old Changbai Mountain ginseng and honor it to you."

Xue Jianguo frowned slightly, with a dubious expression: "But, why haven't I heard him mention you?"

"Uh, I'm just a small person, Mr. Song may think that there is nothing to talk about, but he often tells me about him..."

Song Ran racked his brains and told a few things about when he was the president. Xue Jianguo knew all those things. After listening to them, Xue Jianguo finally believed most of them. Is it Song Ran's younger brother? Have you done a DNA test?"

Song Ran said vaguely: "How should I put it, Mr. Da Song once went to the urban-rural fringe area to inspect the real estate planning, and happened to see a dirty child who looked very similar to him when he was young. Mr. Song has always been thinking about that child, thinking that The two are very destined, and they talked about it to me a few times. It's a pity that he got into a car accident before he had time to look for the child. "

Xue Jianguo remained silent.

Song Ran sighed softly: "After Mr. Song's accident, I was hit hard, and I became addicted to alcohol, and it took me a long time to recover. Later, I thought I should do something, so I found the child, his family situation ...Not too good, I have been taking care of him all these years, and brought him on the right track, which is considered to have fulfilled Mr. Song's wish."

Song Ran made up the story without changing his face. In short, it is enough to push it to the vegetative person. The logic of the whole story is very smooth. Song Ran met Lin Feiyu by chance and felt that it was very destined. He mentioned it to Song Xiaoran again. Later, Song Ran had an accident. , Song Xiaoran managed to find Lin Feiyu, and took care of him until adulthood according to Song Ran's wish.

It is half true and half false, with almost no flaws.

"So that's the case." Xue Jianguo nodded slowly, and then asked in confusion, "Then why did you bring that child to me?"

Song Ran explained: "The kid is only 17 years old. He is studying and filming at the same time. He is very sensible and hardworking. I am his manager now. We are all under Yunzhong Media..."

Before he finished speaking, Xue Jianguo had already reacted: "Song Qingshuang wants to acquire Yunzhong Media. That kid looks like Xiao Ran. Are you afraid that Song Qingshuang will embarrass him?"

Yes, yes, Uncle Xue, you are simply too wise!

Song Ran nodded quickly: "Exactly."

Xue Jianguo raised his eyebrows and said: "So, you want me to protect him? Do you think I, a bad old man, can do this? Song Qingshuang is now in power, covering the sky with one hand."

Song Ran knew that Xue Jianguo was very shrewd, and his only problem was that he liked to listen to good things, so he quickly flattered him: "Although Song Qingshuang has great power, he is still too tender compared to your old man. If you can't even protect Lin Feiyu, then no one will protect you." Can protect him."

Xue Jianguo slightly raised the corners of his lips, obviously very useful, and couldn't help sighing: "Your mouth is as sweet as Xiaoran, but it's a pity that Xiaoran..."

He sighed, looking a little sad.

Song Ran also felt uncomfortable for a while. He even had an urge to tell Xue Jianguo the truth directly, but the current situation is really hard to explain. Xue Jianguo is an old-school intellectual who never believes in these strange things, and the old man The heart is not good, I'm afraid I can't stand the stimulation.

Song Ran thought for a while, and comforted softly: "Mr. Xue, I visited Mr. Song in the hospital last time. He is in good condition, as if he fell asleep. Maybe he will wake up in a few days." Maybe one day when I open my eyes, I will put it back on?

Xue Jianguo murmured: "I hope so."

The two chatted for a while, and the old and the young hit it off very well. Xue Jianguo obviously liked Song Ran very much, but his face was still calm. When the two walked out of the study, it was already dark.

Lin Feiyu got impatient for a long time, and hurriedly stood up: "Brother!"

Song Ran patted his head reassuringly: "I chatted with Mr. Xue for a while, but I didn't expect the time to pass so quickly, and it was already dark."

Uncle Chen rubbed his hands: "Sir, do you want to stay overnight?"

Xue Jianguo glanced at Song Ran, then at Lin Feiyu, and said calmly, "It's so late, let's clean up the two guest rooms for them."

"Don't bother." Song Ran shook his head. After all, it took more than an hour to drive back. Xue Jianguo didn't sleep well, and he always liked to be clean, so he didn't bother the old man.

Lin Feiyu blinked, and immediately echoed: "Yes, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, my brother and I only stay for one night, just tidy up a guest room."

"..." Song Ran didn't know what to say, the little bastard pretended to be smart and completely misunderstood what he meant!

Xue Jianguo nodded and said, "He is a sensible child. Uncle Chen, you can just clean up a guest room for them, and the one next to the bamboo forest is clean."

In the dead of night, the guest room next to the bamboo forest is really very clean, only the faint rustling of the bamboo forest can be heard, which makes people feel refreshed.

Before going to sleep, Lin Feiyu sat on the bed and looked at Song Ran eagerly: "Brother."

Song Ran naturally understood what he was expecting, so he asked Uncle Chen for a cup of hot milk, added three tablespoons of white sugar, and brought it to Lin Feiyu: "Drink it and go to sleep."

Holding the cup of hot sweet milk, Lin Feiyu sipped it in small sips, his amber almond eyes narrowed slightly, looking very enjoying it, like a kitten.

Song Ran couldn't help laughing: "Is it that delicious?"

"Yeah." Lin Feiyu nodded, "My brother's milk is the best, much better than my own."

Both are hot milk and white sugar, is there any difference?Song Ran felt that Lin Feiyu was purely psychological, but as a housework idiot, he felt very comfortable being praised occasionally, so he smiled and said, "Okay, drink it quickly."

After Lin Feiyu finished drinking the milk, he retracted into the quilt, looking at Song Ran with his amber almond eyes, as if waiting for something.

Song Ran knew what he was waiting for, and was speechless for a while, so she had to lie down next to the child, and sure enough, one hand gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Xiao Yu, how old are you? As for?" Song Ran couldn't help sighing, it's fine if you are thirteen or fourteen years old, and you are seventeen, is it reasonable?Ah, is it plausible?

Lin Feiyu whispered: "I always dream that that night, my mother wanted to...sell me."

Thinking of Lin Feiyu's miserable childhood, Song Ran suddenly fell silent, letting the other party grab his clothes and automatically act as a plush toy to soothe his sleep.

Song Ran was also tired today, and soon fell asleep, her breathing gradually became even.

Listening to the sound of even breathing, Lin Feiyu tugged at the corner of the soft pajamas, thinking about the day's affairs silently for a while, but he didn't hear the conversation between Song Ran and Xue Jianguo, so naturally he couldn't figure out any results.

I don't know how long it took, but the young man's thoughts slowly drifted aside. Today in the car, his brother said that he had kissed and had sex... Thinking of this, Lin Feiyu felt an indescribable oppression in his chest, and tugged on the hem of his clothes His fingers tightened slowly.

Brother and others... did that kind of thing.

He tried to imagine how Song Ran was physically entangled with another person. In just a moment, he felt the blood all over his body rushed to his forehead, and his eardrums even had a buzzing feeling. He couldn't continue to imagine .

He tossed and turned for a long time, and didn't fall asleep until two or three o'clock in the morning.

"Brother, have you ever kissed?" I stared at the pale lips and asked involuntarily.

Elder brother supported the steering wheel, looked at himself thoughtfully, and suddenly smiled softly: "Why, Xiao Yu wants to try?"

"Brother?" My throat couldn't help rolling, my brother's smile seemed a little different from before, there was an indescribable feeling, like some kind of thick and sweet honey, making my mouth dry.

The elder brother just looked at himself with a smile, then stretched out his long and slender fingers, and very slowly loosened the collar of the shirt by two points: "Actually, besides kissing, we can try other things."