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

In the center of Jiangcheng City, a five-star hotel with a high-end suite on the top floor.

Song Qingshuang leaned against the bed, staring at the thick stack of books on the bedside table.

It was a messy stack of books, including world famous works such as "War and Peace" and "Crime and Punishment", as well as martial arts novels by Jin Yong and Gu Long such as "The Deer and Ding Tale", "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword", and popular Japanese comics .

"Mr. Song, what are you thinking about?" Wu Minghao asked, lying on Song Qingshuang's lap, pouted.

Wu Minghao is a draft pick. He is slender and light, and his appearance is fairly handsome, but his temperament is a bit charming, and he looks rather vulgar.

Song Qingshuang looked at him with a little disgust in his heart, but his expression was still calm, and he didn't show his disgust clearly on his face. He had received a good education since he was a child, and his education in this area was very good. Reveal too much emotion to outsiders.

In other words, all the most intense and sharp emotions in his life, those hot hatred, boiling anger, and bloody killing intent, have all been unreservedly vented to one person, but that person has already fallen asleep.

Maybe never wake up.

And he will never know about his secret and youthful love, his unspeakable desire...

Song Qingshuang closed her eyes and said calmly, "Don't lie on my lap."

Wu Minghao pursed his lips. Even though he was full of reluctance in his heart, he had no choice but to get up. He observed Song Qingshuang's expression and said coquettishly, "Mr. Song, Director Cui's new movie "Sword in the Snow", he He clearly said that he would consider me, but there was no news after that... Can you ask for me? Please, okay?"

Song Qingshuang felt bored for a while, and didn't even bother to open her eyes.

Wu Minghao rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of something, he quietly climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

There was the sound of "squeaking" water in the bathroom. After a while, Song Qingshuang heard a slight sound of footsteps, as if someone came to the bed with bare feet on a thick carpet, and then a deep voice rang in his ear: "Qing Shuang, why are you still sleeping?"

Song Qingshuang was slightly startled, and suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a pair of amber eyes, looking at him with a smile, the slightly raised lips, the perfect jaw line... and the Italian MH camel nightgown, the man's favorite brand.

At this moment, Song Qingshuang almost felt as if he had gone back to the distant past, and nothing had happened. The two of them had no quarrels, he hadn't done any wrong things, and his elder brother hadn't been awake.

But it’s not right, it’s still not right, the shape of the eyes is wrong, the elder brother’s eyes are beautiful almond-shaped, the tails of the eyes are slightly upturned, and the color of the eyeballs is very transparent, like translucent crystal amber, while the eyes of the person in front of him are far from that Beautiful, but the color of the eyeballs is also very rigid and lifeless.

The lips are not right, although the shape of the lips is very similar, but the lips of the elder brother are always a little dry, but the color is very beautiful, like rose petals that lack water, making me want to use my lips and tongue to moisten it little by little, not like the person in front of me. Greasy feeling.

Being stared at by Song Qingshuang intently, Wu Minghao couldn't help feeling a little proud and excited, and quickly flattered him: "Mr. Song, these are my new contact lenses, and I even put on nude lipstick... Do you look more like that person?" ?”

Song Qingshuang came back to his senses, and nodded lightly: "Well, you have a heart."

Wu Minghao said a few more words of flattery before he said cautiously: "What about the character in "Sword in the Snow"? I heard that Director Cui organized a dinner tonight just for this new movie. He seems to be looking for a 17-year-old girl My boy played that role. But my team has let it out, and the fans all think that I want to play that role... If someone else took it away, it would be a shame."

Song Qingshuang glanced at the carefully decorated face, rubbed her temples, and called the secretary: "Secretary Yang, Cui Xue has a dinner tonight, please help me arrange it."

"Mr. Song, you are so kind to me." Wu Minghao's face showed joy, and he couldn't help but sat beside Song Qingshuang.

Seeing that Song Qingshuang didn't respond, he hesitated for a moment, stretched out a hand tentatively, and caressed the snow-white face of the other party ambiguously. Song Qingshuang's complexion was extremely white, and he was serious. He looked very cold on the outside, but his body was very strong and strong. Wu Minghao felt itchy when he looked at it.

Wu Minghao hadn't touched a man for a long time since he followed Song Qingshuang. At this moment, he couldn't help swallowing, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Song, let me serve you."

Song Qingshuang closed her eyes to rest and ignored him.

"I can lie on my stomach, you won't see my face, I... I can still call like that." Wu Minghao paused, deliberately lowered his voice, trying to imitate the deep and moving voice of "that person", and added a trace Unspeakable charm, "Qingshuang, help me, I'm really uncomfortable."

Song Qingshuang didn't open her eyes, but her chest obviously heaved twice, and even her breathing became a little heavy.

Wu Minghao secretly rejoiced, it seems that he is still very charming, but with a slight tease, Xiao Song, who has always been indifferent, is emotional, what is "that person", as long as Xiao Song has sex with him, tasted If you have your own taste, you will definitely fall in love with yourself and leave "that person" behind.

While secretly delighted, he strikes while the iron is hot, and boldly touches down with his hand, but Song Qingshuang grabs it.

Song Qingshuang said coldly: "It's still the same as before."

"Still reading? What's so good about those books..." Wu Minghao was extremely disappointed, but he didn't dare to say anything. He could only lean on the bedside and pick up a book randomly as usual.

Song Qingshuang was silent for a while, and slowly rested her head on Wu Minghao's lap, staring at the face above him in rapt attention.

From this angle, you can only see the man's jaw and lips. Wu Minghao doesn't really look like that person, only these two parts are very similar, especially from this angle, Song Qingshuang almost has the illusion of going back to the past.

Many years ago, when I was very young, sometimes my parents were not at home, and I didn’t dare to sleep alone at night, so I would sneak into my elder brother’s bedroom, lay on my elder brother’s bed, rest on my elder brother’s leg, and silently watch my elder brother read a book .

At that time, there was the rustling sound of flipping books above my head, and the lamp by the bed gave off a warm light. The warm yellow light reflected the beautifully lined chin, and the thin lips with a smile... everything , all very peaceful, very happy.

There is only one shortcoming, that is, the eldest brother reads the book very seriously, it seems that all the attention is absorbed by the book, and he completely forgets that there is someone on his lap.

Song Qingshuang was a little dissatisfied, and reached out to grab the book: "Brother, what are you reading?"

Wu Minghao was trying to imitate the appearance of "that person" according to the video data Song Qingshuang had given him before, pretending to be reading the boring "Crime and Punishment", but before he read a few words, the book in his hand was slammed Pulled down hard.

He blinked his eyes and said softly, "Xiao Song, what's the matter? Do you want to..."

Song Qingshuang looked at the thick "Crime and Punishment" in her hand, and was taken aback for a moment, and then heard Wu Minghao's delicate voice. At this moment, Song Qingshuang almost felt as if her foot was on the ground, as if some kind of dream was shattered , his snow-white face quickly darkened: "Okay, you can go out."

……

"Really, Cui Xue, why did she suddenly think of a dinner party and didn't say anything in advance?" Song Ran muttered a few words, and couldn't help but said to Lin Feiyu, "Xiao Yu, are you nervous about homework at school? You are about to take the college entrance examination , if homework is tight, I'll call him back and forget it."

Lin Feiyu shook his head: "It's okay, the math class this morning is to comment on the mock test papers, and the Chinese class in the afternoon should be about reading comprehension. I got full marks in the math mock test, and the Chinese reading comprehension is also good, so there is no delay. "

Song Ran glanced at him: "Hey, you're quite confident."

Lin Feiyu smiled and said: "Mathematics in high school is relatively simple. As for Chinese reading comprehension, I have read a lot of books, so I don't need to cram. Chinese mainly depends on my usual accumulation. Brother should know."

The speaker had no intention of listening to the listener, Song Ran blinked her eyes, feeling guilty all of a sudden.

He is actually very smart, but he was used to being wild when he was in the orphanage. Later, when he came to the Song family, he couldn't concentrate on studying. Math, physics and chemistry were okay, but his Chinese was a mess. Aunt Bai bought him many world famous books. He improved his language sense, but he didn't read it at all. He only liked to read martial arts novels, Japanese comics and other casual books.

At that time, Song Qingshuang was still a little Douding, not much more courageous than Douding. Every time when Uncle Song and Aunt Bai were on a business trip, Song Qingshuang would not dare to sleep alone, so she would sneak into her bedroom and sleep on her lap .

Song Ran was already twelve or thirteen years old at that time, and he didn't go to bed as early as eight or nine-year-old children, so while reading idle books, he gently patted Song Qingshuang's back to coax the children to sleep.

But there is a problem. Aunt Bai has always disliked Song Ran and Song Qingshuang reading idle books. Song Ran was afraid that Song Qingshuang would leak her words, so she thought of a trick - to read the idle books in the famous books.

As a result, one time, Song Qingshuang suddenly tore off the "Crime and Punishment" in his hand, revealing the "Deer and Ding Tale" inside, causing Song Ran to reveal his secrets on the spot, and the scene was once very embarrassing.

At that time, Song Ran was so annoyed and guilty, he could only grab "The Deer and Ding Tale", and shouted sternly: "What are you doing? You rebelled!"

The young Song Qingshuang blinked and asked curiously, "What is 'Spicy Mom'?"

"Spicy mother" is the catchphrase of Wei Xiaobao, the protagonist of The Deer and Ding Ji. It is a swear word in Yangzhou dialect. Song Ran can't explain it to the children, so he can only turn off the lamp with a "snap": "Sleep!"

Song Qingshuang persisted: "What is 'Spicy Mom'?"

Song Ran made nonsense: "That's... the mother who makes spicy noodles! Do you know spicy noodles? The same is true for spicy noodles. Those who make spicy noodles are called spicy noodles mothers, and those who make spicy noodles are called spicy noodles mothers."

"Is there a spicy papa? Is there a spicy papa?" Song Qingshuang asked.

"..." Song Ran simply covered his head with a quilt, ignoring the opponent kicking his short legs and struggling.

Song Ran shook his head, put away those distant past events, and said to Lin Feiyu seriously: "In short, besides filming, study is also very important. Don't delay your study because of filming, understand?"

Lin Feiyu nodded obediently: "Don't worry, brother, I understand."

"There may be other investors at the dinner tonight. If you want to drink, just say that you are still young and only drink juice."

"Oh, I see."

Cui Xue's dinner was set at a very high-end private kitchen, located deep in an alley in the bustling city center of Jiangcheng, in a prime location, quiet amidst the hustle and bustle.

Song Ran led Lin Feiyu all the way into the box. There were already a dozen people sitting in the box. Besides Cui Xue, there were also Liu Qian, Fatty Chen, several bosses, and the little stars and models brought by the bosses.

"Director Cui, President Liu, Brother Chen." Song Ran took Lin Feiyu and greeted a few people he knew.

"Xiao Song, Xiao Yu, sit down quickly." Cui Xue warmly greeted the two to sit down.

Liu Qian happened to be sitting across from the two of them. He looked at Lin Feiyu, was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but look at Song Ran again, with a very strange look on his face.

Song Ran was baffled by him, and then his heart lit up, and he suddenly understood.

Liu Qian has been busy soliciting investments for the past two years, and has not seen Lin Feiyu much. In the past two years, Lin Feiyu has grown taller, from a thin child to a tall and handsome boy, more and more like himself back then, and Liu Qian, as his former cronies and friends, naturally recognized it at this moment.

Plus that explosive and vulgar gossip - "Song Xiaoran fell in love with Mr. Song bitterly, and sneaked into the office to steal his pajamas"... Okay, Song Ran already knows what he is now in Liu Qian's mind, isn't it just a substitute? Infatuated licking the dog.

I lick myself...forget it, it doesn't matter.

A fat boss smiled and said, "Mr. Liu, I heard that the acquisition of Song Group and Yunzhong Media has been put on the agenda?"

Liu Qian came back to his senses, nodded and said: "The details are still being discussed."

The fat boss sighed: "President Xiao Song is actually a seed of infatuation. For a starlet, it took so much trouble... However, I never thought that you, President Liu, would be willing to sell Yunzhong Media."

Liu Qian said lightly: "There's nothing you want or not, as long as you can make the movie well, it's worth it."

Song Ran secretly said in his heart, Liu Qian is still the same, although he looks cynical, but deep down he loves movies very much, even in order to get more and better resources, he is willing to let the Song Group become the master of Yunzhong Media. Qian and Song Qingshuang have never dealt with each other very much, especially after they became vegetative, the relationship between the two became even worse.

"However, I heard that after the acquisition, Mr. Liu, you still have the right to make decisions."

"Well, after the acquisition, I will still be the CEO, and the executive level will not change. The Song Group has already agreed."

"That's true. The Song Group is engaged in real estate and finance. Mr. Song has no experience in entertainment media. It's better to leave this to Mr. Liu."

Hearing them talking about the Song Group, Cui Xue pulled her lips in embarrassment: "Ahem, actually, tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly dinged. Cui Xue looked down at the mobile phone, stood up hastily, and greeted him outside the box.

"Director Cui went out to pick up someone? Who has such a big face?" Song Ran was a little curious. Cui Xue is a big director, and ordinary small investors have to support him. Who came here today, and let him greet him in person?

Lin Feiyu said softly: "It is estimated that some big investor is here."

While the two were talking, Cui Xue had brought someone back to the box, coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Xiao Song is here."