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

"Mr. Song, this way." Cui Xue said as she led the two of them into the box.

The young man in front is about 24 to [-] years old, tall and slender, with dark eyebrows, extremely fair complexion, and a very cold expression, looking extremely difficult to please. He is the current president of the Song Group, Song Qingshuang.

There was a buzz in Song Ran's mind, and it was almost blank. He stared at the very familiar and strange young man, subconsciously grabbed Lin Feiyu's hand, and hid in the corner.

The crowd rushed up.

Several bosses surrounded Song Qingshuang with smiles all over their faces: "Mr. Song, why are you here?"

"Oh, you are a rare visitor!"

"Yes, yes!"

Some people couldn't squeeze in, so they flattered Wu Minghao: "Hey, isn't this the big star Wu?"

"It's so handsome, it's really worth seeing once."

"Where is it?" Wu Minghao smiled until his eyes narrowed, obviously very useful.

Song Qingshuang's expression was very cold, and the handshake was only an empty one, but he was the boss of the Song Group after all, no matter how cold he was, the boss and the little stars would all scramble to get close, only Liu Qian sat at the table with a calm expression drink tea.

At this time, Song Ran finally came back to his senses. Looking at Song Qingshuang surrounded by a crowd of people, he simply pulled Lin Feiyu, trying to sneak out while taking advantage of the chaos.

At this time, Cui Xue saw Song Ran and Lin Feiyu behind the crowd. The great director liked these two young people very much. Seeing that they were pushed outside, she immediately pulled them over enthusiastically: "Little President Song , This is Song Xiaoran from Yunzhong Media, and this is Lin Feiyu, the actor he brought in. Although Xiaolin is young, his acting skills are good, and this time he might win the Silver Award for Best Supporting Actor."

"Hmm." Song Qingshuang casually raised her eyelids, and then her whole body froze as if struck by lightning.

He stared at Lin Feiyu, his lips even trembling slightly involuntarily: "...Brother?"

The familiar "big brother" made Song Ran's mind blank for a moment, as if he had returned to the time when the two hadn't fallen out many years ago, but he quickly realized that Song Qingshuang's "big brother" was not calling himself, but It was Lin Feiyu beside him.

Song Qingshuang recognized the wrong person.

"What did you say?" Lin Feiyu looked at Song Qingshuang, frowning slightly, looking a little confused.

Everyone noticed that something was wrong and gradually calmed down. Wu Minghao looked at Lin Feiyu's face and bit his lower lip lightly.

There was silence in the box.

Song Ran involuntarily clenched Lin Feiyu's hand. The little white-eyed wolf is calling the wind and rain, but he will definitely protect his own children and never let the little white-eyed wolf embarrass him.

Maybe it was because he was holding it too hard, or maybe it was because a thin layer of sweat broke out from his palm, Lin Feiyu turned his head slightly, and whispered: "Brother, why are you so nervous?"

At this time, Song Qingshuang finally came back to his senses gradually. He followed Lin Feiyu's gaze to Song Ran, and then narrowed his eyes in doubt: "You...have we met?"

"..." Song Ran was tongue-tied, and she couldn't help crying in her heart.

I've seen it, of course I've seen it!When Song Xiaoran sneaked into the office to steal pajamas, wasn't Song Qingshuang grabbing him by the collar, kicking, beating and cursing angrily, dragging him out like a dead dog all the way?

Although Song Qingshuang was mostly concerned about the confidential documents in the office, rather than her torn pajamas, but Song Xiaoran's identity as a "perverted dog licker" must not be able to escape.

Song Ran can only silently pray that the nobleman Song Qingshuang will forget things more, don't think about it, he just said a few words of Amitabha Buddha in his heart, Song Qingshuang already gave a soft "ah", and then said firmly: "It's you."

It's not me, it's Song Xiaoran, thank you.

Song Qingshuang narrowed her eyes, her eyes flicked back and forth several times between Song Ran and Lin Feiyu, then her pupils slowly narrowed, and she gritted her teeth and said, "You...you are so nasty."

Song Ran didn't react for a while, but Liu Qian on the opposite side had an indescribable expression on his face, as if he saw some bloody scene, Song Ran suddenly understood that Song Qingshuang's thoughts were exactly the same as Liu Qian's. substitute.

Gan.

Lin Feiyu frowned, turned his body to protect Song Ran, stared straight at Song Qingshuang with a pair of beautiful amber almond eyes, and said in a chilly voice, "Take back what you just said."

Song Qingshuang stared at Lin Feiyu closely, her lips moved slightly, her expression was extremely complicated, as if she was trying her best to endure something.

Looking at this scene, Song Ran was shocked, he couldn't let Xiaoyu and Baiyanlang go on in such a stalemate, since Baiyanlang could harm him, what would he do to Xiaoyu if he couldn't guarantee it!

Thinking of this, he quickly pushed away Lin Feiyu's hand, walked up to Song Qingshuang, and lowered his voice: "President Xiao Song, Mr. Xue likes Xiaoyu very much, and I hope that Mr. Song will hold his hands high for Mr. Xue's sake." , Let Xiao Yu go."

Song Qingshuang was silent for a moment, then lowered her head slightly, and said with a voice that only Song Ran could hear, gritting her teeth: "Song Xiaoran, you raised such a person, and let him dress like this, do you face him every day... Obsessed with my elder brother? You make me sick."

Because of the dinner, Lin Feiyu wore MH's new spring casual suit, which was Song Ran's favorite basic style back then.

"..." Song Ran asked the sky speechlessly, and could only say in a low voice, "Mr. Song, the previous things are over. Now I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely have no thoughts about Mr. Song. Xiao Yu is just my younger brother. That's all. There are so many people here, it's too ugly, it's not good for everyone."

Song Qingshuang took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and finally took Wu Minghao to his seat. Wu Minghao looked at Lin Feiyu with hostility on his face.

After Song Qingshuang was seated, the waiter began to serve the dishes in a flowing manner.

The dishes in this private kitchen are all very unique, and they look mouth-watering, because of the incomprehensible farce just now, the bosses and celebrities looked at each other at first, and no one dared to move their chopsticks, but everyone is human. After a while, he started persuading food and wine.

"Mr. Song, I offer you a toast!"

"Mr. Song, our company has a project. I wonder if you are interested?"

"Mr. Song..."

Song Qingshuang seemed to be a little absent-minded, no matter who came to respect him, he drank it all in one gulp, and after drinking for three rounds, he became a little tipsy, and his eyes stared at Lin Feiyu more directly, without any concealment. Wu Minghao's face smelled like a toilet.

One of the bosses seemed to have noticed something, and said with a smile: "This kid is so handsome, his name is Lin Feiyu, right? You haven't toasted Mr. Song yet, why don't you hurry to toast? And this... er, Song Xiaoran is Come on, let's go together."

Song Ran wanted to strangle him.

Lin Feiyu glanced at Song Ran, stood up and poured two glasses of white wine, and said with a faint smile, "I'll drink it for my brother."

Song Qingshuang stared at him, narrowing his eyes slowly: "Wait."

Lin Feiyu was slightly taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"Before you drink, say this first." Song Qingshuang paused every word, "I, dry, drink, you, whatever you want."

There was silence in the box, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, it was simply inexplicable, how could someone specify a toast?I've never heard of Xiao Song always having such a quirk.

Among all the people, only Song Ran knew that "I'll toast, you can do whatever you want" was a sentence I liked to say when toasting before. At that time, the Song Group was still very weak, and the so-called shopping malls were like battlefields, and I often got drunk like mud , extremely embarrassed.

It seemed that Song Qingshuang wanted to drink Lin Feiyu's wine. The wine on the table was all liquor, with a minimum of 52 degrees. How much could Lin Feiyu drink as a child?

He took a deep breath, got up and picked up the wine glass: "Mr. Song, he is only a child, how can he drink any kind of wine, just drink some fruit juice, let me toast you."

Song Qingshuang smiled coldly: "You?"

He didn't say anything, but the meaning in his words was already very obvious, what are you, you deserve to toast me?

Everyone was quiet, Liu Qian couldn't help frowning, Fatty Chen also showed a slightly displeased expression, but no one dared to say anything.

There was no expression on Song Ran's face. After all, from dragging the pillow and crawling on his bed with short legs, to setting up a trick to kill himself in Lianhua Mountain, he has seen what the little white-eyed wolf looks like. A mocking "You "Words really mean nothing.

He smiled slightly, picked up the cup, and said calmly, "I'll toast, you can do whatever you want."

After finishing speaking, Song Ran poured herself a drink, raised her neck slightly, and drank three glasses very refreshingly.

Song Qingshuang looked at him drinking, and was inexplicably confused for a moment, then quickly regained his sobriety, sneered and said: "You are too poor at studying, and Dongshi imitates."

"..." There were so many pitfalls that Song Ran had nothing to say for a while.

From Song Qingshuang's point of view, I feel that this dog-licking self deliberately imitates Song Ran's drinking appearance.Hehe, it's so cold, even colder than not wearing long johns.

Anyway, I drank the wine, Song Ran didn't bother to talk to the little white-eyed wolf, put down the wine glass and sat back, Lin Feiyu quickly supported him, and said distressedly: "Brother, you don't need to help me drink, I can do it myself."

Perhaps because he drank too much on an empty stomach, Song Ran felt a little dizzy, so he leaned against Lin Feiyu: "Xiao Yu, pour me a glass of water."

Lin Feiyu quickly poured a glass of warm water, and carefully brought it to Song Ran's mouth. Song Ran didn't bother to reach out, so she took Lin Feiyu's hand and drank half of the glass, finally feeling better.

Song Qingshuang on the opposite side stared at their every move, with a very gloomy face. Wu Minghao looked at Lin Feiyu's face, and then at Song Qingshuang's expression, with a sour expression.

After drinking for three rounds, Cui Xue talked about the script of "Sword in the Snow". Several bosses were very interested, but there was nothing wrong with it, because Wu Minghao and Lin Feiyu were present, so Cui Xue didn't talk about the casting matter.

The meal lasted until eleven o'clock in the evening. Song Ran drank three glasses of wine on an empty stomach, and couldn't help throwing up once when he went out. Lin Feiyu helped him take a taxi, and the two went back to Song Ran's company together. Single dormitory.

Lin Feiyu helped Song Ran onto the bed, helped him take off his shoes, socks and coat, and poured him a glass of warm honey water.

"Hmm." Song Ran leaned in Lin Feiyu's arms, drank two sips of honey water, and looked a little confused.

Lin Feiyu looked down at the person in his arms, thinking about Song Qingshuang's weird attitude at the dinner, thinking about Xue Jianguo's look when he saw him that day, he even remembered some more distant things, such as when he and his brother were not familiar with each other. My brother sometimes looks at me in a daze...

He already had an idea in his mind, but he was still not quite sure, so he asked softly, "Brother, what happened today? Just tell me, I won't mind, really."

Song Ran's mind is a bit dull, but he is not completely confused yet, so he naturally knows what Lin Feiyu is asking, but he thinks it's not a big deal, it's just that Lin Feiyu looks like him, the only embarrassing thing in the whole thing is— —Song Xiaoran is a dog licker.

Fortunately, there are not many people who know about this matter. Neither Liu Qian nor Song Qingshuang are talking nonsense. Luo Xiaochen has become a fool and can't see each other at ordinary times. And the room with solid evidence was locked by him, and the key was also locked. Hide under the bed.

Song Ran deliberated for a while, and decided to keep the matter of licking the dog a secret.

It's too embarrassing, and it's not my fault, why should I carry it myself?

He thought for a while and said softly: "Xiao Yu, actually I never told you that you look very much like a person."

Lin Feiyu pursed his lips lightly: "Who?"

Song Ran cheekily put gold on his face: "My name is very similar to that person's. Back then, I misread the name plate and sat in the wrong seat. Many people laughed at me. It was he who helped me. He regarded him as a benefactor. So, when I saw you for the first time, I felt very kind."

Lin Feiyu narrowed his eyes: "The names are very similar? Could it be..."

"The former president of the Song Group, Song Ran." Song Ran paused, and added, "That is Song Qingshuang's elder brother, he had a car accident before and became a vegetable, and he has been lying in the hospital for three years, you should have seen that The news was very sensational back then."

Lin Feiyu was silent for a while, then said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, that's why you took me in in the first place? Because I look like your benefactor?"

Song Ran can probably guess the awkward thoughts of adolescents. The second-year middle school boys in this period always hope that they are unique, and they are most jealous of others saying who they look like. Awkward.

He quickly got up his spirits, tried to find nasty words, and coaxed softly: "At first I didn't plan to take you in, but I took you in later because I think you are very similar to that kitten in the snow. It’s very difficult, but I’m still strong and working hard to live...It’s pitiful and cute, which makes me feel very distressed.”

Song Ran was careless and careless, and rarely said such soft words. Lin Feiyu stared blankly at him, a thin blush slowly appeared on his young and handsome face, and whispered: "Oh."