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

With the sound of cicadas and the scorching sun, on the last day of the college entrance examination, a large group of dark parents crowded outside the gate of Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School, all of them eagerly waiting.

"Why don't you come out? Oh, I'm really anxious to death."

"It's still a few minutes away."

"I wonder if the last subject is difficult?"

"The last subject is English, so it should be fine."

When the parents were discussing, there was a crisp bell ringing "Dinglingling..." in the school. With the ringing of the bell, candidates rushed out like a tide.

"Hey, come out, come out!"

"Xiaohao, mom is here!"

"Mingzi, this way!"

Song Ran was squeezed outside by a large group of parents, almost powerless. He was looking around on tiptoes when he suddenly heard a voice not far ahead: "Brother, I'm here!"

Following the sound, a slender, tall and handsome young man squeezed out from the crowd. While waving to Song Ran, he tried his best to cross the crowd and squeeze in front of Song Ran.

"Hey, the exam is finally over, how do you feel?" Song Ran smiled.

Lin Feiyu didn't answer. He looked at Song Ran carefully, and then wiped the thin sweat on Song Ran's forehead with his hand: "It's such a hot day, brother, why don't you find a shade to hide?"

Song Ran brushed off his sweat casually, and said indifferently, "It's okay."

At this time, a handsome young man came over. He smiled shyly at Song Ran, then turned to Lin Feiyu, and said softly, "Feiyu, how did you do in the exam?"

Lin Feiyu smiled: "It's okay."

"Then...goodbye." The handsome young man gave Lin Feiyu a complicated look, his eyes were very reluctant, but he didn't say anything, turned around and left silently.

Looking at all this, Song Ran felt a strange feeling in his heart, but he didn't have time to think about it, because Lin Feiyu had already pulled him to the car.

The two got into the car, Song Ran started the car, and asked casually: "I heard that the last major math question this year is beyond the syllabus, and English listening is also difficult? But it doesn't matter, all the exams are over, just do your best in everything."

"I think it's all quite simple." Lin Feiyu paused, then smiled slyly, "Brother, if you do well in the exam, will there be any rewards?"

"What reward do you want?"

"Well, I'll be eighteen in half a month. If I do well in the exam, then my brother will give me a good birthday party. I can't be so sloppy as before, just dismissing me with a casual barbecue."

Song Ran couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, okay, whatever you want."

While turning the steering wheel, he silently calculated that Lin Feiyu's grades have always been very good, and the Finance Department of P University must be fine. Two days ago, he heard from Fatty Chen that the Silver Award for Best Supporting Actor is also a sure thing. If he wins this award, Lin Feiyu is very happy. It is possible to get the leading actor of "Sword in the Snow".

Well, this calculation is really a double blessing, but "Sword in the Snow" starts shooting in more than a month, and Lin Feiyu is very busy this summer vacation.

Children are very capable and hardworking. They will enter the group soon after the college entrance examination, and then they will go to university and start living independently. I really should prepare a gift for myself.

Thinking of this, Song Ran glanced at Lin Feiyu, and happened to catch a glimpse of the sports watch on his wrist. It was a discounted watch worth more than 200 yuan, which he bought by himself. Lin Feiyu had worn it for several years, and the paint was a little faded.

By the way, birthday, even if it is a real man, every man should have a good watch of his own, just give a classic black diamond watch to a child, it is also a gift for adulthood, although it is a bit expensive, but It's worth it. Of the many watches I used to wear, that one was the one I wore most often.

"Brother, what are you thinking?" Lin Feiyu asked curiously.

Naturally, the gift must be kept secret, otherwise there will be no surprises, Song Ran smiled and said: "It's nothing, I will go home and change clothes, I will take you to eat delicious food in the evening, I recently found an old Chongqing hot pot, the taste is very authentic... "

While the two were talking, the car had already arrived at the staff's apartment building. Song Ran was about to stop when he caught a glimpse of a car, a black Lincoln business car, out of the corner of his eyes.

Song Ran was taken aback for a moment, and his face immediately sank.

How the hell did it happen again? It's really haunting.

Song Qingshuang was leaning against the side of the car, thinking about something quietly with his head down. He was wearing an off-white linen shirt, his eyebrows and eyes were black and his complexion was extremely fair. On such a hot day, there was no sweat on that snow-white face at all. Yu Hui gently sprinkled on him, looking deserted and lonely.

Song Ran frowned and stared at him, what is this kid doing here?

Lin Feiyu also saw Song Qingshuang, and said softly, "Brother, is that Mr. Song?"

"Well, it's him." Song Ran patted Lin Feiyu's shoulder, "It's okay, I'll go down and talk to him, don't get out of the car."

"Yes." Lin Feiyu said obediently.

After Song Ran parked the car, he took a deep breath, got out of the car and walked in front of Song Qingshuang, and said directly: "Xiao Song Boss, what can I do for you?"

"...I'm not looking for you." Song Qingshuang raised his eyes and glanced at Song Ran with extreme disgust, as if the other party was a disgusting toad, and then he turned his gaze to Lin Feiyu in the distance, with a somewhat complicated expression.

What do you want?Song Ran turned sideways calmly, blocking Song Qingshuang's gaze: "Little President Song, he is just a child, don't involve him in adult matters."

"It's not too young." Song Qingshuang looked back and said lightly, "I've checked, do you live together?"

"Any questions?"

"Song Xiaoran, you are really hungry." Song Qingshuang paused, the disgusted expression on her snow-white face was almost hard to hide.

Song Ran was also annoyed: "What are you talking about?!"

"What did I say, don't you know yourself? It looks so similar, you must have been looking for it for a long time, right?" Song Qingshuang gritted her teeth.

"Fuck you." Song Ran said directly.

"You look at that face every day, who do you care about in your heart?" The more Song Qingshuang said, the more annoyed he became. He has always been indifferent and arrogant, but when he encountered Song Ran's matter, his upbringing immediately fed the dog. Come out, "Did Lin Feiyu fuck you, or did you fuck him? Judging by the hunger you used to steal pajamas, you probably pouted your ass and begged him to fuck you. You really make me sick!"

Grass mud horse.Song Ran took a deep breath, desperately suppressed the urge to punch the little white-eyed wolf, and said with patience: "Song Qingshuang, what the hell are you talking about? I said it last time, no matter what I said before What do you think about Da Song, it’s all over now, Xiao Yu is only my younger brother, don’t bother us anymore!”

"Brother?" Song Qingshuang sneered, "Brother, you buy him MH clothes? Don't say that you like this brand yourself, you know your financial situation."

"..." I really fucking like this brand, why can't poor people buy expensive things occasionally?My Xiao Yu looks good in MH, I am willing to buy it for him, what's the matter?

"He is also MH today." Song Qingshuang looked at Lin Feiyu in the car in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly, "However, it still lacks taste."

Song Ran stared at him: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"If I'm a little older by two years, with a black Hummer SUV, with a different hairstyle, and with... a little more rebellious eyes, I'll look more like her." Song Qingshuang murmured.

It's more similar, it's easier for you to vent your anger, right, I was killed by you once, can you make me clean in this life? !

Song Ran twitched the corners of his mouth expressionlessly, not bothering to talk to him: "Mr. Xiao Song was joking, my Xiao Yu is fine just like that."

He was very irritable and just wanted to drive the white-eyed wolf away quickly, so he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a "snap", then took a deep breath, and said foolishly: "Mr. Want to have a long talk with me, would you like one?"

When Song Ran was the CEO, he would occasionally smoke because of the high pressure. Song Qingshuang had a serious cleanliness habit, and especially hated the smell of cigarettes. Every time he saw Song Ran smoking, he would look like he was eating shit, and then turned around and left, trying everything.

Now Song Ran's life is much more relaxed than in his previous life, and he seldom smokes, but he still habitually puts two cigarettes in his pocket, which just come in handy at this moment - disgusting Song Qingshuang.

"Huh?" With a cigarette in his mouth, he smiled provocatively at Song Qingshuang. As expected, Song Qingshuang frowned slightly, and took half a step back in displeasure.

Song Ran was secretly amused, raised his eyebrows triumphantly on purpose, exhaled a smoke ring aggressively, and sprayed it on Song Qingshuang's face unscrupulously: "You really don't want one?"

Haha, the little white-eyed wolf is definitely about to go berserk.

The strange thing is that Song Qingshuang didn't fly into a rage, and didn't even show an angry expression. He looked at Song Ran blankly, his dark eyes seemed to see another person through Song Ran, and he seemed to recall some extremely distant past.

After a while, he came back to his senses, and said coldly: "Song Xiaoran, you shameless third-rate bastard, don't learn from my elder brother."

Song Ran didn't bother to pay attention to him, and blew out a smoke ring on his own.

The two were relatively silent for a while, and Song Qingshuang slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "I asked a private detective to investigate. You have lived with Lin Feiyu for more than three years. He relies on you and trusts you very much. Before you I looked at several houses, but your deposit is not enough, as long as you convince him to be my personal assistant, this check is yours."

Song Ran stared at the check, 1000 million.

Well, you prodigal son, when the Song Group was about to close down, for the payment of 300 million, I almost had stomach bleeding. You little white-eyed wolf actually got 1000 million casually? !

This scene is not only like a bloody TV series, but also like some kind of black humorous drama. Song Ran is almost angry and laughs, but also finds it inexplicably funny.

1000 million, what does Song Qingshuang want to do?Buy Lin Feiyu from yourself?If you put it by your side, you can hit if you want, and you can scold if you want?

fuck you.He dusted off the cigarette ash, and said lazily, "Mr. Song, human trafficking is illegal, you don't know it?"

"Don't talk to me about this." Song Qingshuang stared at him with dark eyes, "The 1000 million is just for your personal labor fee. As for Lin Feiyu, I will also compensate him, such as... "Sword in the Snow" leading actor."

Song Ran said in a deep voice, "That role was originally his."

"I said it's his, it's his." Song Qingshuang said coldly, "Song Xiaoran, didn't you say that you don't have that kind of relationship with him? Why can't you bear it?"

Song Ran almost cursed, but at this moment, Lin Feiyu walked over from a distance and asked curiously, "Brother, Mr. Song, what are you talking about?"

Song Qingshuang looked at Lin Feiyu and looked at those familiar amber almond eyes. Song Qingshuang's cold expression softened a lot: "I'm telling your brother, let you be my personal assistant, I can provide you with many resources , Star TV dramas, big-budget movies...more than you can imagine."

Lin Feiyu narrowed his eyes lightly, then he looked at Song Ran, then turned back to Song Qingshuang, with a blank expression on his face: "Mr. Song, what do you mean... I don't quite understand."

"Isn't my meaning clear enough?" Song Qingshuang said lightly.

Lin Feiyu shook his head in confusion.

Standing by the side, Song Ran felt his temples throbbing. Song Qingshuang, a white-eyed wolf, bastard, actually used these things to seduce children. He obviously hated his elder brother very much, and wanted to find a substitute to vent his anger, but he acted as if Like Lin Feiyu.

Wait, although Song Qingshuang is a bastard, he is the president of the Song Group. He looks very good, and has a desolate temperament. He often has little stars in his arms. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old child like Lin Feiyu is just right. When vanity is high... Fuck.

Thinking of this, Song Ran's heart suddenly rang an alarm, and he immediately pulled Lin Feiyu into the building: "Xiao Yu, let's go, ignore him."

"Wait." Song Qingshuang grabbed Lin Feiyu's arm.

Song Ran stared at Song Qingshuang viciously: "You fucking let me go!"

Song Qingshuang took out a business card and gently stuffed it into Lin Feiyu's hand. He stared at Lin Feiyu's amber eyes and said calmly, "If you understand it, come to me."

Lin Feiyu lowered his eyes and looked at the bronzing business card in his hand, looking very embarrassed.

Song Ran couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed Song Qingshuang hard: "Get out of here!"

Then he dragged Lin Feiyu up the stairs without looking back.

After entering the door, Song Ran turned around and found that Lin Feiyu was still looking at the business card. He immediately snatched it and threw it into the trash can: "Hurry up and throw away this dirty thing!"

Lin Feiyu didn't resist, and let him throw the business card into the trash can. Then the young man blinked his eyes and said hesitantly, "Brother, what does Mr. Song mean? Didn't you tell me that he hates Mr. Mr. Song, does that mean you hate me too? Why did he say he would give me resources? The entertainment industry is too chaotic, I really don't understand these things."

Song Ran sighed and said, "Have you read Maupassant's "The Necklace"? In short, no matter what the other party's purpose is, as long as you don't covet fame, fortune, or vanity, you won't be easily hurt... Never try to take shortcuts, understand? "