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

While muttering to himself, Song Ran signed a labor contract with the junior manager, which stated that he would officially start work two weeks later and participate in the cleaning project of the Song family's old house.

After signing the labor contract, Song Ran did not leave directly, but sneaked up to the eighth floor from the fire escape stairs, and came outside the boss's office to eavesdrop.

The door of the office was ajar, and an earnest voice came from inside: "Mr. Song, please feel free to ask if you have any requirements, and our professional team will do their best to satisfy you."

Then came Song Qingshuang's cold and pleasant voice, as if ice cubes hit each other: "A few years ago, my eldest brother was lying in the intensive care unit of Jiangcheng Hospital, under the care of doctors and nurses. Now his condition has stabilized, so I will take him in." I'm back home, so I need four reliable nurses."

"Oh, just take care of Mr. Song who is in a coma, right?" The other party obviously knew about Song Ran's current situation, and didn't ask any more questions, "General nurses may not be able to handle Mr. Song's situation. We have licensed The professional nurses on duty..."

Song Qingshuang interrupted him impatiently: "I have equipped my eldest brother with professional family doctors and nurses. Now I only need four honest and responsible nurses. Don't be young and impetuous. It is best to be between 45 and 55 years old. Not too much, hands and feet must be diligent."

"Oh, yes, yes, no problem."

Song Ran eavesdropped on their conversation, and couldn't help but secretly marveled. She didn't expect that she guessed right. Song Qingshuang really took her vegetative body back to the Song family's old house, and equipped it with a professional medical team and nursing staff.

What happened to Song Qingshuang?Could it be that his conscience suddenly found out and he planned to take better care of his body?Tsk, how is it possible, the little white-eyed wolf can't wait to die by himself, how could his conscience find out?It is more likely to take the wrong medicine.

Song Ran really couldn't think of a reason, so he didn't bother to think about it, anyway, it was just a vegetable body, and the little white-eyed wolf liked to do whatever he wanted, whether it was placed next to the master bedroom for a slap in the face, or directly dragged to the crematorium to be burned Yes, he doesn't care at all.

There was a voice pulling a chair up from the office: "Mr. Song, let's go pick out nurses. They just happen to be training downstairs today."

Song Qingshuang said lightly: "Well, let's go."

Song Ran was afraid of being discovered, so she quickly dodged into the stairwell and left quietly.

Song Qingshuang was very picky, and after more than two hours of picking, he finally picked out four honest middle-aged care workers, two men and two women. When he returned to the Song family's old house, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

The old house of the Song family was built in the period of the Republic of China. It is a large courtyard with five entrances by the lake in the southern suburbs of Jiangcheng.

Song Qingshuang threw the car keys to the security guard at the door, and walked straight inside. The housekeeper, Lao Li, and the Filipino maids all bent down and said, "Young master, you are back."

"En." Song Qingshuang nodded while walking inside.

Song Qingshuang's grandmother was born as a landlord in the old society, and some feudal titles and rules remained in the family, such as the young master and the young master, kneeling in the ancestral hall and memorial tablets. These rules made Song Ran miserable back then, and secretly complained to Song Qingshuang Been several times.

Song Qingshuang didn't care much about these things, but he didn't correct the names of the housekeepers' Filipino maids, because the title "Little Young Master" gave him an illusion, as if "Eldest Young Master" still lived in this house, and would come through any door at any time. He walked out, smiled and said to himself: "Qingshuang, you're back."

Moreover, Song Qingshuang has let the employees of the Song Group call him "Little President Song" for the same reason. Although he is the only one in the Song family, if "Xiao Song" is changed to "Song President", It was as if Song Ran's existence had been completely wiped out.

The courtyard was deep, and Song Qingshuang went all the way through the old-fashioned hanging flower doors and corridors to the innermost master bedroom.

As he got closer and closer to the master bedroom, his tired footsteps gradually became lighter, but when he reached the door of the bedroom, he stopped suddenly, then carefully adjusted his collar, and tried to relax his indifferent expression, hanging on his lips. With a smile on his face, he opened the door and went in.

He said softly, "Brother, I'm back."

The bedroom is very spacious and decorated in a typical Chinese style. Only the big white bed in the middle looks very modern. There are all kinds of complicated medical instruments beside the bed. The screens of those instruments display various wavy lines, sending out " "Beep beep beep" slight noise.

And in the middle of the big bed, there was a person lying quietly.

Song Qingshuang slowed down, walked slowly to the bed, and looked down at the person on the bed.

The person on the bed was pale and slightly thinner, but due to the good maintenance, he did not look out of shape. He was still as handsome and handsome as before, with long black eyelashes drooping densely, as if the next moment, those amber eyes will slowly open.

Song Qingshuang stared blankly for a long time before sitting down on the side of the bed, then took a cotton swab, dipped it skillfully in pure water, moistened the slightly dry lips bit by bit, and looked at the lips Slowly becoming soft and moist, his hand stopped unknowingly, and then he lowered his head and kissed it.

The eldest brother's lips were soft, with a slightly bitter medicinal smell, which was different from the mint flavor when I stole the kiss in adolescence, but it still felt good.

Song Qingshuang kissed for a while with great restraint, then forced himself to raise his head, because if he continued like this, he might do something that he regretted.

He looked at the ignorant person, pulled the corners of his lips bitterly, and said in a low voice: "Brother, I kissed you just now, did you feel it? If you could feel it, you must be very angry... ...If you get angry, just wake up and hit me, okay? I will never fight back."

His eldest brother closed his eyes and remained unresponsive.

Song Qingshuang was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Brother, do you know that I not only want to kiss you, I also want to do that kind of thing to you, and I have had that damn thought since puberty."

"At that time, I hadn't grown tall, and I didn't have an obvious Adam's apple. I was like a white and tender girl. I was often robbed by gangsters outside the school. Once, you helped me beat the gangster away, and I fell to the ground. , your body is full of mud and dirt, you half knelt down in front of me, put an arm around me, comforted me that I was fine, laughed at me for being a cute little princess, and asked me to learn Sanda from you... "

Speaking of this, Song Qingshuang twitched the corners of her mouth mockingly: "You little princess? If you knew, what was I thinking when I watched your sweat flow down your neck into the neckline of your T-shirt, I guess you wouldn't be like this said."

He was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "I didn't dare to take you home for this reason. You have been refusing to wake up. I often have a thought that you don't want to wake up anyway. If I treat you like that, Maybe you'll wake up angry and beat me up hard."

Song Ran's breathing was long and even, and the ECG monitor made a dull and steady sound.

Song Qingshuang murmured: "Brother, you don't even know how I got here all these years... I want to talk to you, I want you to touch my hair, I want to lie on your lap and watch you read, I even find someone Pretend to be you, lie on his lap and watch him read, but it's not you, and there's nothing but emptiness in the end."

Speaking of this, he thought of something again, and couldn't help but sneer: "Actually, I'm not the only one who did this. Do you remember that Song Xiaoran? He found an actor who looked very much like you. Last time I called In the past, when they were doing that kind of thing, that Song Xiaoran kept yelling, it was really disgusting... Whenever I think of him still lusting after you, I want to strangle him to death. "

Thinking back to that phone call, he couldn't help but frowned in disgust, and then let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, that Lin Feiyu is not you after all. If Song Xiaoran dares to do anything to you, I will really kill him. "

"By the way, the new drug developed by Robert and the others is about to complete the first phase of clinical trials, and then he will bring a professional team and equipment to design a specific course of treatment for you, brother. I think this time is very promising."

Song Qingshuang said while gently stroking Song Ran's hair, that snow-white and tired face unexpectedly became a little brighter, and his eyes brightened a lot.

"Brother, as long as you wake up, I will definitely admit my mistake and tell you all my thoughts. It doesn't matter if you don't agree. Anyway, you have been lying down for so long and your body is very weak. I will take good care of you and wait for your recovery. It's a little better, let's talk slowly, anyway, I won't let you go..."

"If I don't let you go, will you be angry? ... If, I still want to make out with you?"

Song Ran closed her eyes, her slender eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, like a quiet and delicate doll.

Song Qingshuang was silent for a while, closed her eyes unbearably, and her lips trembled slightly: "Is it because you don't care what I say now? You don't want to wake up?"

"Yes, it's all my fault. At that time, I was misled, thinking that you were just trying to get the Song Group and never treated me sincerely, but even if that was the case, I never thought of harming you, let alone I want you to die... I was just thinking about pretending to be kidnapped, tricking you to Lianhua Mountain, then locking you up and emptying you..."

"It's just that at that time, I was so immature. I never thought that those desperadoes who cooperated with me would actually hold me hostage and wanted to blackmail the Song Group for [-] million yuan. I didn't even think about it, brother, you He would risk his life to rescue me... The rain was so heavy that night, the winding road was so slippery, and he happened to meet that truck..."

As Song Qingshuang spoke, his cool and pleasant voice gradually became hoarse, and tears covered his snow-white face. He closed his eyes, and slowly fell on Song Ran's lap: "I'm sorry..."

……

Song Ran walked into the community while thinking carefully. The house cleaning of Song's house will be done in two weeks. During this time, I have to learn how to clean the air conditioner by myself. I don't need to be too professional. I just look a little decent so that no one will see my flaws. That's it.

When the time comes to clean the air-conditioning outlet in the master bedroom, as long as there is no one in the room, you can quickly sneak into the study, and then enter the basement...

Song Ran was so absorbed in thinking that she didn't notice the glimmer of light behind her.

Wu Minghao hid in a black car, holding a digital camera in his hand, and fixed his eyes on the thin figure who walked into the corridor. He had been staring here for several days, and he was very sure that Lin Feiyu and Song Xiaoran lived together. Together, on the sixth floor of this building.

I just mocked Song Xiaoran that day, and Lin Feiyu treated him like crazy. At that time, he vaguely felt something strange. Lin Feiyu's fierce look of protecting Song Xiaoran was definitely not the attitude of ordinary stars towards their managers. It's more like... protecting a loved one.

Tsk tsk, beloved.

Thinking of this, Wu Minghao couldn't help sneering, feeling excited that he could take revenge. That bastard Lin Feiyu stole two of his roles and Song Qingshuang's gaze. Eyes, let him discover the secret.

If the two of them really have that kind of relationship, breaking the news to the media can directly destroy Lin Feiyu, but now I don't have enough evidence, just some photos of the two walking into the corridor entrance side by side, which is not very convincing .

Wu Minghao took a deep breath, and slowly squeezed the camera in his hand tightly. It would be great if he could take more explosive photos, and he would be able to completely defeat Lin Feiyu.

Mo Jiulang from "Sword in the Snow", Ah Lie from "The Prey", and... Song Qingshuang, these were originally his own, but now they are all taken away by that bastard Lin Feiyu.

Wu Minghao looked coldly at the window on the sixth floor, Song Xiaoran, Lin Feiyu... He chewed on these two names viciously, then took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo, and checked Lin Feiyu's related topics, hoping to see if there were any gossip clues.

"The Reuter of "Prey" is out, have you watched it? Fei Yu's acting skills are simply amazing!"

"What's the point of Fei Yu's acting skills? Many people were made to cry watching vulgar commercial films like "Sword in the Snow", let alone this kind of literary films, which were originally used to show off their acting skills and win awards, hehe .”

"Maybe I can get some foreign Silver Bear Award or Silver Palm Award this time~"

"Low-key, low-key, don't recruit black people."

"Hey, it's okay, we Feiyu are actors, not traffickers, we're not right."

Wu Minghao looked at those incomparably dazzling compliments, turned off Weibo resentfully, and looked up to the window on the sixth floor. Damn it, if someone can help him bring down Lin Feiyu, that bastard...