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

Song Ran stared at the person in front of her, and couldn't believe her ears. What did Song Qingshuang just say?Cleaning... private parts with your own hands?Is there something wrong with the little white-eyed wolf's brain?Shouldn't this kind of thing be left to professional nurses?

He took a deep breath, managed to keep his expression from cracking, and said dryly, "Mr. Song, are you joking?"

Song Qingshuang looked at him with lowered eyes, there was no smile in the dark eyes, and then said in a calm tone of course: "You think this is strange?"

Of course it's strange!It's more than strange, it's simply wonderful!A long time ago, I sneaked into the intensive care unit and saw Song Qingshuang cutting the toenails of a vegetative person. That scene was already very horrifying, and now I want to say "clean the private parts by yourself"?His body was naked in front of the little white-eyed wolf, and he played with it casually?

Song Ran imagined the scene for a while, and felt that the whole person was numb, and could hardly maintain a calm expression, so he could only cough lightly as a cover-up: "Mr. Song, don't you have a cleanliness habit and don't like touching others?"

Song Qingshuang stared at him with lowered eyes, and slowly increased his tone: "He is not someone else, but my eldest brother, and the person I care about most in this world. He is unconscious now, and it is only natural for me to serve him with my own hands. , nothing surprising."

"..." Song Ran really didn't know what to say, so he could only look at Song Qingshuang with strange eyes.

The person you care about the most?Serve with your own hands?It's only right and proper?

She was almost killed by him, even if Song Qingshuang wanted to put on a show, it was too much, right?Wait, could it be that because he became a vegetable, Song Qingshuang's burden was all on Song Qingshuang's shoulders, and the little white-eyed wolf was under too much pressure, and his mental state accidentally went wrong, causing him to have the illusion of brotherhood?

Song Qingshuang looked cold and indifferent. In fact, when I failed the exams when I was a child, I would cry and beg for hugs. Now I can't cry and beg for hugs. A president of a group who is lonely and pressured by his family is very pitiful.

Thinking of this, Song Ran said cautiously: "Mr. Song, have you been under a lot of pressure lately? Why don't you take a long vacation?"

Song Qingshuang stared at him, the blue veins on his forehead twitched violently, and said word by word: "I, brain, child, no, hair, disease."

"That's not what I meant..." Song Ran said vaguely, while secretly observing the other party from the corner of his eye. After watching for a while, he felt that the little white-eyed wolf did not show any signs of abnormality, so he was a little relieved, um, Most of them are just pretending too much, and what they serve by themselves is probably fake.

Song Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought of a question, if he went to accompany the vegetative, wouldn't he be able to enter the basement again?

There are too many documents in the basement. He only brought out a few important documents last time. Now the key documents of the 35% shares have not been found. If he can go to the basement again, he may find some clues.

Although Song Qingshuang's weirdness recently made people feel a little creepy, but the little white-eyed wolf will not eat him... Well, you can agree first, and then play it by ear.

Song Ran has always been very courageous, and he doesn't hesitate to do things, so he nodded straightforwardly: "Okay, I will be an escort for Mr. Song, with five times the salary."

"Deal." Song Qingshuang narrowed her eyes and stretched out her hand.

Song Ran twitched the corner of her mouth, gave a dry smirk, and extended her right hand to Song Qingshuang, and the two shook hands hard.

The hands of the little white-eyed wolf are still the same as before, with slender and strong fingers, cold skin, and cleanly trimmed nails. There are only a little calluses on the palms and pulps, which can hardly be felt, because Song Qingshuang would always feel it after practicing Sanda since she was a child. Put on a layer of hand cream very carefully, a little princess is a little princess, no matter how much you practice Sanda, you are still a little princess.

Song Ran complained secretly, but withdrew her hand: "Since we've finished the discussion, I'll go down."

Song Qingshuang lowered her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Song Xiaoran, go back and clean up quickly, and move in this weekend."

"Okay." Song Ran nodded and said cheerfully.

After going downstairs, Lin Feiyu was still waiting obediently in the meeting room. The marketing director Xiao Pingping and several employees didn't leave, they were still discussing the details of the project.

Song Ran sat down next to Lin Feiyu, sorting out the pile of materials that he hadn't had time to clean up just now, Lin Feiyu said softly, "Brother, are you alright?"

Xiao Pingping couldn't help but asked, "Manager Song, did Mr. Song ask about the project?"

Song Ran was thinking that he was going to be an escort for Mr. Song. It is estimated that everyone in the company would know it in a few days. It is meaningless to hide it. Maybe there will be some rumors. It is better to make it clear now .

Thinking of this, he said generously: "President Xiao Song invited a doctor back from the United States to treat President Da Song, but he couldn't find a suitable escort for the time being. It's an old acquaintance, so I plan to let me take care of Mr. Song for a while."

Xiao Pingping and the others were very surprised, and they all said, "So that's how it is."

"We thought you were scolded by Mr. Song."

"Hey, Xiao Song always looked for me last time, and almost scared me to death."

Lin Feiyu couldn't help but frowned: "He asked you to take care of Mr. Song?"

Song Ran knew that he was very jealous and thoughtful, and was afraid that he would cause trouble, so he quickly coaxed: "You also know that Mr. Da Song has helped me before and is my benefactor, and I told you that you and Mr. Mr. Song looks a bit like that, that's why Uncle Xue takes care of you. Mr. Song needs my help now, and I should help him no matter what the situation is."

When Song Ran took Lin Feiyu to see Xue Jianguo, he told Lin Feiyu these things half-truthfully. In recent years, many old employees have also found that Lin Feiyu is very similar to the former CEO Song Ran, but because Song Ran has been in a coma for several years Yes, and the two people's temperaments are not very similar, so no one talks too much.

Xiao Pingping is an old employee. When she heard Song Ran's words, she also smiled and said, "Film Emperor Lin, I have met Mr. Song. You and Mr. Song are really similar, but the temperament is different."

"Well, I heard from my brother." Lin Feiyu nodded.

When I went to Cuizhugou to look for Xue Jianguo, my brother took the initiative to tell me about it. Although I was a little sour in my heart, that Da Song was kind to my brother, and the relationship between the two was innocent. There is no ambiguity. As for the similarity, it should be just a coincidence. After all, there are so many people in the world who look alike, and my brother didn't hide himself.

Having said that, Lin Feiyu couldn't help asking: "What kind of person is that Da Song always?"

Xiao Pingping sighed: "Hey, Mr. Song, he is really super nice, tall and handsome, capable and gentle. When I just joined the group, I almost messed up an important order and was scolded bloody by the leader , let me go to Mr. Da Song to admit my mistakes. I was only in my early twenties, and I almost peed my pants. As a result, Mr. Song not only didn’t scold me, but also encouraged me and helped me find a way. Later, I finally mustered up the courage to find Customer, get that order done. Unfortunately, President Da Song had a car accident..."

Speaking of this, she looked a little sad and couldn't continue.

Song Ran didn't remember much about it anymore, but he also felt very warm when he heard that the old employees in the past still remembered his kindness, so he cheekily agreed, "Well, Mr. Song is indeed a very nice person."

Lin Feiyu couldn't help but glanced at him, then pursed his lips.

Several old employees praised Song Ran one after another: "Hey, although I haven't talked to Mr. Song, but one year during the group gathering, the boss of our department took us to toast the group executives, and the other executives were proud of me. It's very good, but Mr. Song stood up and clinked glasses with us, very kind."

"Yeah, that's right, President Da Song has no airs at all."

Some of the new employees couldn't help but show envy: "Wow, I heard you say that Mr. Da Song looks as good-looking as Lin Yingdi, he is also the CEO of the Song Group, and he is also the brother of Mr. Song, and he is so gentle and hearty. Is there really such a perfect domineering president?"

"Oh, it's a pity that I just graduated this year, and I haven't met Mr. Song."

An old employee couldn't help relying on the old to sell the old, and talked about Song Ran's past: "You don't know, the Song Group was not as powerful as it is now, and it was all supported by Mr. Song. He is very capable and popular. , got into a ball with the employees below, customers also like him, and he can drink too much..."

Those things were so far away, as if they had already happened in a previous life, Song Ran gradually became a little fascinated by hearing them, and her thoughts drifted back to those busy and fulfilling years back then.

Until the two of them got into the car, Song Ran was still immersed in the past years and never spoke to Lin Feiyu.

He was about to start the car absent-mindedly, but Lin Feiyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly said sourly, "That Mr. Song, is he really that good? He's handsome and capable, quick to do things, and very gentle?"

As soon as Song Ran heard his sour and stingy tone, he knew that the little brat was making trouble again. He was a little funny and helpless, and comforted him casually: "He is my benefactor."

"I will be stronger than him in the future." Lin Feiyu murmured, then rolled his amber eyes, and suddenly smiled complacently, "However, he is just my brother's benefactor, and my brother will not celebrate his birthday. I won't give him a watch, I won't give him a suit, I won't let him kiss, I won't let him hug me with wet eyes, and I won't..."

Having said that, he leaned close to Song Ran's ear and lowered his voice: "I won't let him get in there."

Song Ran was stunned by his brazenness for five seconds, and then shuddered with a backhand: "Lin Feiyu!!"

Lin Feiyu didn't dodge either, he leaned on Song Ran like a koala, and used all kinds of tricks to act coquettishly: "Brother, you have been refusing to let me touch you for the past few days. Just ignore me if you drive meat... The glass of this car is single-sided, I specially picked it when I bought the car, and the seat can be put down..."

Song Ran was so entangled by him that he simply pretended not to understand, stepped on the gas and drove out.

……

A few days later, Song Ran packed his luggage and came to the Song family's old house.

The old housekeeper led him to the living room, where Song Qingshuang and Dr. Robert were sitting on the sofa in the living room, talking in a low voice.

Song Qingshuang said softly, "Is there any hope of waking up?"

Robert's Chinese is not standard, but his enunciation is very clear: "Mr. Song, I have basically grasped your elder brother's situation. In the next three months, I will come to him every day for bioelectric stimulation therapy, combined with massage and calling, or Very hopeful."

Hearing this, Song Ran couldn't help interjecting: "He will wake up?" Just kidding, I am here.

Robert looked up at Song Ran, wondering, "Who is this?"

Song Qingshuang explained: "He was... my brother's former friend. From now on, he will be in charge of my brother's massage and cleaning work, as well as talking and calling in my brother's ear every day."

"Oh, these things are done by familiar people, and the effect is indeed better. Mr. Song, you are very thoughtful." Robert nodded and continued to talk about bioelectric stimulation therapy.

Song Ran wasn't very interested in the bloody bioelectric stimulation therapy. After all, his true self was here, and no matter how much he stimulated his body, he probably wouldn't be able to wake up. Come here, it's just a waste of effort.

But, does the little white-eyed wolf really want to wake up?Aren't you afraid that you will compete with him for the power of the group again when you wake up?

Thinking of this, Song Ran couldn't help but glanced at Song Qingshuang. Song Qingshuang was thinking about something with lowered eyes, and seemed not very interested in what Robert said about "awakening the vegetative state".

Sure enough, Song Ran knew in his heart that the little white-eyed wolf didn't really want to wake himself up. Cutting nails, cleaning massages, and inviting American doctors were mostly for outsiders to see, especially for Uncle Xue After all, Uncle Xue owns 14% of the group's shares, and he is not in good health. If something happens to the old man, the whereabouts of these shares is extremely important.

Robert talked for more than an hour, and finally got up to say goodbye. After sending Robert away, Song Qingshuang took Song Ran to the bedroom of the Patriarch of the Song family.

The master bedroom had thick curtains drawn, and in the middle of the big white bed, the vegetative body was still unconsciously asleep.

Song Qingshuang explained lightly: "Someone usually does the rough work. What you have to do is wipe his body every day, massage his muscles, and tell him something about the past every night. You have to start with the face..."

While explaining patiently, he rolled up the sleeves of his expensive shirt and picked up the hot towel in the basin, as if he planned to demonstrate it himself.

"Mr. Song, let me come." Song Ran quickly took the towel from him.

The little white-eyed wolf wiped himself in front of him, Song Ran felt that this scene was too much for him, and he would rather do it by himself.

The vegetative person quietly closed his eyes, his handsome face was slightly thinner, and the long and thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyes, as if they would open at any time.

Well, although it feels a bit strange, it is a familiar body anyway. Song Ran gently wiped the vegetative's cheeks with a hot towel, then untied the nightgown on the vegetative, then changed into a hot towel, and wiped the body from the neck.

Song Qingshuang stood quietly by the side, looking down at Song Ran's work, with no intention of leaving.

The vegetative body is a bit thin, but the muscles are soft and the skin is moist, and there is a faint scent of body lotion. It is very well maintained. Song Qingshuang must have put a lot of thought into it. In order to put on a show, the little white-eyed wolf really went all out.

While muttering to himself, Song Ran wiped it down. When it touched his shoulder, he couldn't help but gently squeezed the slightly stiff trapezius muscle. In the past, he often stayed up late at his desk to work, and this position was always painful.

Song Qingshuang looked at his subtle movements, and suddenly asked: "Song Xiaoran, why do I feel that you are very familiar with my elder brother's body? Are you... having a good time?"

"..." Song Ran was speechless to his brain hole. Is it good to masturbate yourself?

Song Qingshuang coaxed softly: "Is that right? How are you doing?"

Song Ran couldn't help but clarify, "No. How could you have such an idea?"

Song Qingshuang seemed dissatisfied with this answer, and patiently explained: "Generally, people are always a little stiff when dealing with strangers' bodies, but you act very naturally, as if you have seen this body thousands of times before, isn't it strange? If you and your eldest brother had a good time, then you took away his pajamas and sneaked in to hold him, it's nothing, just a poor lover."

Song Ran squinted his eyes, always felt that the tone of the little white-eyed wolf was very strange, as if he was deliberately coaxing himself to admit that he had an affair with "Song Ran".