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

The coffee shop clerk timidly said, "Sir, what's the matter?"

Song Ran came back to his senses, smiled and said, "It's nothing, thank you."

The coffee shop clerk blinked inexplicably: "Huh? Thank me?"

"Well, thank you." After thinking of the way to forge the will, Song Ran couldn't help feeling relieved. He handed the written questionnaire to the inexplicable coffee shop clerk, then drank the rest of the coffee in one go, put away the The papers left the cafe.

Liucheng is a small town, and this street is also very quiet. There are tall and dark green plane trees on both sides of the street. The dense branches and leaves cover the scorching sun in the summer afternoon. Song Ran walked slowly while thinking about the current affairs.

With this document in hand, it can be proved that "Song Ran" owns 35% of the shares of the Song Group, and then he can forge a will of "Song Ran" with his own hand, and he can leave the 35% shares to Song Xiaoran. This is who I am today.

Everything was perfect, but Song Ran felt inexplicably melancholy as she walked with her head down, looking at the dancing spots of light in the shadows of the trees on the ground.

As he walked, he walked into a small bookstore on the street without knowing it.

"Just look at it." The boss behind the counter greeted Song Ran casually.

"Yeah." Song Ran nodded, and couldn't help but glance at the boss again.

The boss is a bearded and fat man in his 50s. He is lazily lying on a bamboo chair, slowly mending an old thread-bound book. Fat Orange, that fat orange looked up at Song Ran, and let out a "meow~" with grinning teeth.

"This cat is quite fierce." Song Ran looked at the fat orange and couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

"No way, it is the owner of this store, and I am its subordinate." The boss said naturally.

Song Ran laughed, his melancholy mood became inexplicably relaxed, and he walked into the bookstore. This bookstore has a small facade and is quite deep inside. Song Ran flipped through the novels on the bookshelf. The bookstore in the summer afternoon has a kind of A strange atmosphere, quiet and lazy, with the smell of old-fashioned incense and a faint smell of book ink floating in the air.

Song Ran's fingers lightly brushed the spines of the books, and gradually he understood where his melancholy and tired feeling came from. In his previous life, he had spent half his life for the Song Group, drinking, traveling, meeting, Negotiations, overtime work... For so many years, he has never lived a life of his own.

At that time, he felt that these were all due, and they were all to repay Uncle Song and Aunt Bai. Even if he almost killed Song Qingshuang later, he never regretted it.

But it was only now that he found out that Song Gang and Bai Wenxin's behavior was so unbearable, plus Song Qingshuang... If he took back the 35% of the shares, although he had taken back what belonged to him, he would be involved again in the future. After entering into the vortex of the behemoth of the Song Group, he was no longer involved with Song Qingshuang.

Song Ran stroked those thick books lightly, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed. The peaceful and happy life in his fantasy was just that after Lin Feiyu grew up, he had saved enough money, so he opened a small bookstore near the university, and brought his little bookstore to life. The black cat is kept in the store and lives comfortably... As long as he puts down everything in the past, it is not difficult to live such a life.

What if, as I had thought before, give Lin Feiyu the 35% of the shares?Lin Feiyu's major is finance, he works safely and is good at investing. If he has the 35% of the shares, he can check with Song Qingshuang without worrying about himself. This is a perfect choice.

Song Ran was a little hesitant, for some reason, he had a faint feeling of uneasiness.

He shook his head, and put that inexplicable anxiety to the back of his mind, forget it, he should investigate the case back then first, and then make a decision.

……

That night, Song Ran took the red-eye flight back to Jiangcheng. Time passed quickly, and it was Friday night in a blink of an eye.

This time the dinner was hosted by Cui Xue's group. In addition to Song Ran and Lin Feiyu, Song Qingshuang also came, as well as Liu Qian, Chen Xiaoxin and others. They sat at a large table lively. The theme of the dinner was for Cui Xue's next year's event. A big-budget movie - "Wheels of Fire".

"Wheels of Fire" is a disaster film. It has already raised an investment of 20 million yuan. In addition to various publicity and distribution expenses, the final box office will need to exceed [-] billion yuan to make it back. It is an out-and-out big production.

The theme of the film is to praise humanity in disasters. It mainly tells about a giant oil tanker encountering an accident in the Pacific Ocean. Several stowaways, the captain, and the crew are facing various life and death, love and hate in the extreme environment. choice.

"How about it, isn't this script great?" Cui Xue roughly said the script, and couldn't help boasting, "Who said that Chinese people can't make good disaster movies? We're going to let the audience watch it this time." !"

"The script is really good." Liu Qian nodded, and then frowned, "However, according to my experience, many scenes in this script need to be shot at sea, and a lot of doubles cannot be used. Many dangerous scenes require Lin Feiyu It doesn’t feel safe to do it in person.”

"Shooting at sea?" Song Ran mused, "It's really dangerous. I'll go with you when the time comes. Safety and fire protection must be properly controlled."

Lin Feiyu smiled and said: "Don't worry, brother, it's fine. I even think that I don't need a double. I will take all the shots myself, and the effect will definitely be better."

Song Ran said casually: "You also perform the fire scene yourself? It's better to be a professional."

Lin Feiyu said seriously: "I think it's okay. There are a lot of close-ups in the scene of the fire, and it would be more fake to use a substitute."

Song Ran couldn't help turning her head to look at Lin Feiyu. In the past two years, I feel that the little bastard has become more and more mature, and his work has become more and more reliable. He works very hard and is very serious. He almost has the same look as he did back then. The little bastard is no longer a little bastard, but a mature man.

Lin Feiyu looked at him deeply, with a smile in his beautiful amber eyes: "Am I so good-looking that my brother is dumbfounded?"

I don't know how to pay attention to the influence in public places!Song Ran turned around speechlessly, and said lightly, "You feel great about yourself."

Lin Feiyu poured him a glass of wine with a smile: "I don't feel good about myself. It's because of my brother's good teaching these years. Come, let me toast my brother."

Hey, I am indeed mature, and I will toast myself, Song Ran secretly touched a glass with Lin Feiyu while feeling deeply.

Song Qingshuang sat opposite, looking at them coldly with dark eyes, with no expression on her snow-white face, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

At this time, Chen Xiaoxin suddenly said: "Director Cui, I think the fire on the ship can be handled in this way..."

"Really?" Cui Xue immediately discussed with her excitedly.

All of a sudden, a group of people chatted in full swing. Lin Feiyu carefully peeled the prawns for Song Ran while participating in the discussion, and had a drink with Song Ran from time to time. Thinking, this child hasn't seen him for a long time, and now he has got a big-budget male lead, so he is probably more excited.

Lin Feiyu said softly again: "Come on, let me toast my brother again."

I don't know how long it took, Song Ran's head gradually sank, and the wine glass in front of his eyes was doubled, and Song Qingshuang's cold voice as if hitting ice cubes was faintly heard in his ears: "Song Xiaoran seems to be drunk, let me take him back."

Lin Feiyu said lightly: "It's okay, I'll just take my brother back."

Song Qingshuang said impatiently: "You want to take him back to Bibo Lake? If he goes back there, he will have to drive to Song's house tomorrow to take care of my elder brother. It's too much trouble."

"I'll take him there." Lin Feiyu paused, and suddenly said urgently, "Brother seems to be in a lot of pain, Mr. Song, do you have sober medicine in the car?"

Song Qingshuang hesitated for a moment: "Give him some water, and I'll go get the medicine."

Song Ran listened to these conversations in a daze, and fell asleep without knowing it.

After Lin Feiyu sent Song Qingshuang away, he couldn't help but sneered, and then quickly set up Song Ran, went down from the elevator on the other side to the parking lot on the second floor, helped Song Ran into his black SUV, and went straight back to the parking lot. Bibo Lake Villa.

He carefully put the soft Song Ran on the sofa, then made a small cup of warm honey water, and slowly fed it into the other party's mouth, so that his brother would not be too uncomfortable tomorrow, but he would not wake up immediately.

Lin Feiyu looked down at the drunk-eyed person on the sofa, and many thoughts went through his mind.

In recent days, I have asked a lot of people on the sidelines, from Liu Qian, Chen Fatty to the bitch in the drug rehabilitation center, Liu Qian was very awkward and vague, Chen Fatty talked about him, and the bitch insisted When Song Xiaoran first saw Lin Feiyu, he offered to provide the rental information, and it was most likely with malicious intentions.

Everything showed that the information in that diary was completely true, but I was still sadly unwilling to give up, and wanted to ask my brother personally.

Song Ran lay on the sofa in a daze, feeling warm and sweet honey water being delivered to his mouth. He was very drunk, but vaguely knew that the other party was a reliable person, so he swallowed it with confidence.

After drinking the honey water, the sofa cushion beside him sank slightly, the other party seemed to sit down, and then gently hugged himself into his arms, Song Ran could feel the heavy gaze, that person was looking down at himself, but did not speak.

After a while, Song Ran heard a coaxing soft voice: "What's your relationship with Song Ran?"

what relationship?Song Ran blinked slowly, and tried to turn his head, but he was so drunk, his brain seemed to be an unoiled gear, and he couldn't turn it at all. He thought ignorantly, what is the relationship between himself and Song Ran?I am Song Ran, what "what relationship"?

He didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only keep silent. Seeing that he refused to answer, the other party coaxed softly: "Have you lived in Cuiwei Garden for a long time?"

Huh, he can answer this question.Song Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded with certainty: "Yeah."

The other party was silent for a while, then asked softly, "Do you live in the master bedroom?"

I am the master, of course I live in the master bedroom, otherwise where else can I live?Song Ran nodded affirmatively.

The man holding him was obviously breathing hard, and then reached into his clothes almost unbearably, gnashing his teeth and said: "Since you are sleeping in the same bed as Song Ran, has he ever touched your place?"

Song Ran flinched, feeling that he had fallen into an extremely weird dream. Someone tried to press him with some weird questions, such as whether he had touched his sensitive parts... Damn, this dream is so weird. Could it be that he was taking a bath? Don't you have to touch them every time?

He hesitated and refused to answer. The man seemed very angry, and he groped down a bit rudely. This body is very sensitive. After being drunk, he even lost his willpower when he was sober. Song Ran was groped by him. That kind of place, I just feel pain and discomfort, and while tossing him, that person forced him to ask those weird questions: "What about this place? Has Song Ran touched it before?"

Song Ran was so drunk that he didn't know how to answer. Is it strange to touch it while taking a bath?What did the other party do again, he couldn't help sobbing in a low voice, he only hoped that the other party would let him go after he answered, so he whispered: "...um."

The other party was silent for a moment, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Last question, Lin Feiyu looks a lot like that Song Ran, you adopted Lin Feiyu for this reason, right?"

When I noticed Lin Feiyu at first, a small part of the reason was because he resembled me... Song Ran admitted in a low voice, "Yes."

Following his slight "um", the man trembled suddenly, and then took a heavy breath. After a while, Song Ran heard a loud "crash", as if the other party smashed something hard, Song Ran Then I thought in a daze, what is broken?Is it the floor lamp next to the sofa?Or that giant antique vase?Wait, that thing is very expensive, why are you so careless?

Then, Song Ran heard the sound of "hissing" the fabric was torn, and at the same time his body was slightly cold. He was agitated and subconsciously wanted to kick the opponent hard, but soon he vaguely realized that the opponent seemed to be Lin Feiyu That little bastard, well, since I have made a decision, I have to work hard to adapt to this relationship...

Song Ran barely suppressed the urge to struggle, and let the other party kiss him brutally and eagerly. He even resisted the extreme embarrassment and discomfort, and relaxed his body as much as possible so that the other party could viciously violate him. The strange thing is that he That dazed tender indulgence infuriated the other party inexplicably. He didn't know why, but he could clearly feel it.