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As the night fell, the melodious piano sound flowed in the hall of Lin's house, and there was a lot of clothes and laughter.

Lin Feiyu was the host of this charity dinner, but he was a little absent-minded. After entertaining a few important guests casually, he hid in the corner of the banquet hall, sitting on the small sofa and lost in thought.

In the past few days, his mental state has become even worse, and he has suffered from insomnia almost all night. He really can't figure out why he invited that man to a charity dinner for no reason, and he can't help but think over and over again what the man said A few words are simply wrong.

Perhaps because of insomnia and irritability, Lin Feiyu felt his temples began to throb and hurt again. He rubbed his temples vigorously, took a glass of champagne and drank it down.

At this time, he heard a flattering voice: "Boss Lin, why are you here alone?"

Lin Feiyu narrowed his eyes lightly. The voice was vaguely familiar. It seemed to be Zhang Hai, the famous local snake developer, from whom he forcibly snatched the commercial land in Huaiyang District.

At the land auction back then, this Zhang Hai was furious, and even threatened to "see some blood" on himself, but recently his capital chain seemed to be broken, and his whole person became gloomy again.

Lin Feiyu said lightly: "Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Hai laughed: "Why, can't you chat with Boss Lin if you have nothing to do? Xiaomei, don't you rush to toast Boss Lin?"

A soft male voice said: "Lin is always a busy person, it's rare to have the opportunity to see you, I offer a toast to Mr. Lin."

Lin Feiyu kept his composure, and he already understood most of it in his heart. This little eyebrow should be a starlet brought by Zhang Hai. Zhang Hai is very lustful. , Now his capital chain is about to break, so he brought the little star to please himself.

Xiaomei said softly: "Boss Lin?"

Lin Feiyu didn't bother to talk to him, and drank champagne to himself.

There was only a "pop", it seemed that Zhang Hai patted Xiaomei's buttocks: "Xiaomei, why are you staying here with me? Why don't you sit down and accompany Mr. Lin!"

Lin Feiyu smelled a sweet perfume, and then the sofa beside him sank suddenly: "Boss Lin, I would like to offer you a toast."

He just felt sick for a while, didn't want to say anything, just drank in silence.

After a while, Zhang Hai tentatively said: "Boss Lin, you promised me before that as long as I voluntarily give up that piece of land, you will give me a low-interest loan. I am a little tight now, can you..."

Lin Feiyu said coldly: "Zhang Hai, what I'm talking about is taking the initiative, moving, giving up, and giving up, not being forced out after raising the price with me for a long time at the auction."

Zhang Hai was silent for a moment, then sneered and said, "Mr. Lin is so terrific in his work, didn't he ever think about 'being a human being, so we can meet each other in the future'?"

Lin Feiyu didn't bother to answer him, so he just twitched the corners of his lips expressionlessly, the meaning was extremely obvious - who the hell are you?

He drank a few more glasses of champagne, and felt a little dizzy at this moment. He didn't want to appear a little drunk in front of Zhang Hai, so he stood up and said lightly, "I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

After Lin Feiyu finished speaking, he stopped talking to Zhang Hai, turned around and walked towards the escalator. He was a little dizzy, but fortunately this was Lin's house, so he found the escalator based on his memory and walked slowly to the second floor.

There are 22 steps in total, one, two, three... He counted the steps in a daze, and vaguely heard a voice not far away: "It tastes good."

In the past, when I made delicious food myself, my brother would say the same...

"It tastes good." Song Ran ate the ice cream scoops dug by Wu Xiaoyun with relish, "Xiaoyun, don't worry about me, since you're here, let's get to know a few more people, the boss of Huiming Investment is very good, her husband After she died, she started from scratch and is a solid and reliable strong woman."

Wu Xiaoyun took a deep breath: "Well, then I'll go over and have a chat with her, Brother Ran, be careful."

Song Ran laughed: "I am a big man staying here to eat the buffet, what danger can I have? You hurry over there."

Wu Xiaoyun pouted and said, "Brother Ran, I regret letting you dress up so nicely. What if I don't meet Bai Fumei, but are coveted by bad guys instead?"

"Go, go, covet your size!"

After Wu Xiaoyun left, Song Ran shook his head amusedly, and put another South American prawn and some tropical fruits on the plate, intending to take it aside and eat slowly.

A few dandies came over, the leader was dressed in colorful fashion cards, his face was barely handsome, but there were two big dark circles under his eyes, he looked like a nightclub player: "Little beauty, alone ?”

"..." It was so vulgar, Song Ran had goose bumps all over his body.

He has a lot of experience, and his personality is very calm. Of course, he will not panic or be shy, but he also feels disgusting and very speechless.

It's all because of the beige casual suit that the girl Pianzi chose for herself, and this slightly long gentle hairstyle. He was already too delicate, but with such a dress, he looks like a cute and pitiful little white flower. No wonder This gang of dandies was recruited.

Song Ran couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only say a few perfunctory words, but the more he perfunctory, the more energetic those young people were, Song Ran didn't want to be rough or disturb others, if everyone used to look at the poor little white flower Looking at him in the eyes, he might as well hit him to death.

The leading young man laughed and said, "Huh? Why isn't the little beauty talking?"

Song Ran secretly rolled his eyes, put the plate into the opponent's hand, and said with a slight smile: "Excuse me, please help me get some sashimi, I'll go to the bathroom, and I'll be back later."

When he smiled like this, the other party was stunned for a moment, and Song Ran took the opportunity to turn around and go up the stairs.

Compared with the bustling lobby on the first floor, the second floor is much quieter. The corridor is covered with a thick dark red carpet, and there is almost no sound when walking.

Song Ran walked a few steps, and suddenly heard a "meow ~", a fat big black cat jumped down from a huge vase very lightly, and ran forward.

It ran for a few steps, then stopped and turned around, looking at Song Ran with a pair of green eyes, and impatiently "meow ~", as if urging the other party to follow quickly.

Song Ran was stunned for a moment, and followed him involuntarily.

The big black cat led him to turn left and right, all the way to the end of the corridor, and then it squatted obediently in front of the door of the room at the end, looking at Song Ran with those round green eyes: "Meow~ "

"You want me to go in?" Song Ran walked over suspiciously.

The big black cat affirmed: "Meow ~"

Song Ran looked up at the heavy bedroom door, feeling undecided for a moment.

At this moment, a slight groan came from the room: "Um..."

The voice sounded very painful, as if it was sick, and the black cat let out another low cry: "Meow~"

Song Ran hesitated for a moment, and knocked lightly on the door: "Is there anyone in there? Do you need help?"

No one answered.

Song Ran thought for a while, opened the door carefully, and walked in on tiptoe. The big black cat squatted obediently at the door and did not follow in.

The room was dark inside, and the thick velvet curtains were hanging tightly, completely blocking the moonlight outside. Song Ran fumbled to turn on a floor lamp, and then couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

The dim light of the floor lamp illuminated this spacious and luxurious bedroom. A tall and tall young man was lying on the big bed in the middle. It was the protagonist of this dinner party - Chairman of the Song Group, Lin Feiyu.

Song Ran frowned slightly: "Boss Lin?"

Lin Feiyu didn't respond at all.

Song Ran hesitated for a moment, and walked lightly to the bed, only to see Lin Feiyu lying on his back on the big bed, throwing the expensive suit jacket on the ground casually, and throwing the pair of brown sunglasses aside, with dark and slender eyelashes drooping densely. As he spoke, his handsome face was blushing, and he was tugging at the collar of his shirt with one hand in a daze. He looked extremely uncomfortable, and he looked quite drunk.

This was the first time Song Ran saw Lin Feiyu without sunglasses. He stared blankly at the man on the bed, and suddenly felt a very strange sense of familiarity.

In less than a moment, he discovered where this weird sense of familiarity came from - Lin Feiyu and the former CEO of the Song Group, Song Ran, looked very similar, but their temperament was different, and that Song Ran looked steady and calm However, Lin Feiyu showed his sharpness.

Well, they look so similar, maybe they are relatives, cousins ​​or something.

Song Ran didn't think too much, he hesitated for a moment, turned around and wanted to leave the bedroom, but the hem of his clothes suddenly tightened, and he was grabbed by the person on the bed.

Lin Feiyu pinched the corner of his clothes tightly, and whispered softly with a vague nasal voice: "Brother..."

elder brother?

The moment Song Ran heard this word, Song Ran's heart skipped a beat. For a moment, he almost felt goosebumps, and his mind went blank. The familiar headache came up again. It took him a long time before he managed to regain his senses, and gently pulled the corner of the clothes out of the opponent's hand.

Lin Feiyu should be calling that Song Ran, who looks so similar, probably really a cousin.

"Hmm..." Lin Feiyu frowned fiercely after losing the corner of his clothes, and groped the air blankly with his slender fingers, as if looking for the corner of the clothes that suddenly disappeared.

He tried his best to grope for a while, but he still couldn't find anything. Suddenly his mouth shriveled, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if he was about to cry.

Song Ran: "..." As for it? !

He could have ignored Chairman Lin, who was horrible when he was sober, and who was crying when he was drunk, and turned and left the bedroom directly, but for some reason, he felt as if roots had grown under his feet, and he couldn't move. At this moment, he I saw a can of milk powder on the opposite table.

By the way, drunk people can drink milk!

As for why there is a can of cheap supermarket milk powder in the bedroom of the chairman of the Song Group, Song Ran didn't have time to study it at this time, he went directly to pick up an empty glass, scooped up three full spoonfuls of milk powder, and then Subconsciously scooped up two spoonfuls of white sugar and made a cup of warm sweet milk.

He returned to the bed, helped Lin Feiyu up with one hand, and held hot milk in the other, coaxing softly, "Boss Lin, drink something."

"Hmm..." Lin Feiyu twisted reluctantly, her beautiful eyebrows were frowned tightly, and a muffled murmur sounded from her throat, as if she was very dissatisfied with this sentence.

Looking at his awkward look, Song Ran couldn't help being amused, and then a little worried. The moody Chairman Lin looked like a child when he was drunk. He probably needed his brother to coax him, but unfortunately his brother has changed. Became a vegetable.

Song Ran kept silent, Lin Feiyu pursed his lips, and whispered in an aggrieved voice: "Brother..."

At this moment, Song Ran was holding a cup full of hot milk in one hand, and supported the drunken and coquettish Chairman Lin with the other hand. How to coax him, bit the bullet and said: "Uh, Fei Yu, I'm drinking milk."

Lin Feiyu's expression softened a little, and he hummed a few more times, but he still refused to open his mouth, as if he was not particularly satisfied.

Song Ran racked her brains, and said tentatively: "Xiao Yu, I'm drinking milk."

Hearing this address, Lin Feiyu seemed to be finally satisfied, her delicate nose fluttered slightly, and made a muffled hum, then slowly moved over, obediently bit the rim of the cup, and drank the milk in a "snoring, slurping" manner. It looked like a cat.

Uh, it looks like I got it right, Chairman Lin's elder brother really called him "Xiaoyu".

Lin Feiyu held Song Ran's hand, drank the full cup of sweet milk, lowered his head and sniffed Song Ran's neck, and finally let out a satisfied "um", then fell back on the big bed with a "plop", snoring fell asleep.

Holding an empty glass, Song Ran stared at President Lin who was sleeping soundly on the bed, feeling that he was simply a psychopath.

Originally, he just wanted to get rid of those dandies, and was looking for the bathroom by the way, but was lured into Lin Feiyu's bedroom by that fat big black cat, and even fed President Lin a glass of sweet milk?Why does he do these things?

Song Ran shook his head speechlessly, put the empty cup on the bedside table, turned and left the bedroom.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, he bumped into someone head-on.

"Oh, why don't you look at the road!" The other party yelled in surprise. It was a delicate young boy with traces of rouge and powder on his delicate face, holding a snow-white hot towel in his hand.

The boy didn't look like a person from the Lin residence, nor did he look like a guest, Song Ran couldn't help but looked at him suspiciously.

The other party rolled his eyes, and quickly explained with a charming smile: "Boss Lin is drunk, and Boss Zhang asked me to come up and take care of him."

"Oh, that's it." Song Ran vaguely understood something, although there was nothing strange about this kind of thing, but he felt a slight discomfort for no reason.

He watched the boy push the door in, shook his head slightly, tried his best to get rid of the weird uncomfortable feeling, and went downstairs directly.

He didn't want to meet those dandies before, and felt that his mind was a bit messed up, so he didn't go back to the banquet hall, but walked out through the back door, and slowly walked along the soft lawn to the shore of Bibo Lake.

Bibo Lake is very quiet at night, the lake is covered with a thin layer of white mist, and the mist flows slowly in the air, like a layer of translucent veil.

Song Ran walked along the lakeside for a while, and suddenly saw a large clump of wild roses in front of her, blooming beautifully under the hazy moonlight. Song Ran remembered that Wu Xiaoyun was making decorative dried flowers for the bookstore recently, so she thought about picking two.

As soon as he walked over, the dense flowers suddenly rustled twice, as if there was someone inside.