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

Song Ran paused slightly.

As if hearing his footsteps, a cold and indifferent voice sounded from the rose bushes: "Who?"

The voice was cold and pleasant, as if ice cubes were hitting each other, but there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Song Ran frowned and tried to recall, but she couldn't remember where she had heard this voice before.

He was contemplating when the large clump of delicate and beautiful roses suddenly started to rustle. A young man sat up from the bushes, pushed aside a few double-petaled roses that were about to bloom, and said impatiently: "Is there no one here?" Have I taught you? Don't disturb others' rest casually..."

Before finishing this sentence, the young man's eyes suddenly widened, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Song Ran looked at the other party suspiciously. It was a handsome young man of about 28 or nine years old. His complexion was white and his eyes were dark. A noble young master who grew up with a golden spoon.

At this moment, this indifferent and noble young man's eyes widened, even his pupils narrowed slightly, as if he had seen a ghost.

Song Ran's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

The young man didn't answer, just stared at Song Ran, his thin lips trembling violently, he seemed to want to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Song Ran looked at him and couldn't help muttering to himself, what exactly does this man do?A person hiding in the flowers at night, still showing this panicked look... Wait, is it a thief?But judging by his appearance and clothes, he doesn't look like him either.

Song Ran hesitated for a moment, coughed lightly and said, "Are you a guest? Why don't you go in? It's autumn now, and it's quite cold outside."

The young man stared at him, tremblingly said: "You, what are you talking about?"

Song Ran blinked and repeated it again.

The young man's expression was blank for a moment, as if he finally understood something. Those pitch-black eyes stared blankly at Song Ran, his chest heaved violently unconsciously, and the veins were exposed on his clenched fists, as if he was extremely excited and confused. pole.

He murmured: "You don't remember..."

Song Ran didn't hear what he was saying clearly. Although he was a little bit guilty in his heart, he still kindly reminded: "The dew is heavy at night, you will catch cold if you lie like this in the flowers."

"Well, the dew is heavy, the dew is heavy..." The young man subconsciously repeated Song Ran's words, as if he could not make up his mind. After a while, he slowly came back to his senses and asked tentatively, "You are also Lin Zhai Is it your guest?"

Song Ran smiled and said, "Well, my sister and I came here together. My surname is Song, and the single name is "Ran."

"Song Ran? Song Ran?" The young man chewed on the name, his expression extremely complicated.

Song Ran thought he had misunderstood, so he explained: "It's just the same name, not the former CEO of the Song Group. By the way, what's your last name?"

The young man's lips trembled slightly, and after a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "My surname is Song, too, and my name is Song Qingshuang."

Song Qingshuang?Song Ran was a little surprised, isn't this the Xiao Song CEO of the Song Group?It is said that Mr. Song was once the head of the Song Group, and now he still has a full 35% of the shares in his hand. He can be regarded as the number one figure in the Song Group. How could he lie alone by the lake? In the flowers?

He thought about it, and according to the gossip, there was some discord between Chairman Lin and Mr. Song. It seemed understandable that Song Qingshuang deliberately avoided Chairman Lin. As for Song Qingshuang's bewildered stare , It is estimated that I fell asleep in the flowers and got confused.

Although this reason is barely plausible, Song Ran still has some doubts in his heart, but the two are not familiar with each other after all, and it is inconvenient for him to ask questions, so he simply stretched out his hand and said simply: "Mr. Song, I have long admired you."

Song Qingshuang was stunned, and then hurriedly grabbed his hand, her slender fingers were icy cold, and her palm was actually a little sweaty.

Sensing the embarrassment and nervousness of the other party, Song Ran was slightly relieved. This little Mr. Song seems to be a shy person, and there should be no danger.

Song Qingshuang held Song Ran's hand, held back for a long time, and said dryly, "Jiu Yang."

Song Ran was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Mr. Song, why have you admired me for so long? You don't know me."

"Uh..." Song Qingshuang had nothing to say, she blinked her eyes at a loss, her snow-white face flushed slightly.The former CEO of the Song Group, who is still an important shareholder of the group, is at this moment speechless like a primary school student.

Song Ran always had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with this little Song, so he stopped running on him, changed the subject, and found a way for him to step down: "By the way, I run a bookstore called Black Cat Bookstore. , is near XX University Town, Mr. Song, if you have time, you can come and have a look."

"Black Cat Bookstore?" Song Qingshuang blinked, then asked in a low voice, "You...are you a native of Jiangcheng?"

"Oh, no, my sister and I came to Jiangcheng from the countryside four years ago."

"Four years ago..." Song Qingshuang repeated in a low voice, and then asked, "Where is the countryside?"

He asked again and again, although Song Ran felt that Mr. Song was inexplicably kind and didn't seem to have any malice towards him, but he was still a little vigilant, so he didn't mention Wujia Village, but recalled the remote place name on the fake ID card , replied perfunctorily: "Tuoyuan County, Luoshan City, South X Province."

Song Qingshuang carefully observed his expression, stopped asking other questions, and said instead: "I've been so bored recently, I just want to calm down and read some books. I'll go to your bookstore tomorrow, and then you can recommend some books to me. Is it a good book?"

Song Ran nodded and said, "Of course."

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"elder brother……"

In a daze, Lin Feiyu still wanted to continue acting like a baby. Every time he was sick or drunk, his brother would become gentler. Sometimes he would do that kind of thing with him when he looked pitiful...

"Well, it's hard, brother..." Lin Feiyu muttered aggrievedly, and subconsciously pretended to be pitiful while half asleep and half awake. In a daze, a sweet and greasy fragrance of powder came to his side, and then a warm towel began to gently Wipe his face.

What is the taste?It seems to be... the smell of powder?

No, it's not right at all, how did it change, it's not like this at all... When he was sick before, my brother would try his best to take care of him, wipe his face and body, but my brother didn't have such a disgusting smell, and my brother was not very good at it Taking care of people is always indiscriminate, and it is not so gentle and flattering at all.

When drinking milk just now, he felt very relaxed, very comfortable, almost satisfied, coupled with the surge of drunkenness, he couldn't help falling asleep, but at this moment, this blunt sense of disobedience made him anxious again , even extremely angry.

what happened?Why did it change?Where is my brother?Where is my brother?He wants a brother!

"Brother!" Lin Feiyu opened his eyes suddenly, and finally woke up.

There was still boundless darkness in front of him, and a soft voice said cautiously: "Boss Lin? Are you awake?"

This voice... This is the little star next to Zhang Hai.How clever Lin Feiyu is, he immediately understood that the person who wiped his face just now was this little star, and most likely Zhang Hai sent him to curry favor with him.

Lin Feiyu hated this kind of "plugging people" behavior very much, but at this moment he didn't have the intention to drive away this little star, because he felt a faint milky smell in his mouth.

Wasn't it just a dream?Someone really fed him milk?And this smell... is clearly the milk made by my brother himself.

Brother is back?

Lin Feiyu's mind was in chaos, his throat was dry, his ears were buzzing, and his chest was hot and cold. He panted involuntarily, and reached out to touch the pair of brown sunglasses on the bedside table. Immediately got up, he was going to find his brother...but he could no longer see, what should he do...

He didn't touch the sunglasses, but his fingers touched something cold, a glass cup.

Lin Feiyu immediately realized something, his whole body trembled slightly, he carefully picked up the glass cup, put it on his nose and sniffed it, then raised his head and drank all the little cold milk left at the bottom of the cup, carefully Savor carefully.

It's very sweet and has a very strong milk taste. It's exactly my brother's habit of making milk. Put more milk powder and more sugar. It's simple and rude.

The little celebrity seemed to feel that he had seized some kind of opportunity, so he hurriedly claimed the credit: "Mr. Lin, I heard that you can hangover with milk. I made you a cup of hot milk just now."

Let your mother's ass go!Shameless bitch!Lin Feiyu cursed directly in his heart. He came from a very bad background and was good at vicious swear words since he was a child. Although after decades of polishing, his words and deeds are now very elegant, but he is still extremely vicious when he curses in his heart.

The little star didn't know what he was thinking, and flattered him: "Boss Lin, is it good?"

Lin Feiyu had no expression on his face, and he had already greeted the eighteen generations of the other party's ancestors in his heart, and then he quickly forced himself to calm down, calm down, calm down, the most important thing now is to find out the origin of this cup of milk.

Thinking of this, he raised the corners of his lips, and said softly: "So it's the milk you made. I feel better, thank you. By the way, is there any sugar in the milk? Why do I think it's a little sweet?"

The little star hurriedly said: "No, no, no sugar, maybe the milk powder comes with it."

Lin Feiyu sneered secretly. He always hated sweet and greasy things. The only exception was the sweet milk made by his brother. When he lived in school, the classmate who had a crush on him imitated his brother and made a glass of sweet milk to try To please him made him sick enough at that time.

Later, he became a celebrity, and after he took charge of the Song Group, all the secretarial assistants around him knew that he hated sweet and greasy things the most, and he never even added sugar to his black coffee. Since Zhang Hai asked this little star to curry favor with him, Of course, I have carefully investigated my eating habits and know that I hate sweets.

He nodded and said with a smile: "Well, I hate sweets the most, and you did a good job."

The little star said happily: "Thank you, Mr. Lin. By the way, my name is Xu Mei, and I am an artist of Morning Star Entertainment. I have always admired you very much. I have watched your movies many times."

Lin Feiyu said hypocritically: "Oh, your name is Xu Mei, what a good name, it suits you very well. Have you seen my movie? Which one do you like best?"

Xu Mei was so excited that her voice was a little hoarse: "I like many of them. Mr. Lin, your acting skills are really great..."

Lin Feiyu chatted with him with a non-smiling smile, and then pretended to be casual and said: "By the way, when you came here just now, did you see any idle people? I seemed to hear someone in the room when I was half asleep and half awake. The sound of footsteps gave me a headache."

Xu Mei hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, I did see a person coming out of your bedroom just now."

Lin Feiyu felt ecstasy in his heart, but a very unhappy expression appeared on his face: "Someone came out of my bedroom? What does he look like? I'll ask the security to check to see if there is anything missing."

"Well, a beige casual suit, medium height, a little on the thin side, looks...ahem, just average, looks pretty poor."

Lin Feiyu patiently continued to talk for a while, and found that there was nothing more to say, and felt that the smell of makeup and powder was really disgusting, so he suddenly turned cold: "Okay, you go out."

Xu Mei was dumbfounded: "Boss Lin, don't you want me to serve you? I've already washed it..."

An unbearable malice surged up in Lin Feiyu's heart. This shameless bitch, who tried to pretend to be his elder brother before, and even wiped his face with a dirty towel wrung by his dirty hands, now fantasizes about having a further relationship with him, is simply shameless .

Lin Feiyu's temperament was originally extremely bad, and basically only Song Ran could control him. At this time, he didn't bother to hide his nature anymore, and laughed mockingly: "Zhang Hai thought he could exchange a low-interest loan for me by giving me something he fucked. What? Besides, you deserve to serve me? Go back and tell Zhang Hai that I know his company’s annual report data, and it’s hopeless, so go to jail.”

"Boss Lin, you, you..." Xu Mei trembled, "I just fed you milk and wiped your face..."

Lin Feiyu twitched the corners of his lips expressionlessly: "Oh, thank you so much. How about this, to express my gratitude, I'll call some bodyguards to come up and carry you out with drums and gongs?"

Xu Mei was silent for a moment in disbelief, and then ran out in a "deng, deng, deng" manner.

Lin Feiyu snorted coldly, too lazy to think about the shit Zhang Hai, the shit little star, and concentrated on thinking about the most important question at the moment-who made that glass of milk?Where exactly is that person?

Beige casual suit, medium height, slightly thin... Lin Feiyu clenched his teeth unconsciously while pondering carefully. Although he couldn't see, although there was no surveillance inside the Lin residence, although there were thousands of guests last night, But he can definitely find that person, for sure.