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Song Lai really didn't leave that night, but he refused to sleep on the bed, insisting on occupying the sofa and refusing to give it up to Fang Yan. Fang Yan was amused by his serious appearance.

When Fang Yan smiled like this, Song Lai's face became hot.

Fang Yan is very good-looking, which Song Lai realized when he first met him.

At that time, Fang Yan hadn't fully grown yet, and still had the youthful innocence. The hair that reached to his ears made him look a bit gloomy, but he was still pretty.

Especially when he smiles.

Looking at Fang Yan in front of him, Song Lai unconsciously lost his mind.

"I've washed it. You can wash it. Do you want me to get you a set of my pajamas?"

Fang Yan's question brought Song Lai back from the past, he shook his head, "I washed it."

Fang Yan's hands paused, and he turned around to stare at Song Lai with malicious intentions, his eyes seemed to want to swallow Song Lai alive.

"Brother, didn't you plan long ago not to go back tonight?"

Song Lai choked on what he said, and waved his hands again and again, "Don't think too much! I'm showing respect! It's a kind of politeness!"

Fang Yan liked how nervous and cute he was, so he took two steps forward and took out a set of pajamas from the closet, walked over and handed it to him, "Didn't you sweat just now, here you are, I haven't worn this set."

Song Lai lowered his head and sniffed. Although there was no smell, he was indeed sweated by Fang Yan's back and forth just now, but he felt that it was inappropriate to take a bath here. Just as he was thinking about how to refuse, a set of pajamas was stuffed into his arms. .

"Go, I'm sleepy."

Song Lai couldn't refuse anymore, picked up his pajamas and walked to the bathroom. After entering the bathroom, he found that this pajamas was of the same brand as Fang Yan's, but the color was different.

It turned out to be light blue.

Song Lai has always liked this color.

Song Lai's heart seemed to be scalded. He looked outside through the opaque frosted door of the bathroom, and could vaguely see Fang Yan's outline.

He stood not far from the door, as if he would come in if he called.

"Fang Yan?" Song Lai didn't know which muscle he had made a mistake, but he really yelled out, but he regretted it as soon as he said it.

Fang Yan, who was standing at the door, responded, "What's wrong? What else is missing?"

His voice sounded a little nervous and worried, and now he was lying on the door, and Song Lai could clearly see the color of his pajamas.

Song Lai's heart tightened, and his whole body began to soften.

"No, nothing.

I take a shower. "

After Song Lai finished speaking, he turned on the faucet, the sound of running water seemed to slide over his heart, and also washed away the little surprise and excitement that came from nowhere.

When Song Lai came out of the shower, he saw Fang Yan sitting on the sofa reading documents, with his legs crossed, he really looked like a high-ranking president.

Song Lai coughed softly, "Aren't you sleeping yet?"

Fang Yan looked back at him and saw that he was still standing at the door of the bathroom, so he waved to him, "It's okay, it's not a confidential document."

Song Lai still didn't move, "Put your things away, lest I see something I shouldn't see, and I won't be able to wash it off even if I jump into the Yellow River."

Fang Yan smiled, actually got up and put away those documents, and put them aside, "That's fine."

General Song Lai nodded, walked to the sofa and put away his clothes, then pointed to the bed, "Go to sleep, I'm sleepy too."

Fang Yan didn't give in, so he spread a thin quilt on the sofa for him, and talked to him while laying it down, "The fabric of this sofa is cold, your waist is bad, it's better to sleep on a layer, if you can't stand it at night, you can go to bed by yourself." Come on the bed."

Song Lai stopped fiddling with his clothes and didn't recover for a while.

Fang Yan didn't hear him, so he laid out the sofa and looked at him sideways, "Did you hear that?"

Song Lai took a deep breath and didn't move.

"How do you know I have a bad back?"

Song Lai had a back injury, which was the sequelae of a car accident, and he hadn't recovered from it for so many years, but even Ye Yuanhong didn't know about it.

Fang Yan saw his nervousness at the moment, and pretended to be relaxed, "Did you forget? During the summer vacation of the second year of high school, you went on a business trip to a neighboring city and took me and a few other children with you. On the way, you asked the driver to stop at the service area. Isn't it because of sitting for a long time, the back hurts."

Song Lai couldn't remember what Fang Yan said. If it wasn't for Fang Yan, he would have even forgotten that he still had back pain.

This injury has been engraved in Song Lai's bones, it is as normal as breathing, and it is never worth remembering by Song Lai deliberately.

Song Lai suddenly felt a little scared.

He straightened up and wanted to say something to Fang Yan, but he couldn't get the words out, so he calmed down and said, "Sleep, I'm sleepy."

Song Lai's sudden indifference made Fang Yan surprised and scared. He didn't say anything, turned on the bed, and turned off the light.

There was only a small dim lamp by the bedside left in the room. Fang Yan wanted to take a peek at Song Lai, but he could only see the back of the sofa.

"Fang Yan."

Song Lai called him.

"Ah."

"When the resort project in Manchester is over, our cooperation will be terminated."

Fang Yan's heart ached, and he was silent for a while.

Just when Song Lai thought he had fallen asleep, Fang Yan let out a soft "hmm".

Song Lai didn't sleep well that night, and when he woke up, he saw Fang Yan's face.

Song Lai thought he was still dreaming, but he didn't quite understand how the protagonist in the dream changed from the young Lu Yan to the current Fang Yan.

Song Lai squinted at Fang Yan in a half-dream, half-awake, maybe because in the dream, he boldly stretched out his hand to grab Fang Yan's face, and muttered, "They look exactly the same...how come their personalities are so different...strange... ..."

"Strange something."

Fang Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and grabbed the hand that was making trouble on his face.

Song Lai was stunned for a few seconds, and after realizing that this was not a dream queen, she backed away in fright, but was pulled back into her arms by Fang Yan.

"Fang Yan! Let go!"

"Why am I in bed!"

"Fang Yan!"

Fang Yan got a headache from being called, and rubbed his chin on Song Lai's head, "If you call me again, I will kiss you."

Song Lai froze and quickly shut up.

Fang Yan laughed quietly, enjoying the wonderful good mood early in the morning.

"So nice."

Song Lai vaguely felt that the way he talked to himself was a bit like talking to a puppy, but there was no evidence, which was weird.

Song Lai tried to push Xia Yan, but pushed him away.

"I...how did I come to bed?" Song Lai looked at Fang Yan's seductive eyes, afraid that he would not be able to control himself early in the morning, and asked him timidly.

Fang Yan supported his neck with one hand, and looked at him with a smile on his face, "I don't know, you should have climbed up by yourself."

Song Lai rolled his eyes at him, wanted to scold him, but finally held back, turned over from the bed to get his clothes.

Fang Yan just leaned on the bed and watched him, seeing his back and forth figure, seeing him busy, watching him poke his head out of the bathroom to talk to him from time to time, everything made Fang Yan's eyes sour.

He had been looking forward to this kind of life for too long, and after realizing it, he still felt that it was just a dream.

Before Fang Yan went to bed last night, Lin Shen had arranged for the media to go to Manchester. After Song Lai took care of himself, Lin Shen also sent a message saying that the media was already in place.

Standing at the door, Song Lai was suddenly a little nervous. He turned to look at Fang Yan behind him, his expression uncertain.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Song Lai hesitated to speak, Fang Yan asked.

Song Lai sighed slightly, "I'm just a little worried, afraid that the development of things will be different from what we imagined."

Fang Yan raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him, "Don't worry, I can pull him back if he strays."

"Go out, the media is waiting to shoot."

Song Lai took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he left, Fang Yan poked his head out with his back, watching him take the elevator and leave.

In fact, he was waiting for Song Lai to turn around.

Just haven't waited yet.

Song Lai went all the way to the parking lot and got in the car without daring to look around, and he didn't notice where there was a camera, but he chose to trust Fang Yan.

Back to the secret forest from Manchester, Song Lai felt uncomfortable, a bit like the panic after cheating.

Realizing his own thoughts, Song Lai laughed while standing in the elevator.

There were other employees in the elevator. Hearing Song Lai's laughter, everyone turned to look at him.

The manager of the personnel department always likes to joke, even with Song Lai, he can chat a few words. Seeing Song Lai's face is very good now, he jokingly said, "The general manager seems to be very happy today."

Song Lai was stunned for a while, and unconsciously licked his lips, "Is there any?"

The manager smiled and nodded, "I hope the general manager can be so happy every day."

Song Lai touched his face, feeling a little hot.

Song Lai went back to the hotel and started to work busy, and didn't have time to rest until lunch break.

While eating, Song Lai took out his personal mobile phone to look at it, and was startled by the message prompt.

The screen was full of messages from Fang Yan.

Song Lai looked around with a guilty conscience, and saw Ye Yuanhong looking down at the document, so he pushed back his chair and clicked on the message.

"Have you arrived at the company yet?"

"Have you had breakfast? The breakfast in our hotel is delicious. Would you like to have it together tomorrow?"

"I received a picture from the media, and it took a good picture of you."

"Want to take a look?"

"Do you see it?"

"not replying me?"

"I do not want to see?"

What followed was a picture of Song Lai getting out of the elevator.

"Forget it, I'll show you."

"Dinner together at noon?"

"I'll wait for your reply."

Song Lai couldn't help laughing at it.

He didn't know that Fang Yan was so free that he could send messages to himself all morning.

Song Lai is not a person who likes to read information, but he didn't feel irritated after reading this series of information.

Song Lai thought about it, and replied to him.

"I've read it, I've eaten it."

It came back almost every few seconds.

"My heart is so cruel.

I'm still waiting for you. "

Song Lai pursed her lips and smiled lightly, and replied, "Don't wait, goodbye."

Just as I was about to turn off the phone, it came back over there.

"When will we see you again? Tonight?"

Song Lai was speechless, shook his head, and poked his fingers on the keyboard.

"Work, don't disturb."

Song Lai deliberately waited for a while this time, but did not wait for a reply.

He stared blankly at the phone, seeing that 3 minutes had passed, but there was still no reply, he was a little concerned.

"Sir, what are you looking at so engrossed?"

Ye Yuanhong's voice made Song Lai get out of waiting. He turned off the phone, put it in a drawer, and said seriously, "It's nothing, it's just spam."

Ye Yuanhong opened his mouth, feeling strange but didn't say anything.

Song Lai didn't read text messages much before, let alone spam text messages.

And what kind of spam text could make him smile so happily?Ye Yuanhong was really curious.

The author says:

I don’t know if you think it’s sweet or not, but I already feel like I’ve fallen into a honey pot haha~

Brother Yan is very lively now, he can use any trick to chase his wife haha~ Brother Yan is mighty!I want to add chicken legs to Yange!

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