Dressed as a little bully's green tea attack

Ji Han also felt a little confused, the grandson of Kang Huai wouldn't please himself just because he lent him money, would he?That really gives me goosebumps just thinking about it...

Ji Han also felt a little confused, the grandson of Kang Huai wouldn't please himself just because he lent him money, would he?

That really gives goosebumps just thinking about it.

"Okay, don't look, hurry up and get out of here, the God of War General who is holding you." Ji Han picked up Yu Ming from the sofa, hugged the little rabbit from the side and stuffed him into his arms, and kicked him out .

Only then did he pick up his phone to look, and found that Director Liu had sent him many messages.

The general idea is that this matter has been settled, let him go to the crew to report tomorrow, negotiate a time, and see when the filming can start.

Chi Yuanming sat down beside him: "Are you really going to film?"

"Why, I can't go to filming?" Ji Han asked him back while shaking his legs.

Chi Yuanming didn't answer, he just felt that Ji Han was so confused that even if he was filming, he couldn't regain his popularity, so why did he do such a thankless thing.

"I know what you want to ask. I just want to find something to do, and I always feel," Ji Han looked at the colorful light curtain of the city outside the window, his eyes were a little empty, "My heart is very empty, I am like a rootless duckweed."

Chi Yuanming froze for a moment, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips tightly.Why isn't he not, since he came through the book, he always feels that he is playing a certain character every day.

Everything here seems to have nothing to do with him.

Ji Han withdrew his gaze, and suddenly looked back at him, his eyes were shining with an inexplicable light: "But I always feel that you can understand me."

Chi Yuanming also looked at him, and the two looked at each other, without speaking, but it seemed that their hearts were connected at this moment.

"Are you going to do it?" Ji Han slowly approached him, his thin lips parted slightly, and he could clearly see the dark red tongue rolling inside, with a deadly charm, making people's eyes blurred.

Chi Yuanming was almost bewitched by him, his throat twitched, and he suppressed the emotion in his heart, and pushed him away.

"Are you in estrus period?"

Ji Han chuckled, "I'm empty mentally, but I always want to be satisfied physically. You're so pretty, why should I hold back, I'm faithful to my desires."

"Unreasonable." Chi Yuanming's expression was light, but he was a little pleased by his casual boast.

The two were silent for a while, Chi Yuanming suddenly said: "I'm going out tomorrow, so I won't accompany you to the set."

Ji Han put his legs on the coffee table, tilted his head and thought for a while: "Okay. But you have to come pick me up when it's over."

"En." Chi Yuanming glanced at his eye-catching long legs, got up and went back to the room.

Open the file on the phone, it contains the information about Tiansheng Group sent by Yan Liang at noon.

Looking carefully, he couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly.It seems that Tiansheng is really going to die this time, that's just right, he will be the last Dongfeng.

next day

When Chi Yuanming went out, the people in the next room hadn't woken up yet.

However, Ji Han put the car keys and bank card on the table, and left a note for him to spend as he pleases, and come back after spending the money.

Chi Yuanming pursed his lips slightly and suppressed his smile.

He suddenly felt like being taken care of by the big boss.

He took his things and went out, and came to a high-end cafe as agreed, where Yan Liang was already sitting.

But there was another person beside him.

"A Ming, hello." Song Wei took a sip of milk, and the white milk stains covered his mouth, looking a little playful and cute.

Yan Liang quickly took out a piece of paper and handed it to him: "Wipe it."

Song Wei took it shyly, blushing and said: "Thank you."

Looking at these two people, Chi Yuanming looked weird, he felt that he came at the wrong time.

"Didn't you send him home last night?" He gestured to Yan Liang with his eyes.

Yan Liang covered his head with the document, separated Song Wei, and said in a low voice, "He won't leave."

"..."

"Let's get down to business, here are the documents." Yan Liang handed over the documents in hand, "Currently Tiansheng is fighting for a real estate project, if they get it, Tiansheng is very likely to be resurrected from the dead."

Chi Yuanming's slender fingertips slid across the page without raising his head: "Then let them not get it."

"But they are already negotiating. The real estate project is under the name of Dongcheng Group. I'm afraid it will be finalized in a few days." Yan Liang felt that this matter was a bit tricky.

"My family." Song Wei looked at them with blinking eyes.

"??" Yan Liang was confused.

Song Wei took another sip of milk and said bluntly, "It belongs to my family. The Dongcheng Group is run by my family."

As if he was afraid that the two of them would not believe it, he repeated it on purpose.

Chi Yuanming and Yan Liang looked at each other.

Good guy.

"Well, can you help us, the real estate project is very important to Ming." Yan Liang took another piece of paper and handed it to him.

Song Wei took it, smacked his lips, and was a little embarrassed: "But, I just finished arguing with my father, and he won't listen to me."

"Why are you arguing?" Yan Liang propped his head on one hand, looking at the little angel.

He likes to listen to Song Wei's speech very much, the voice is soft like the wind in spring and March passing through his heart, itchy and gentle.

And when he was talking, his thin lips moved, revealing two cute canine teeth, and his eyes would look at people eagerly, like a bunny, and Yan Liang's heart melted at the sight.

"Because my father wants me to go home and manage the company, but I don't like it. I only like painting. I want to open a studio, not manage the company." Song Wei lowered his eyes and looked sad.

"Your father is too cruel, how can you let an angel do this kind of thing, what you need to manage a company is skill and ability, but anyone who has been in the mall for a few years will become more or less secular. Your father doesn't love You." Yan Liang finished in one breath.

Song Wei's fair face gradually turned pink, and his watery eyes were misty, looking like he was about to cry or not, it was extremely wronged and made people feel distressed.

"You nonsense, my father loves me very much." His voice was a little hoarse.

Under the table, Chi Yuanming kicked Yan Liang violently, looking at him with murderous eyes.

It's okay to talk nonsense, it's all right now, things can't be discussed, and people have to be coaxed.

Yan Liang was also a little anxious, he was in a hurry, and it took him a long time to take out a candy from his pocket and hand it to Song Wei: "Your father loves you very much, don't believe me, eat the candy quickly."

He peeled off the sugar coating and stuffed it directly into Song Wei's mouth.

"I'm fine. Maybe I've been different from others since I was a child, so I'm more sensitive." Song Wei slurped the candy in his mouth, and his words were a little slurred.

"Actually, I have always been in poor health, so I have been studying at home since I was a child. I only went to high school for two years. I met Hanhan and the others. I have no other friends. I just paint at home all day. My dad has feelings for me. It's very complicated, he doesn't want to put pressure on me, but at the same time he looks forward to my success. I know it all, but I can't help it."

Song Wei spoke slowly, while Chi Yuanming and Yan Liang listened quietly.

No wonder the first time I saw Song Wei, I felt that he seemed a little ignorant of the world.

It turned out to be a canary raised at home.But it's also kind of cute.

"It's okay, your dad must be thinking that when he gets old, you can take over the company independently and live a good life alone in this world."

Yan Liang touched his head, the soft brown hair tickled his palms.