About the little thing about mutual gluttony

It is. ”

Song Rong pressed the start button, "Then why don't you watch it?"

"I... wait for you to see."

The childish tone of the voice broke Song Rong's defenses.

The plot of the movie is still as tight as before, and the details of the investigation are also remarkable, but Han Chengye sits aside, and even a good-looking movie loses its appeal.

"Chengye, Uncle Hua and the others have told you what kind of person Zhou Yong is?"

Han Chengye put down the takeaway, wiped his mouth with a tissue, thought for a while and said, "Young Master Zhou usually likes to go out to play, he is a standard rich second generation... His investment vision is not bad."

"Okay? Losing eight out of ten investments, is it still possible?"

Han Chengye scratched his head with his little paw, "This..." He was still a fledgling, and he couldn't say that the guest was a waste.

Song Rong smiled and said softly: "Okay, don't be afraid. There is nothing to worry about. I just want to tell you that if Zhou Yong asks you to drink at the dinner table tonight, you must say that you don't know how to drink, and In any case, don't drink alcohol."

Han Chengye remembered that Vincent said before that he could help Song Rong hold back the wine at the dinner table, but why didn't Song SIR let him drink?

Although his alcohol capacity is indeed bad.

But he believed that everything Song Rong said was reasonable, so he obediently said: "Okay, listen to Song SIR."

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10. Zhou Gongzi Dinner

Mr. Zhou's dinner was in a five-star hotel, and a private room was opened separately.

When Han and Song arrived, Zhou Yong's bodyguard was already waiting outside the door, seeing Han Chengye reaching out to stop him, "You can't go in."

Song Rong introduced, "He is my assistant, and he wants to assist me in explaining some problems in the project."

Several bodyguards looked at each other, and the two were put in together.

Wearing a golden suit, Zhou Yong was sitting at the main seat and smoking a cigar with his legs crossed. When he saw Song Rong's eyes glowing, he stifled the cigar, "Oh, little Rongrong, you really miss your brother."

Song Rong motioned Han Chengye to sit a little farther away, and the two of them sat face to face across the diameter of the round table from Zhou Yong.

Zhou Yong stood up, gathered the sides of the suit, hid his round belly, walked up to Song Rong and sat down, the salty pig's hand suddenly put his arms around Song Rong's waist, and pulled Song Rong into his arms, playing hooliganism Said: "Xiao Rongrong, brother, I am full of energy today, or else, like last time, you will release some pheromones for brother to smell?"

Han Chengye, who just wanted to make a good impression on the client he met for the first time, was completely stunned this second.

There was a buzzing sound in his head, his fists were clenched, and his blood was surging, but what dissipated faster than his fists was his pheromone. There was a sudden strong pressure in the room, and the Beta dog legs beside Zhou Yong trembled, and even Zhou Yong himself felt resentful. Yes, I looked around, not knowing where this sense of urgency came from.

In this gap, Song Rong pushed Zhou Yong away, moved the chair half a body, pressed Han Chengye's hand calmly, and whispered: "Don't be impulsive, this kind of person wants you to beat him. For this kind of It’s not worth keeping a record.”

"But..." Han Chengye was still panting, Alpha's pheromones made Song Rong very uncomfortable, so he said: "No more pheromones, put them away quickly. We are here to discuss business!"

Hearing Song Rong's words, Han Chengye acted like a puppy who received an order, but he was still young after all, and he was not very flexible in controlling the release of pheromones.

However, the pheromone without the bonus of anger lost the sense of urgency. Zhou Yong was a little surprised. Looking at the people in the room, he couldn't believe that the iron-faced fool next to Song Rong could have such pressure.

But what if it is true?Who is he, Mr. Zhou?

Who doesn't know who doesn't know?

Can a fledgling stunned young man be his opponent?

There is no need to pay attention to it at all.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yong was full of confidence, and greasy said: "Xiao Rongrong, long time no see, do you miss your brother? My brother has always missed you." After speaking, he stretched out his hand, wanting to rub Song Ronggou's arms again.

Song Rong dodged it calmly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, the business we talked about last time was very profitable and exceeded expectations. Here is the forecast report and contract renewal for the next quarter. have a look?"

Han Chengye handed the file to Song Rong, Song Rong opened the folder, and handed it to Zhou Yong respectfully.

Looking at the densely packed English letters on the A4 paper, Zhou Yong was stunned for a moment, then coughed and winked, and the dog leg behind him took the document.

"Xiao Rongrong, can I still not trust you? This small business is just a drizzle. I have to call you this time. There is something special." After Zhou Yong finished speaking, he stretched out and took four gold rings With his right hand, he touched his pomaded oily head, "I have a real estate investment project in my hand, and I want to borrow money for fund entrustment. I have the preliminary contract in my hand."

The dog leg immediately put the stapled contract in front of Song Rong.

Zhou Yong spoke in an official tone and said in a condescending tone: "Tell me, look at this, what should I do."

Song Rong pretended to be surprised, "Oh, I have to take a good look at this." After speaking, he took the contract very seriously and read it.

Han Chengye also got a copy of the contract. The contract was very short, except for the cover, the entire contract was only three pages.

The whole contract is very unprofessional and not rigorous. What should be clearly written is not clearly written. There are loopholes visible to the naked eye everywhere. Even passers-by who don't understand the market at all may find things that cannot be explained.

The only basis and profit point for the entire contract is to rely on the fact that the purchased old city will be divided into school districts after being divided into districts.

Once that piece of land is not included in the category of school district housing, all the money will be wiped out, and that piece of land will definitely become an unsalable unsold building.

Han Chengye glanced at Song Rong secretly, and found that Song Rong was taking notes very seriously, as if there were many things in the contract that were worth discussing, Han Chengye read it again, and became suspicious of himself.

Is he such trash?Can't even find a place to discuss?

Zhou Yong was very satisfied when he saw that Song Rong was looking at the contract very seriously, and even poured a cup of tea for Song Rong, talking loudly: "I really have a lot of ideas in this project, for example... this, The community has a unified plan for food delivery. After all, in our high-end community, the residents are very rich! Let's say hello to community group buying and express delivery..."

Han Chengye couldn't stand it anymore. Buying such a large piece of land for a project of several hundred million yuan, betting on a project that can't be divided into school district housing, and then worrying about how much each family spends on grocery shopping?

Song Rong on the side listened carefully to Zhou Yong's imaginative ideas, and even took notes.

Han Chengye had no choice but to bite the bullet and write a few words as notes.

"Mr. Zhou, I think it's very good that you have such an idea. Now the entire stock market, including futures, is in a bad mood. Every day, more than a dozen stocks are thunderstorms. In the past two months, there have been six But the real estate is booming all the way, the so-called time makes a hero, maybe now, just the right time, and you just happen to be that hero.”

Song Rong's words lifted Zhou Yong to the sky, and the thick-skinned city wall felt a little embarrassed.

"Friends! Friends! Song Rong, I knew it, you know me best!" Zhou Yong slapped his thigh and said angrily, "Just...that old man in our family doesn't believe me, he just refuses to give me money. But it made me anxious. But it’s okay..."

Zhou Yong leaned his chair closer to Song Rong, Han Chengye was about to say something when Song Rong stepped on his foot.

"Then, can you sign this contract today?" Zhou Yong looked at Song Rong, his eyes seemed to see pink banknotes flying in the sky.

"This..." Song Rong was very embarrassed, "Young Master Zhou, you know that I don't have much say in the company, even that Angela can overwhelm me. I think I still need to take the contract back Have a meeting and discuss it."

After hearing this, Zhou Yong's expression changed, and he stood up with a groan, and his tone returned to the rogue tone before, "Song Rong, what do you mean? First you praised me and gave me hope, and now you hit me with a stick. Dead? Do you think I'm a fool on the first day you come out to play?"

The chair was kicked on the ground, Zhou Yong stretched out his thumb to himself, "My father has such a large amount of investment entrusted management in your hands, and there are many other businesses to take care of, no matter what, he is also your big customer Now. Why are you not giving me face now that I am a fledgling? "

"Where is it, what are you talking about." Song Rong hurriedly filled himself with white wine, "If I make a mistake, I will punish myself with three glasses, and it will be regarded as an apology."

Seeing that Song Rong drank three glasses of white wine in a row, Zhou Yong smiled and said, "Okay, since Xiao Rongrong likes drinking so much, let's drink more." After speaking, he put a whole bottle of white wine on Song Rong before.

"This Moutai is hard currency now, don't waste it, come! Give it all!"

Han Chengye watched Song Rong drink a cup of white wine, trembling with fear.

One cup, two cups, three cups...

Just when a bottle of Moutai was about to bottom out, Song Rong's center of gravity suddenly lost balance. Han Chengye supported him, and found that the person in his arms was resisting the urge to vomit, "Song SIR..."

Zhou Yong shook the bottle, sneered and said, "What? Xiao Rongrong won't give me face?"

Song Rong shook his hand at Han Chengye, signaling that he was fine.

He used to train himself to drink, and was almost sent to the hospital for alcohol poisoning, and finally managed to drink a bottle of liquor.But that's only if you're in good shape.

Before, he asked Han Chengye to buy inhibitors, saying that his days were coming, which was actually true.

The disorder of pheromones in his body reduced the speed of his body's secretion of anti-alcohol enzymes. In such a situation, he drank a bottle of white wine forcibly, and he couldn't stand up anymore, so he could only sit back on the chair.

Seeing Song Rong forcing himself to drink, Han Chengye felt very distressed for a long time. Seeing that Song Rong was unwell, he immediately moved the chair halfway over and patted Song Rong's back, "Sir Song, are you okay, do you want to drink first?" Some water?"

Han Chengye's concern made Zhou Yong raise an eyebrow. At first, he thought that this kid was just a soy saucer, but he was sincere in his affection for Song Rong, and Song Rong did not reject his concern. Unavoidably, there is a kind of anger that the prey is touched.

He could see and touch Song Rong, but he couldn't eat it.

In the words of Mr. Zhou, a tool person who can make money is far more valuable than a lover.

As long as Song Rong can help him earn money for a day, Mr. Zhou will never allow Zhou Yong to do nothing.

But Zhou Yong just can't understand Song Rong's gentle and gentle appearance, but rejects others thousands of miles away. If such a person is violated|offended, what kind of lust|erotic appearance will he look like?

"Oh, I didn't notice just now, it turns out that Xiao Rongrong brought a child with her." Zhou Yong walked behind Han Chengye, and pressed Han Chengye's shoulder with his hand with four gold rings, "Where did this child come from? Introduce yourself?"

Han Chengye stood up and stretched out his hand to Zhou Yong, "Young Master Zhou, this is the first time we meet, my name is Han Chengye."

Zhou Yong's stature belonged to the absolute pocket size in Alpha. Seeing Han Chengye who was half a head taller than him, he could only be forced to raise his head, and his momentum was instantly suppressed. He coughed twice, put Han Chengye's hands aside, and sat down directly. down.

Han Chengye withdrew his hand, walked to the other side of Song Rong and stood, blocking Zhou Yong.

This small thought was caught in Zhou Yong's eyes. Zhou Yong raised his legs and played with the lighter in his hand, "Yo! What's your surname Han? You can't be... that Omega daughter of Han Jingshan, right?"

Han Chengye knew that Zhou Yong deliberately belittled Han Xiuyuan, but he was not a person who didn't know how to measure, so he said politely: "I am Alpha."

"Alpha." Zhou Yong snorted coldly. In fact, judging by his height, he could only be Alpha.But Zhou Yong still said in a strange way: "Alpha's drinking capacity is always good."

Han Chengye remembered Song Rong's confession that he must not drink alcohol, and was about to speak when Song Rong came back to his senses and made a relief: "Mr. Zhou, he is a child and doesn't know how to drink. If you want to drink, I will accompany you."

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11. Manage dog privileges

Zhou Yong was standing obliquely, with his hands in his trouser pockets, the shirt on his arm was rolled up to his elbows, but the sleeves of the golden suit were not rolled up together, instead hanging down at his wrist, without the matching suit with the shirt cuffs The sleeves appear nondescript.

"Your Song SIR is feeling so uncomfortable, why don't you help him?"

Han Chengye was still young after all, and he was caught in the trap, "What do you want?"

Seeing this, Zhou Yong laughed suddenly, poured half of the white wine on one side into the wine glass, then opened another glass of red wine and poured it in, and finally opened a bottle of rice wine and mixed it in.

The three wines were mixed together and turned a translucent deep purple.

Zhou Yong held up his wine glass and said to Han Chengye: "How about this, you drink this glass, and you don't need to drink your Song SIR's wine."

Han Chengye looked at the glass of dark purple wine and began to think.

He can drink a bottle of wine; rice wine is not much according to the amount Zhou Yong put in just now; he has never drank white wine, but there should be no problem, after all, the amount is the smallest.

The so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

"Okay, I'll drink."

Before Han Chengye picked up the wine glass, Song Rong blocked Han Chengye from behind, snatched the wine glass over, and said with an apologetic smile: "The child is ignorant, how did Mr. Zhou compete with him? I drank this glass of wine for him."

Song Rong obviously hesitated before drinking, but he just glanced at Han Chengye, then closed his eyes and drank the whole glass of wine.

"Okay! Little Rongrong has a good drinker." Zhou Yong was about to pour the wine after finishing speaking, when the dog leg sent a phone call and whispered: "Master, Nasdaq seems to be diving."

Zhou Yong's face turned pale immediately, and he didn't care about 21. After answering the phone and saying a few words, he left in a panic, completely ignoring Han Chengye and Song Rong who were still in the box.

"Sir Song, he's gone."

"Yeah." Song Rong covered his lower left chest, bit his lips, frowned, and there were fine beads of sweat on both sides of his forehead, "Go back."

Han Chengye packed up his things and helped Song Rong leave the hotel. Song Rong didn't speak a word all the way, but the trembling of his body and the gasping for air let people know that he was very uncomfortable.Not long after walking out of the restaurant, Song Rong's body softened and hung on Han Chengye.

The online car-hailing car arrived soon, Han Chengye picked up Song Rong and got into the car.

Song Rong was still conscious, but the alcohol anesthetized his nerves, making him unable to react in time and control his body. He leaned on Han Chengye, and had many educational things to say, but he couldn't say no because he couldn't control his brain to clear his mind. come out.

After a while, he could only say hoarsely: "You are not good...why are you disobedient?"

Why drink?It's a disaster.

White wine, rice wine, and red wine are fine to drink alone, but they cannot be mixed.Because their production processes and raw materials are different, the changes in different chemical components are easy to damage the nerves, and the damage to the liver is also very serious. If you are not careful, you will suffer from alcohol poisoning.

In a daze, Song Rong leaned on Han Chengye's chest, colorful lights were reflected outside the car window, his eyelids became heavier and heavier until he lost consciousness.

At the same time, in the Han family villa.

Han Xiuyuan warmed up the milk and brought it to Han Jingshan's study.Yu Man was sitting on the desk, with his slender legs dangling around, Han Jingshan also changed from his old patriarchal style, chatting and laughing with Yu Man, as if love gave him youthful capital again.

"Father, your milk is ready." Han Xiuyuan knocked on the door and walked in with the milk.

Han Jingshan seemed to be in a good mood today, and he didn't criticize the temperature and taste of the milk. Seeing this, Yu Man praised: "Xiu Yuan is really filial and sensible." She is always a smart person, and she knows how to talk and not do anything.

Han Xiuyuan didn't speak, but Yu Man found an excuse and left the study.

After Yu Man left, Han Jingshan was a little displeased, but he rarely said anything, as if holding back on purpose.

The eve of a storm is always peaceful. Han Jingshan has always been one-sided in this family, and he can hit and swear at people and lose his temper anytime and anywhere. His abnormality today surprised Han Xiuyuan.

The two talked about the company's business, but after a few words, Han Jingshan changed the subject and asked, "Your father, how are you?"

Han Xiuyuan's pupils dilated, and he said cautiously: "Father's condition...is still very unstable. The doctor told me last time that in order to benefit the condition, it's better not to run around."

"What's the rush to go home?" Han Jingshan had been holding his breath just now, but now he couldn't hold back anymore, and his voice became higher again, and he ordered in a commanding tone: "It's your father's birthday soon, and the family is reunited." It's a good thing to meet again. I've already told the hospital in advance, and I'll take him home after a physical examination in two days. "

As Han Jingshan said, he flossed his teeth and took another sip of milk, "When the time comes, remember to appease him and make him obedient. I asked the doctor. You can take more medicine so that you won't go crazy. gone."

Han Xiuyuan clenched his fists tightly. In the past, he would definitely ask: Dad is already crazy, and you are driving him crazy, what are you going to do with him!

Then in exchange for a severe beating to verify the authority of the parents.

But now, he has learned to behave.

Anger and questioning don't buy any answers or change any outcomes.

If money is the foundation of patriarchal authority, then only by destroying it can some people get the retribution they deserve.

"Father, I understand. I will appease Dad. However, I have another thing to report to you."

After receiving the submissive answer, Han Jingshan stretched his brows again, and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

"Chengye has been in the company for a while. He has no salary, so he usually has little money to use. But he is the heir of the company after all, and it may be really inconvenient if he doesn't have any money around him. So I think that the senior management of the company Two percent of the shares may as well be assigned to him now."

Han Jingshan nodded after hearing this, "You're right. I thought about it for a while, let him meet the uncles who have Omega children in the circle. If he looks poor, it's really not good. You Let's do it."

After Han Jingshan finished speaking, he opened the safe and took out all of Han Chengye's documents, including the household registration book and ID card.

Han Xiuyuan was taken aback, "You have been withholding all his documents?"

As soon as the words fell, Han Xiuyuan felt a chill on his back, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry father, I said the wrong thing."

Han Jingshan slapped his backhand, "If you can't speak, you got your tongue out! Is that the way you talk to your father!" Han Xiuyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I'm sorry father, I will pay attention to it in the future."

At this moment, Yu Man stepped in, holding a teacup and pills in his hand, "Oh, why are you arguing. Brother Jing, you can't get angry." After finishing speaking, he put down his things, and gave Han Jingshan a pat on the back.

Han Xiuyuan looked at the "old couple and young wife" in front of him so affectionately, and felt very ridiculous in his heart, and even wanted to vomit, "Father, please rest well, I'll go down first."

Back in the room, a video application popped up on the computer. After agreeing to the application, a middle-aged man was smiling happily, holding a small cake.

The hair on the man's sideburns was already gray, and the dark circles under his eyes indicated that he was not sleeping well due to neurasthenia.

"Xiaoyuan, Dad made it today, big cake, here, Xiaoyuan eats."

The inaccuracy of speaking and punctuating sentences implies that his logical thinking ability has not yet recovered.

"Really? Dad is amazing. Next time I come to the hospital, Dad will make cakes for me too, okay?"

Han Xiuyuan looked at the old and discolored man in the video, his eyes were moist. More than 30 years ago, his father was also in his prime, an Omega that many Alphas would never forget.

"Xiao Yuan, why are you unhappy?" The man in the video waved his hand, "The doctor said, no, you can't be unhappy, otherwise, you have to be sick like Dad. Xiao Yuan, don't be unhappy."

"No, Dad, I'm not unhappy. I'm just a little tired."

The man in the video put down the cake, and said aggrievedly, "Xiao Yuan, I'm busy with work, Dad doesn't bother me, Xiao Yuan, I'm working."

Han Xiuyuan closed the computer, took off his glasses, covered his eyes with his hands, and hid his tears.

Angela called, "General manager, there was a conflict between retail investors and short-selling institutions at the lighthouse, which caused Nasdaq to dive."

"I see. Song Rong is on a business trip, so I won't call the people in Group B. You can contact me and we will have a small meeting."

Han Xiuyuan wiped away his tears, put on his glasses, and used work to numb himself.

By the time the meeting ended, it was already 03:30 in the morning, and the stock market of the lighthouse had come to an end.

Han Xiuyuan unbuttoned his collar and entered private time in a relaxed manner.

After clicking on a hidden folder in the favorite corner of the web page, Han Xiuyuan entered the forum.

This forum is the largest paradise in the domestic financial circle, and only people in the circle will come in.

Everyone is either a colleague, a competitor, or an employment relationship, and it is also very pleasant to talk with.

However, as a member of this forum, Han Xiuyuan has a hidden identity - administrator.

This identity is his only pastime. Whenever he feels that life is too bitter, too tired, or too difficult, he will open the forum to find those posts that have been posted in violation of regulations, and after admonishing him, he will either ban his words or ban his account.

But he usually chooses to silence, because after the silence is lifted, the appearance of those who scolded the management dog jumping makes him very happy.

The forum is his little world, and he loves it.

Bitcoin has recently broken through $[-], so the Bitcoin sector has been very active in the past two days.

The mouse wheel slides down, and a hot-eyed question comes into view——

Question: Why does the person you like feel uncomfortable when you listen to it outside the door when you take a shower?

Han Xiuyuan didn't check the specific content, so he pulled the page to the bottom.

Piano on the 7st floor

Such problems should not be posted on the Bitcoin board, it is recommended to contact the moderator to delete the post.

After replying, Han Xiuyuan checked the background information of the anonymous user as an administrator. It was a newly registered trumpet, and the domain name was also random.

Right click to mute.

There's always been rubbish mixed into the forum lately, it's time to clean it up.

Tonight, the unhappy [Gangzhiqin] still maintains the order of the forum with the identity of a small policeman.

At the same time, Han Chengye, who was far away in the neighboring province, looked at his phone, "Hey! Why have I been banned again!"

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12. Help me get my pajamas

Song Rong drank too much, talking drunk while half drunk and half awake.

After a while, he gently reminded Han Chengye, "In the future, if you don't know how to drink, you must kill yourself if you don't know how to drink. You can't say that you know a little bit. You are still young and you are an Alpha. They won't force you to drink."

After a while, he said he was uncomfortable, and cried and wanted to take a bath, "If you don't take a bath, you will smell bad. Don't take a shower, but a bathtub. I want to take a bath."

There are showers in the hotel. I asked the front desk, and only the presidential couple room has a bathtub.

"Sir, the bathroom between the president and his wife has floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the night view. It costs [-] yuan a night. Do I need to apply?"

"..."

Han Chengye rushed to understand the wine and tea, and fed it to Song Rong. Song Rong spit it out, still crying and wanting to take a bath, and kept throwing Han Chengye's body with his weak hands.Han Chengye had never seen Song Rong like this before, so he panicked now.

According to the company's regulations... for business trips to neighboring provinces that do not exceed two days, the reimbursement expenses cannot exceed 2 yuan.

This worried Han Chengye to death.

Even if you pay for the president's couple's room out of your own pocket, can Alpha help Omega take a bath?

Song Rong hooked his neck with both hands and refused to let go, "I want to take a bath, I want to take a bath... It's so uncomfortable, I smell..."

Does the taste mean the taste of wine?Han Chengye remembered that Song Rong seemed to have a cleanliness habit.

Looking out of the window in desperation, there is a hot spring club opposite the hotel, and a small light bulb lights up next to Han Chengye's head.

The pool for mixed bathing is huge, about half the size of a basketball court.

Generally, those who come to mixed baths are old, weak, women and children who have received coupons. There are many people in the pool, just like eating dumplings.

"Sir, you are not allowed to go into the pool with your clothes on. You have to take off your clothes and change into the bathrobes we provided."

Han Chengye took Song Rong to the locker room. Song Rong sat on the massage chair specially provided in the locker room, her snow-white cheeks were blushing, her eyes were hazy, "Sir Song, can I change your clothes for you?"

Of course Song Rong couldn't answer him, Han Chengye didn't dare to face Song Rong directly, tilted his head, his hands were shaking like Parkinson's, and tried to undo the first button of Song Rong's collar, but failed halfway through.

Han Chengye didn't dare to undress Song Rong without his knowledge or awareness.

He is not the one who "we only need to have a clear conscience, what are others talking about?"

He's the one with "a guilty conscience".

Just when Han Chengye was struggling, Song Rong tilted his head and fell asleep.

"Song SIR? Song SIR?" Han Chengye yelled twice, and if he was granted amnesty, he thought to himself: If he fell asleep, he wouldn't be clamoring for a bath.

The staff of the hot spring club repeatedly reminded: "Sir, even if you didn't use the mixed bath for two that you paid for just now, you can't get a refund. If you leave now, it will be a default consumption."

It was twelve o'clock when we got back to the hotel, Han Chengye hugged Song Rong to bed, the paralysis of alcohol made Song Rong sleep deeply.All the bones in Han Chengye's body were about to fall apart.Even if Song Rong is an Omega, he is at least an adult male.

Holding such an adult male Omega around, any Alpha would be exhausted.

When Han Chengye hugged Song Rong, Song Rong was still very quiet, but as soon as he touched the bed, it seemed that some switch was turned on, twisting and turning like a small earthworm.Han Chengye then folded the quilt into an envelope, put Song Rong in it, and then wrapped another layer of quilt outside, and was surrounded by two layers of quilt, Song Rong could no longer move like the corpse.

At this point, Han Chengye finally breathed a sigh of relief. He boiled some hot water and put it aside for later use, then sat on the ground and took a nap beside Song Rong's bed.He didn't sleep well, and sometimes he felt like he had slept for a long time, and it took only 10 minutes to check his phone to see if Song Rong had twisted the quilt away.

At about three o'clock in the morning, Song Rong's cell phone rang suddenly. Han Chengye was startled, and found that "US stocks are closed" was written on the screen of the cell phone.

The time for the alarm to go off was every weekday, and Han Chengye felt a little distressed. When he went to see if Song Rong had covered himself with the quilt, he found that Song Rong had woken up and looked at him with his eyes open.

Han Chengye avoided his gaze, "Sir Song, do you want some hot water?" He touched the kettle, "Hot...the hot water is cold, I'll re-boil the kettle."

Song Rong lifted the second quilt, pressed his fingers on his temples, and was taken aback when he saw the sleeves, "Didn't I take a shower?"

Han Chengye, who was boiling hot water, almost dropped the lid of the kettle on the ground, "Well...you were very tired when you came back, and said...you want to sleep."

"Really?" Song Rong sat up and patted his head, "I need to take a shower."

Han Chengye closed the lid of the kettle anxiously, "Then...then I'll go back first."

Song Rong didn't take two steps, his feet softened, and his whole body fell to the ground, "Be careful!" Han Chengye showed the reflexes of learning roller skating, and took him into his arms.

"Chengye, don't leave. You can watch for me outside the door. If I am silent, you can take care of me."

Han Chengye recalled that some of his colleagues in the circle had drank too much alcohol during business trips, and as a result, he slipped and fell to the ground while taking a shower in the hotel. By the time the staff found out, he was already completely cold.

So he nodded, "Okay, I'm right outside the door, if you need anything, just call me."

Song Rong took his pajamas and went into the bathroom. Han Chengye stood outside the door. He heard the sound of water flowing in the bathroom, trickling into his heart sparingly.

Some charming pictures appeared in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what, he could control his body not to offend Song Rong, but he couldn't control his thoughts.

The sound of running water was getting louder.

Han Chengye took out his mobile phone, his account was still blocked, but the forum launched a new function, allowing him to log in to two or more accounts at the same time.After registering a new account on the spot, Han Chengye posted a question.

Question: Why does the person you like feel uncomfortable when you listen to it outside the door when you take a shower?

Specific description: Now my brain is very explosive and I am about to die. What should I do?

After the release, Han Chengye put down his phone. In fact, he didn't really want to get any answers. He just couldn't hide the secrets in his heart. When he was a child, he would always write the secrets he couldn't hide in his diary, but when he grew up, he was running around everywhere. , it is not suitable to take a notebook to write a diary.

After a while, Han Chengye took a deep breath, raised his arms and began to sing the group song in his heart. After singing three times, he finally calmed down.

Just after he thought he was invulnerable to all poisons, Song Rong's words knocked him back to his original shape.

"Chengye, the pajamas I brought in just now were spilled by me, can you bring another one in for me?"

The brain says, "No, my whole life and all my energies have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world..."

Mouth said: "Okay."

Han Chengye said to his brain: "Sir Song is what he says, you don't want to be online all day long!"

The brain said: "It seems that you have decided not to want me."

Han Chengye, who lost his brain, opened Song Rong's suitcase. Inside the suitcase were all kinds of shirts and suits neatly arranged. His light gray pajamas looked very dazzling surrounded by black shirts.

Han Chengye took out the gray pajamas, and found that they were inexplicably familiar, this pattern, this style, this feel... Isn't this the gray pajamas he didn't bring!

"Have you found it? It's the gray one."

"I found... I found it..."

"Then help me bring it in, it's cold."

Just as Han Chengye was about to open the door, in the blink of an eye, he thought of something very important, and withdrew his hand—Song SIR was taking a shower and wasn't wearing pajamas, wouldn't that be...

Thinking of this, Han Chengye rejoiced that he was thoughtful, if he went in recklessly, wouldn't he offend Song SIR!

Holding the pajamas and looking around, the shoe threader hanging behind the door caught Han Chengye's attention.

Han Chengye hung his pajamas and pajamas on the shoe threader, pinched the end of the shoe threader himself, pushed open the bathroom door with a small side seam, and then stretched the shoe threader where the clothes and trousers were hung.