You, teach me how to do things?

"Mr. Shang, what were you talking about just now?"

It's a pity that Xia Yuanling didn't hear the brief confession that rolled out of his throat.

Naturally, Shang Chuan is not interested in saying it again, his mind is in a mess now, and he feels that the world in front of him is spinning.

Xia Yuanling took him home.

Pour him a glass of water and let him drink it, whether it can relieve the hangover or not, it will be more comfortable. Speaking of which, Xia Yuanling learned this method from Shang Chuan.

His busy figure in the kitchen was engraved in Shang Chuan's blurred vision with a halo.

Shang Chuan leaned against the sofa, and he stretched out his hand to let his index finger touch the blurred phantom in his vision.

so good.

Xia Yuanling.

You still have years to fight.

You still have the will to hold on.

You still have youth to waste.

but me--

There are still three years to witness your brilliance.

but--

Why only three years...

Why didn't I set the marriage contract for a longer time, five or ten years, until you get used to me being by your side, and you can't do without me.

"Mr. Shang, get up and drink some water," Xia Yuanling brought water to him.

Shang Chuan got up, took the water glass, and took a sip of the cool water. His body felt a little more comfortable, and the burning pain in his throat was no longer there.

He rubbed his temples, then silently took a change of clothes to take a shower.

I deliberately adjusted the water temperature to be a little colder to wake myself up.

When the water flow took away the hot body temperature, Shang Chuan's consciousness gradually became clear. He began to blame himself for saying that to Xia Yuanling. Fortunately, the other party didn't hear him clearly, otherwise the relationship between the two would only become more embarrassing.He has always been confident and arrogant, but this time, he was afraid that Xia Yuanling would not like him.

That's right, a man like me who always puts on the airs of a feudal patriarch will only make Xia Yuanling feel constrained, how can he like it?

After he took a shower, Xia Yuanling stood at the bathroom door and waited for him, just like the second time they met, only this time their roles were reversed.

"Mr. Shang, are you dizzy? I'll blow your hair."

Xia Yuanling surrounded him like a little adult, taking care of him.Take a hair dryer and help him dry his hair.

The warm wind made me drowsy.

Shang Chuan leaned on Xia Yuanling's shoulder and gradually fell asleep.

Xia Yuanling turned off the hair dryer, slowly laid Shang Chuan flat on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Then put the hair dryer in the bedside table.

He returned to wash in the bathroom of his room, then changed into pajamas, and returned to Shang Chuan's bedroom again.

Close the door and turn off the lights.

The moonlight outlines his outline, and the pure desire is rippling in his eyes.

Tomorrow, I will tell Mr. Shang that he is pulling himself too tightly, and I am worried about his body.Putting the blame on drunk people and the slightest possible accident conceals his true intentions.

So you won't find out—

Xia Yuanling got into the quilt, leaned against Shang Chuan, hugged his arms tightly, and breathed against his body.

Like the lingering of clouds and wind.

Good night.

Someone I secretly like.

The next day Xia Yuanling woke up earlier than Shang Chuan, perhaps because he was too excited to be with Shang Chuan, he hardly had any deep sleep, he just wanted to wake up early and look at Shang Chuan's face.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but when he woke up, Shang Chuan's arm rested on Xia Yuanling's waist.

Xia Yuanling didn't care about these small details, and secretly moved into Shang Chuan's arms, wanting to sneak a kiss to Mr. Shang before he woke up.

But he was clumsy after all, and Shang Chuan was disturbed before the action was completed.

Shang Chuan unconsciously reached out and patted his butt: "Don't make trouble."

Not painful, but extremely insulting.

Xia Yuanling blushed suddenly, and wanted to find a hole in the ground to bury herself.

How could Mr. Shang be like this——

However, Xia Yuanling wanted to do it again.

Just when he was excited, Shang Chuan was woken up by him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a little furry head in his arms.

He subconsciously thought it was Xia Yuanling, so he called out, "Xiao Xia?"

"Yeah, Mr. Shang, you're awake!" Xia Yuanling stepped back a little, "You were so drunk last night that I slept next to you in case something happened to you."

The hesitation of the explanation is simply trying to cover up.

But Shang Chuan didn't react to the headache at the moment, Xia Yuanling said what he said, he withdrew the hand under Xia Yuanling's waist, got up and prepared to wash.

Xia Yuanling watched him enter the bathroom, and then immediately got into the quilt, reminiscing about the warmth of Mr. Shang's palm, feeling happy in his heart.

Mr. Shang touched his ass.

Hey hey hey.

He was just being silly all day long.

"Concentrate!" An Qian couldn't hold back and tugged Xia Yuanling, reminding him to concentrate.

They were discussing the script right now, how could Xia Yuanling work in this state.They all agreed to treat the role of Su Shenyan well, but they started going crazy on the first day of discussing the script.

Xia Yuanling shook his head to drive away those nasty thoughts, and then continued to discuss the script with everyone.

Shang Chuan also forgot about it later. There seemed to be a lot of company affairs during this period. He was busy for several days until late at night. He couldn't even take care of eating and sleeping, let alone his messy emotional life. .

"You can keep an eye on that project," Shang Chuan explained to the marketing department. In the afternoon, he will go to the factory to talk to the person in charge over there about the new season of high-end custom jewelry. The man rushed up.

The man's unreasonable behavior frightened the security guards to come over and stand in front of Shang Chuan, fearing that it might be an emergency.Shang Chuan took a closer look and recognized that man was his college classmate, and they had dinner together a few days ago.

"Brother Hong? Why are you here?"

Shang Chuan explained to the security guard that he knew this person and there was no danger.

The security guard quickly stepped aside and asked Shang Chuan to talk to Brother Hong.

Brother Hong looked embarrassed and said that he had something to do with Shang Chuan.

After hearing this, the manager of the marketing department hurriedly reminded: "But Mr. Shang, wait for you—"

"You go there first, I have something to do here," Shang Chuan saw that Brother Hong seemed to be looking for something urgent for him, so he asked the people from the marketing department to leave first.

He took Brother Hong into the company's cafeteria. There was no one in the cafeteria. Shang Chuan went to the automatic water dispenser to pour him a glass of water, and asked him what he wanted from him.

"Mr. Shang," Brother Hong didn't know how to speak when he saw Shang Chuan.

Shang Chuan comforted him: "Why is there such a relationship between you and me? Just call me Shang Chuan."

Brother Hong clenched his fists, and seemed to summon up a lot of courage, and pounded on the table: "Didn't I return to my hometown to teach after graduation? There is a child in our hometown who has leukemia. I came to the city this time to see her. She Parents are both workers, and our teachers and students can't pay his medical expenses even if we have enough money. Mr. Shang, I really have no choice. Her parents are not around. Her grandparents raised her up. I think She has grown from such a small child to now, I beg you if you can lend me some money so that I can treat her illness."

Shang Chuan didn't expect that he came to him for this matter.

Hong Ge opened the zipper of the bag, which was full of medical records and examinations from the hospital.

"These are her cases. I really have no one to borrow money from. I thought of you after drinking a few days ago. Look at this—"

A man in his 30s sat in front of Shang Chuan, his case was covered with wet marks.

He watched the little girl grow up, just like a daughter, now lying in the hospital with full tubes.

Brother Hong in Shang Chuan's memory has always been a tough guy. He had suffered a lot to get into their university, and his family was poor. He ate pickles, steamed buns and free soup for a month without asking his family for living expenses.The first mobile phone in his life was a birthday present bought for him by Shang Chuan and his other three roommates.

Brother Hong is the only son in the family, no matter how much he eats and suffers no matter how tired he is, he never cries.

Now, in front of Shang Chuan, she was crying like a tearful person.

Shang Chuan took out two tissues and handed them to him: "How much do you want, cash or transfer, give me your account number."

Brother Hong didn't expect Shang Chuan to agree to borrow money so readily: "It's still [-] yuan short, I'll write you an IOU, and I'll find a way after a while—"

"No need," Shang Chuan resolutely refused, "Just treat it as my donation to this child."

"No, such a large sum of money," Brother Hong took out a pen from his bag and was about to write. Before the word "borrow" could be written, Shang Chuan took the pen away.

"This IOU says that you are slapping me in the face." Shang Chuan squeezed the paper into a ball and threw it aside. He looked at Brother Hong with a gentle expression on his face, "Give me your bank account number."

Brother Hong stopped insisting, and said that when the illness was cured, he would bring the little girl over to thank Shang Chuan.

He gave Shang Chuan his account number, and Shang Chuan transferred the money on the spot.

Seeing the transfer amount, Brother Hong was taken aback for a moment: "Why did you transfer [-]?"

"The rest of the money will be used as materials and money I donate to the school."

Brother Hong didn't want to take advantage of Shang Chuan, so he hurriedly questioned: "No, Shang Chuan, you did this—"

"Buy some good desks, chairs and benches for the child, buy more books, and if you have to pay for treatment in the future, I will help you publicize it and attract the attention of caring people in the society." Shang Chuan held his wrist and told him to calm down, "You Just think of me as making up for the dreams I haven't fulfilled all these years."

Brother Hong looked up at Shang Chuan.

The meaning goes without saying.

He slowly withdrew his hand and accepted the donation.When Shang Chuan's words came to this point, Brother Hong couldn't hold back, and silently asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "I heard that your sister—"

Upon hearing this, Shang Chuan's smile froze on his face, and finally turned into a helpless smile: "Don't talk about this, please? I beg you."

After getting along for several years, Brother Hong naturally knew that he was always arrogant, never begging for help, and never bowing his head.

But only this time, Brother Hong read dodge and fear from his expression.

Brother Hong quickly changed the subject, pretending that he had never mentioned this matter before.

But the scarred wound has been torn open.

Time has not healed everything.

The wound was rotten and maggots, the bloody appearance covered by the dust of time.

But it's never been better there.

The author says:

Shang Chuan has a younger sister, Shang Miao.