President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Song Yu hugged her knees, leaned against the bed, and seemed to have fallen asleep in a daze.

It was nine o'clock in the evening when I got up.

So there is a price to pay for depression.

This sleep made his waist ache and his back ached, as if he had been driven by a car, turned over and did it again.

Forget it, the more important thing is that he only ate breakfast today and he didn't eat any grains.

Now I feel uncomfortable everywhere, let alone worry about whether this body is his problem.

Anyway, he got up quickly, loosened his body, and braced himself.

He pushed open the door and went down the stairs and shouted: "Uncle Xu, I'm so hungry~ what do I have to eat..." No...

"Big brother."

Song Yu called out obediently.

Xi Yan was sitting on the sofa in black silk pajamas, with a computer on her lap.

From this angle, one can just see his handsome and arrogant side face and... the strong lines protruding from the neckline of his pajamas.

He couldn't help swallowing.

Damn!

This body is at fault again.

He shook his head in disgust, looked away, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

He heard a cold voice behind him: "You came back so early today?"

Song Yu stopped what he was doing: "I'm very tired today, so I'll be back early."

"Yeah." Xi Yan glanced at him, he has been quite obedient these days.

"I'm so hungry..." Song Yu muttered to himself, rummaging through things.

As he said that, he dug out a lot of ingredients in the kitchen, and there were a lot of things, but there was really nothing that could be eaten right now.

He sighed silently in his heart. He has lived for so many years and knows everything, but he has never learned to cook with a fire.

It's not that he didn't think about doing it, but that what he made was not very edible.

He has never been able to understand how to distinguish whether it is ripe or raw, what to put first, and why these things are so difficult to cut.

Therefore, his requirements for food are also very low, as long as he can eat.

Coupled with his busy work and limited time, he often just makes do with a meal outside.

If he could, he would really drink what was left of the milk in the refrigerator.

But he hesitated, made a bag of coffee and waited in the kitchen.

The strong smell of coffee filled his nostrils and spread to the entire hall.

"Song Yu, what coffee do you make tonight?"

If there is no food, why not allow him to make something to fill his stomach?There is no human rights.

"Brother, I'm hungry."

"..."

At first I thought that the eldest brother would ignore him, but I saw Xi Yan close the computer and walk over: "Uncle Xu is off work, what do you want to eat?"

His indifferent black eyes stared at the coffee in his hand, and he frowned: "Throw it away."

"I want to drink."

"..."

"Then drink your coffee slowly." Then he turned and left.

Of course he believed that Xi Yan would leave as soon as he said, and it was his great honor to show kindness and care for him.

He grabbed the smooth pajamas, trying to grab him, but he couldn't control the strength in his hands, and the collar of the pajamas just tore loose for him.

This time, he also experienced the beauty and delicacy...

Xi Yan just let his collar slant, his eyes fixed on the cup in his hand.

"Brother, I didn't mean to."

He showed a very sincere expression, and the two were silent for a moment.

Xi Yan straightened her clothes, rolled her sleeves and walked to the front of the refrigerator.Take out the pure milk inside, to a full glass of milk.

Pass it in front of him, and said quietly: "Drink it."

"..."

"that……"

Meet those dark eyes.

"Okay, I'll drink."

Reluctantly took the glass of milk and put it on the counter: "It's a little cold, I'll drink it later."

Then the glass of milk was put into the microwave for a bit, and returned to his hand.

He finally resigned to his fate, intending to gulp it down his throat in one breath but didn't want to get stuck in the middle.It took a while to cough and said, "It's really terrible."

Xi Yan stared at him intently.

Is this milk against you or against me?Isn't there just a little left, as for looking at me like this.

"do not move."

Xi Yan suddenly reached out and stroked the corner of his mouth.

The rough fingertips inadvertently passed over his lips, and he left very quickly.

His slender fingertips were stained with a few drops of milk from his mouth.

"Dirty..."

Xi Yan put his hands under the water and washed them clean.

Xi Yan took out the ingredients neatly, and cleaned them carefully as if doing an experiment with a precision instrument.The angle and size of the knife are extremely elegant, fast and accurate.

In fact, that's how he thought about it. If it was him, the dishes at this table would have to be cut until tomorrow.

Song Yu sat lazily by the side, looked at it with his head propped up, and sighed, "Brother, are you cooking or experimenting?"

Xi Yan ignored him, and Song Yu just stirred the vegetables soaked in the water boredly.

"Hey. Is this done like this? Why do I think it's put first..."

"Shut up." Xi Yan stuffed a piece of cucumber for him: "Go and play."

The dexterous tongue touched the fingertips, it was cold, which belonged to this person's special coldness.

Sit back on the stool, "Okay, I'll shut up."

Watching Xi Yan earnestly stir-fry the vegetables, he still gnawed half a cucumber in his hand.

A total noise maker.

Suddenly the stir-frying stopped, and he was about to ask, "Is it okay to eat?" He was startled when he was pressed against the wall.

The half cucumber was still hanging on his mouth, and he looked at the elder brother with dark eyes in doubt.

"Song Yu..." The cold voice was a little hoarse: "Don't go too far."

"Ok?"

He also wanted to talk, but his hand pressed the cucumber on his mouth for a while, so he couldn't speak.

Then Xi Yan sighed, reached out and took down the half of cucumber.

Song Yu, who was finally liberated, said, "I just want to watch you cook, isn't that all right?"

"..."

Xi Yan looked at him for a moment: "You don't need to look at it. You can eat it."

To be honest, what was unexpected was that Xi Yan's craftsmanship was not very good.

What a waste of his professional posture.

The difference between him and Xi Yan is roughly: the one is neither cooked nor cooked, and the other is barely cooked.

"Is it tasty?"

Xi Yan sat across from him and looked at him.

"Hmm... good, delicious?"

Bow down to the forces of darkness.

"Oh. Then you can eat it all."

"Brother, I really can't finish it."

"Finish."

"I do not."

Xi Yan glanced at him.

"...Okay, I'll eat."