President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Mr. Wang couldn't believe his eyes.

That's Xi Yan, the CEO of Xi's, who is so cold that he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world! ?

He rubbed his eyes again, "Am I not mistaken?"

The dog leg said: "You read that right, it is indeed President Xi."

Lively, Xi Yan holding a flower pot.

The image at this moment is completely different from the past. The usual button is tied to the top one, the hairstyle is meticulous, and the leather shoes are so shiny that they can be used as a mirror.

Now... the short hair is neat and messy, the cuffs of the casual shirt are rolled up to the forearm, and there is a piece of mud the size of a fingernail on the shoes.

Shuai is still not as handsome as ordinary people, but this is too incredible.

Mr. Wang was still making excuses for Xi Yan, "Mr. Xi must have attended the banquet like us. Didn't Xie Junyi come too? It must be like this."

But his dog legs found a loophole, "That's not right, Mr. Wang, President Xi came to the banquet dressed like this... and still holding a flower pot??"

Totally illogical.

Mr. Wang doesn't believe in evil. It's possible that a boss like Xie Junyi has a good relationship with Song Yu.

But Xi Yan, as Xi's CEO, should have been on the same front with them, how could he have a good relationship with Song Yu.

Otherwise, when he reported last time, Xi Yan should have directly told him to give up the siege of Fenghuo.

Mr. Wang stopped her, "Mr. Xi, what a coincidence."

Xi Yan's way was blocked, and the coldness on the corner of his mouth increased a bit, he glanced casually, "Why are you here?"

"Mr. Xi, you are busy with personnel. At the last quarterly meeting, I promised to win the market in Yangcheng. Of course, I came to inquire about the situation of the rival company."

Mr. Wang smiled flatteringly and humbly, and mentioned vaguely, "Why are you here... and you have such a beautiful flower in your arms."

"You don't have to worry about that."

Xi Yan held Hua Shan in one hand, and only after his reminder did he remember that at the last meeting, he hadn't been able to confirm Song Yu's identity, so he didn't object to this person's plan against Fenghuo.

Taking this opportunity, he said: "The market in Yangcheng maintains the status quo, don't make any small moves against Fenghuo."

After Xi Yan said this, he walked past Mr. Wang, no, what does Mr. Xi mean by this.

What is maintaining the status quo.

He turned around and saw Xi Yan walking towards Song Yu and handing the flowerpot to another woman.

There is more than ordinary superficial decorum in speech and demeanor.

The dignified President Xi, why should he keep a smile on others.

It just goes to show...

His eyes were sharp on Song Yu's cold but not difficult to see Xiuyi's facial features.

Looking at his little finger again, the two actually wore the same style of couple rings.

The two actually have this kind of relationship.

The dog leg interjected: "Boss Xi is telling us to give up this market, so why are we messing around, why are we struggling with money?"

Mr. Wang glared at him, "Idiot, have you seen what they are wearing? Is the money or the wife important?"

Only now did the dog realize that the two of them have such an intimate relationship, "Then what should we do? We have done so many bad things against Song Yu before, and we will settle the score after the fall..."

"To shut up!"

What else can I do, I can only take one step at a time.

……

Song Yu watched his aunt being coaxed around by Xie Junyi, and the other party took out the ring, "Look, auntie, I even prepared the proposal ring."

Obviously a birthday present.

At this time, it is too shameless to be naked and deceitful.

Xie Junyi smiled frivolously at him, "Throw away that ring on your hand, and wear mine."

Song Yu glared at him, and put his hands behind his back, "Mr. Xie, if you have guests, you can sit at the table first."

Xie Junyi approached him, bent down and whispered, his breath hit Song Yu's ear, "Why do you want me to leave so much?"

"Hey..." Don't go too far

"Last time we agreed to invite you to dinner but slipped away halfway. Is Mr. Song's principle of doing things as soon as you tease him?" Xie Junyi laughed softly, "Don't run away, aren't you tired? I really like you."

This sudden confession, the two were so close in public, only he could hear the voice.

Song Yu's mentality at the moment is different from before. The last time Xie Junyi was drunk, he also said similar confession.

But this is completely different.

Who would take the words of a drunk to heart, and at that time his mentality was completely "not as knowledgeable as a drunk" and I was a straight and strong intervention.

After reacting, Song Yu's first move was to push Xie Junyi away.

But he failed to push, instead the opponent grabbed his wrist.

Something slightly cold was stuffed into his palm, he looked down,...it was a ring.

A blood diamond costs $100 million per carat.

This guy must be crazy, the birthday gift is as good as it is, why give such an expensive one.

If he dared to give it away, Song Yu would never accept it.

"Take it back, it's too precious." Song Yu lowered his voice, "Let's save each other face in public."

Xie Junyi didn't like it, this president who went his own way said the earthy love words to himself, "This is not one ten-thousandth of what I like about you."

"Pay attention to your words, we are just partners."

Song Yu resolutely drew a distance, but the other party didn't know the difficulty and retreated. Instead, he pushed forward, "When you flirted with me, you said you were just making friends, but in fact your mind is not pure."

"You know that's not me."

That's all the original owner's blind, barren and sultry, good job.

What does the original boss's scumbag matter have to do with him, Song Yu?

"I don't care, I only know that person's surname is Song, and his name is Song Yu."

Xie Junyi's voice was really a subwoofer. Even though he didn't have any wrong thoughts, he still felt numb and itchy at the distance between ears and temples.

To reason with Xie Junyi, it would be better to play the piano with a cow.

"I have someone I like."

Xie Junyi raised his eyebrows, Song Yu thought he could give up, but he said, "Then like one more person."

"...Xie Junyi, do you have a lower limit?"

Xie Junyi smiled mischievously, with a hoarse voice, "There is no upper or lower limit for your matters."

"........."

Did this guy sign up for a class during this time, and went to practice love talk?

He was completely overwhelmed.

At this time, a clear voice came from behind him, "Mr. Xie doesn't seem to know what politeness is?"

"It's been a long time, Master Xi."

Xie Junyi grabbed Song Yu's wrist and didn't intend to let go. Xi Yan lowered his voice, the air pressure was terribly cold, "Let go."

Xie Junyi raised his chin, "What if I say no?"

It wasn't the first time the two had fought each other, but this time it was even more sharp, and the undercurrent was surging, no, it should be a surge that anyone with a discerning eye could see.

How to persuade.

Song Yu had a headache.

At this time, his aunt played a full role, "Oh, what I hold in my hand is actually a cut Juliet rose. My God, I finally saw a real flower today."

This kind of rose needs to be cultivated for 15 years before it can bloom. It has the reputation of "the king of roses" and "300 million roses".

Taking advantage of this gap, Song Yu broke free from Xie Junyi's restraint and hid beside Xi Yan, "Good eyesight, brother Yan specially prepared it when he heard that you like flowers."

His aunt didn't take her eyes off the flower for a long time, Xi Yan pushed the boat smoothly, "Auntie, if you like it, I will give it to you. I can ask someone to prepare a copy for you with the detailed cultivation method."

"What's so funny about that?"

Xi Yan was very polite, "You have taken care of Xiaoyu intentionally for the past few years, and this is just a little bit of kindness."

Although there is no introduction, the clues can already be seen from the hand and the ring on the little finger of the two people who are naturally holding each other.

I'm afraid this is the real boyfriend.

At this time, there was a noise at the door of the banquet, which attracted a lot of attention.

A thin middle-aged woman rushed into the banquet hall regardless of the dissuasion of the security guards.

"Don't stop me, why do you stop me, I'm your boss' aunt!!"

The hysterical voice seemed to touch a certain nerve. In an instant, the blood all over Song Yu's body was pooled to his head, and his limbs were as cold as falling into an ice cellar to the point where he could not move.

——"Auntie, what does it mean to go?"

Xi Yan noticed his abnormality, "Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"

His call was not answered, and the people beside him looked straight at the middle-aged woman, holding him tightly, their knuckles turning white.

The woman's hair was disheveled, she was so thin that only her bones remained, and she still had that mean look. She acted abnormally and rushed towards them.

"Xiaoyu, I don't know how to invite my aunt for the birthday party. If you have money, do you forget how I took care of you?"

"Hurry up and stop her."

His aunt hurriedly shouted.

A few burly men had heard that he knew the boss so they didn't dare to kill him. After receiving the order, they grabbed the skinny and out-of-shape woman in two or three strokes.

"Shen Liaofang, why do you let people catch me!? Let go!!"

The woman struggled violently. In such a cold day, she wore a thin long sleeve, and the sleeves fell on her arms as she waved.

The dense injection needle holes are extremely hideous.

"Today is Xiaoyu's birthday, can't you stop for two days?" Shen Liaofang is also Song Yu's aunt, "Do you still look like a human being?"

"Don't talk so much, Xiaoyu, give Auntie money, I took care of you for so long before, you can't be ungrateful!"

The woman struggled again and wanted to pounce towards Song Yu.

Xi Yan stepped forward and firmly protected Song Yu behind her.

"You still have the nerve to mention how you abused him back then, are you still a person?!"

When Song Yu's parents passed away, they left a considerable amount of inheritance. After discussing with relatives, they set up an account and deposited the money in it. Song Yu's family took turns to take care of it.

It was okay at first, but when it was Shen Liaofang's turn, she found that Song Yu's body was covered with wounds.

The scratches of various shapes are from the belt and thin bamboo rattan, and there are large purple silts on the knees.

Immediately she took Song Yu to the hospital, where she was found to be suffering from mild depression and malnutrition, with countless wounds of various sizes.

Until the moment she found out, Song Yu had already lived in this crazy woman's house for three full months.

Shen Liaofang checked the account and found that most of the money in it was gone. Only then did she know that her own sister was addicted to du.

Since then, Song Yu has been living with Shen Liaofang.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, please give auntie some money?? Ah? Be good, Xiaoyu!!"

The woman's hoarse and sharp voice.

Xie Junyi frowned, and said to the security guard, "Still in a daze? 110 is for decoration?"