President of Chuancheng Entertainment

He was still working hard to clean up the table of unpalatable dishes, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw his elder brother get up, walk back to the sofa, pick up the computer and start working.

As soon as the movement of the mouth stopped, the cold voice urged again: "Don't look at me, eat yours."

"But I want to watch you eat." Song Yu rested his head on his chin with the chopsticks in his hands, and looked at him with a smile.

He just thought it was fun to tease the cold big brother, and completely forgot how dangerous the man in front of him was.

Sure enough, he woke up and didn't wake up.

"Don't say it."

Xi Yan just glanced at him, didn't bother with him, and started looking at the computer.

I don't know if it's because of his temperament or what, he is very special and wants Xi Yan to show some emotion other than coldness.

So the ghosts began to die.

Holding the bowl, Pidianpidian leaned next to the big brother, "Would you like to take a bite?"

The thin straight chopsticks hold the vegetables, which are steaming.

Xi Yan frowned: "No."

He knew that he would be rejected, so he ate it by himself as soon as he turned his chopsticks.

Then he picked up another dish, "Brother, why don't you try it?"

When you eat it, you will know how unpalatable it is to make it yourself.

"Didn't I say that I don't want to eat?" Xi Yan pushed away his hand holding the food, and moved to the right holding the computer.

The meaning of refusal is very obvious.

Song Yu, on the other hand, became more and more courageous as he became more and more frustrated, unyielding, "Just one bite..."

Xi Yan's hand knocking on the computer stopped for a while, turned his head and looked at him blankly for a moment, then said slowly: "Okay."

He looked at Xi Yan's frowning, chewing very slowly, and smiled: "Brother, is it delicious?"

"Unappetizing……"

His face was a little blue, probably he had never eaten such an unpalatable dish in his life.

Probably he didn't expect it to be so unpalatable, and there was a bit of doubt in his voice: "Obviously that's how the tutorial is..."

"First time cooking?"

"Well, I didn't expect such a failure." Xi Yan reached out to take down the bowl he was holding: "Don't eat it."

"No," Song Yu said with a smile, "How can food be wasted?"

Compared with my first cooking, this picture is much better.

So he has to actively encourage his elder brother, so that there will be more room for improvement,

He will not be afraid of being hungry at night and having nothing to eat.

"Ok."

Xi Yan ignored him and continued to work.

On the contrary, Song Yu couldn't take a break, and kept babbling beside him... Hearing this sound, he thought the food was delicious.

Seeing the relevant professional knowledge, his head became hot, and he babbled to express his thoughts and opinions-after all, he is also a leader in finance.

"You talk after you finish eating, I'm listening."

He hadn't touched these familiar files for a few days, and his hands were itchy.

He responded indiscriminately and began to bury his head in eating. After eating, he hurriedly rinsed his mouth and came back.

Sure enough, it was still stuck on the interface just now.

"After all, I also study finance. Although I dare not guarantee it, I studied the one you are looking at a few days ago. It recently..."

"Song Yu."

He was excited when he was talking, but was interrupted suddenly, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Huh? Is there something wrong?"

"Didn't you study business administration?"

The original owner was indeed a business administration major, but he was halfway through and did not have a diploma.

In order to make his celebrity boyfriend popular, the original owner acted arbitrarily and gave up studying to start a company.

"Hmm..." Song Yu's mind was spinning rapidly, "I've been studying by myself recently, yes, by myself."

He scratched his hair guiltily, and pointed at the computer screen: "These are not the point, let's take a quick look at this picture, it's here..."

Xi Yan listened silently, but only looked at Song Yu's face intently.His eyes are deep and his face is expressionless.

At this time, Song Yu only cares about his mouth addiction, and he doesn't remember that his professional appearance has sold himself out.

I don't remember at all that I am not a top financial student at all, but a young master of the second generation who had the lowest grades during school and dropped out of college halfway.

After talking like this for more than half an hour, I felt a little dry and stopped.

On the contrary, the whole person was even more excited. He poured a glass of water and drank it and wanted to continue, but he didn't want Xi Yan to close the computer.

"Have we stopped watching?"

"It's too late, you go to sleep." Xi Yan said as she got up and prepared to go back to her room.

"Then can I go to the company with you? I'm quite free recently."

After all, what he really likes is not to manage the affairs of the entertainment company, it is the real him who deals with these money and currency.

He doesn't want to be the shadow of others, and no one can make him do something he doesn't like.

Instead of forcing himself to be constantly distressed, he would rather grit his teeth and take that step to break the shackles.

So what if Xi Yan finds out that he is not the original owner?

Instead of letting him live in fear, what's the point of carefully imitating the former?

Can such a him be regarded as himself?

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Xi Yan walked to the corner of the stairs and said lightly, "Good night."

If there is no rejection, it means there is still a chance, so he nodded with his eyes bent: "Good night."

Had a good night's sleep and got up early the next morning.

As usual, he changed into a tracksuit and told Xu Bo that he had already gone out for a jog.

After running back, I took a shower, basked in the sun on the balcony with wet hair, read a book for a while, and then went downstairs to have breakfast.

Sure enough, on the long table, I saw the neatly dressed eldest brother sitting in a fixed position, drinking light porridge slowly.

"Brother, tomorrow is already here. I'm going to the company to help." Song Yu sat down beside him.

Xi Yan said nothing, and handed over the milk on hand.

He understood it clearly, and accepted his fate after taking it: "Okay, I'll drink."

After drinking the milk, I heard Xi Yan say: "Follow me to the company after breakfast."

It was only when he arrived at the downstairs of the Song Group that he secretly admired a large company of this size. He feared that it would be impossible for him to build it in his lifetime.The huge building soaring into the sky is also very eye-catching in this area where every inch of land is precious.

The clouds in the sky were moved slowly by the wind, and the white light reflected the cold light of the glass.

In the sound of "Mr. Song, good morning" and a puzzled face, he closed the office door.

Xi Yan sat down at the desk and turned on the computer, without saying a word, and began to organize yesterday's files.

He tapped on the computer keyboard from time to time, and his gaze never stayed on him since he came in.

Song Yu looked around the clean and tidy space, and his eyes stayed on the only desk.

"No extra desks..."

He randomly picked a professional book from the bookshelf, sat on the soft chair opposite Xi Yan, kicked hard with his heel, and slid to Xi Yan's side.

"I'm not prepared enough, so I can only squeeze like this."

Airflow was a little agitated by his presence, he wasn't close - the table was huge.

Immediately, he felt Xi Yan's body stiffen for a moment, and his sitting upright body tilted slightly, and moved to the side.

He even flipped through the folder at hand in a little panic, and took down the things on the corner of the table.

"boom--"

Fragments scattered all over the ground, from these fragments, it can be seen that it is a white ceramic cup.

"Ah, broken."

Song Yu bent over and threw the pieces into the black trash can, one of which landed on Xi Yan's desk.

After saying "don't move", the cat crawled into it, and finally touched the cold shard with its fingertips.

Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door, and a capable and neat woman walked over quickly.

You could just see Song Yu who was getting ready to come out under the desk. His white shirt was wrinkled and his tie was hanging a little askew around his neck.

A head of soft black hair is a bit messy, and the reddish corners of the eyes and the cinnabar mole can be seen from top to bottom.

I can't help but think wrongly.

However, this position is still very difficult to explain. President Xi Yansong, who is dressed in a cold face, is squatting under the desk beside the suit trousers, a young man with beautiful eyebrows.

"Ahem... I, did I come at the wrong time?" Secretary Chen put his fist to his mouth and tried his best not to laugh.

She actually saw a man crouching at the feet of Mr. Song, who was single for thousands of years, in an extremely ambiguous manner.

She has been in the company for eight years, and the children are several years old now, and they have never seen their cold boss get close to anyone.

Recently, they are still thinking about whether the boss is frigid or not. It seems that they don't have this idea now.

"I'll be right out."

The space was too narrow, so he borrowed his strength to prop up Xi Yan's thigh and barely stood up.

He calmly patted the dust on his body: "Let's talk, don't worry about me."

Song Yu's clothes were messy, and he took the piece he picked up and threw it in the trash can, then turned to him with a smile and said, "I'll borrow the bathroom."

His cold eyes stared at the whitish handprint on the suit pants, and his slender fingers rubbed it for a moment until the mark disappeared.

Then he raised his head and said calmly, "What's the matter?"