President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Song Yu pursed her lower lip, "Not bad, how about you?"

Xi Xun pulled out a somewhat forced smile, "It's also very good."

Although he answered this way, he did not hide his disappointment on the surface. In fact, he had thought a lot during this time, if there is another chance to return.

He will not choose the family business.

It is an invisible net, and people in the net cannot break free.

"Xun."

Shen Qing called him to stop, hinting in his eyes, "You still haven't said hello to your brother?"

Xi Xun has long been used to Shen Qing's daily pursuit of profit and turning his face.

Xi Xun raised his eyes, and exchanged glances with Xi Yan tacitly.

The days seemed to go back to the time when Xi Yan was in charge, and he only needed to help by the side.

Once he hated such a model.

Now I don't consciously miss it.

He shouted from the bottom of his heart, "Brother."

"Ah."

Xi Yan responded, "You did a great job with the company."

Xi Xun lowered his head and pulled his lips into a smile, "No matter how well you do it, it can't surprise you."

He took a deep breath, "Don't talk about this, let's talk about the contract, from a commercial point of view."

Shen Qing glared at him, what is a business point of view?Mountain?and?彡?What's wrong with Xi bending over at such a good opportunity to hug her thigh?

But soon Shen Qing knew that he was wrong.

Xi Xun and Xi Yan are very familiar with the terms of the contract and their own advantages, this cooperation is the best choice for both parties.

The focus of the discussion is not on cooperation, but on specific matters after cooperation.

Rather than a negotiation, it was more like a discussion between the two in the old house. Song Yu would express his opinions from time to time.

Such a combination is harmonious and efficient, and others cannot get in at all.

It went smoothly beyond expectation.

Xi Guomao watched from the side with mixed emotions. He hadn't caught up with some points, and the three people in front of him just finished chatting and skipped to the next item.

His eyes unconsciously set on the young man with a somewhat serious expression.

He put his fingers on his chin, his long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, his whole body was as clean as a spring, yet shone like sunshine.

Undoubtedly, this is an excellent young man.

During the conversation, Xi Yan's eyes fell on the young man from time to time, and those eyes were as soft as water.

The two are so harmonious and have a tacit understanding. Perhaps such a man can stand by Xi Yan's side.

Xi Guomao couldn't help wondering if he was wrong.

The contract is signed.

Xi Yan stood up and stretched out his hand to Song Yu, "Let's go."

Xi Guomao stopped him, "Xi Yan, let's go after a few words."

It was only then that Xi Yan's eyes parted from Song Yu's body with difficulty, "If you still talk about that, there is no need to talk anymore. I have no time and no idea to target the Xi family. You can rest assured."

"No, it's different this time."

Song Yu patted his hand reassuringly, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, after all, he said so. Don't worry, I will wait for you here."

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

After Xi Yan left, the others also left the meeting room. After all, it was working hours, and they all went to perform their duties.

Only Xi Xun and Song Yu were left face to face.

Song Yu didn't want to talk to him, after all, his ears hurt a little when he thought about it, and he touched his earlobe subconsciously.

There were no scars on it for a long time, only a faint red mark remained.

Sensing his movements, Xi Xun was the first to speak, "It's my fault for the earrings. I shouldn't have put my personal emotions on you."

Song Yu rolled up his arms and smiled inexplicably, "As well as the subsequent follow-up, and malicious revelations, this is not the first time such a thing has happened."

"I... I'm just unwilling."

"Aren't you willing to be inferior to Xi Yan in everything? Or is there still a selfish possessive desire for me? Completely disregarding a person's feelings."

In the meeting room with only two people, Song Yu showed no mercy, "You live in his shadow, completely unaware that you are an excellent businessman."

"It's not necessary to be better than anyone else. You are you, and you can only be you."

After saying this, Song Yu's phone rang.

The young man went to the corner to make a phone call, and Xi Xun kept circling these words in his mind.

Until the young man walked back again, "I'll go first, see you later."

Xi Xun watched his figure, until the door of the conference room was closed again, his gaze was as dark as the night.

Song Yu sat in the co-pilot, buckled up his seat belt and asked, "What did your father talk to you about?"

"He asked us to go back to the old house for the New Year."

Song Yu: ...What kind of operation is this.

"Then... how did you say it?"

Xi Yan started the car, looking ahead, "I didn't agree directly, because I wanted to ask your opinion."

"It's not because of your identity that they..."

Xi Yan nodded, "I also thought about this reason. Although he values ​​profit, he also cares about face. The probability of accepting us is very small because of money."

Song Yu frowned and bit her lip, "Could it be another Hongmen feast?"

Xi Yan pondered for a while, "We still don't want to go, this is our first New Year together, and we will spend it by ourselves."

Song Yu nodded, "I used to live alone, but now that I have you and a cat by my side, I feel so happy for a while."

Excessive happiness made him greedy, the longer the days like this, the better, flowing quietly in the boundless years.

The cooperation with Xi's family was the last project before the end of the new year. After the work was over, the two of them completely started the Spring Festival vacation.

It was New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow, but Song Yu's aunt had sent two large bowls of kumquats early, which symbolized good luck and fortune, and they were placed in the yard brilliantly yellow, with big red envelopes hanging on them.

In addition to kumquat trees, there are also bright red and purple flower pots, Song Yu doesn't have a deep understanding of these.

It's just that after dressing up like this, the New Year's flavor is very strong, and the eyes are full of colorful colors.

"Ok?"

Xi Yan was waiting at the door, wearing a black down jacket, a turtleneck sweater, and a piece of Richard Mille on his hand.

Looking handsome and warm.

"coming."

Song Yu ran out from inside, dressed in couple clothes, and closed the door behind her back.He put the keys in his pocket and raised a smiling face, "Let's go."

"and many more."

Xi Yan squatted down, knelt in front of him on one knee, and touched his pants, "Are you not wearing long johns? Do you want old cold legs?"

Song Yu: ...

He glanced down at Xi Yan's legs, which were straight and long, "You don't wear long johns either, so I don't either."

As a result, Xi Yan, who looked like a tall and cold male god on the outside, looked prepared, and opened the bottom of his trousers, and a pair of long johns that didn't fit were stuck to his legs.

Song Yu: ...

Don't say anything, go back and change your pants resignedly.

"No, I'm still young, I'm not afraid of the cold when I'm hot."

Song Yu stretched out his hand to pull Xi Yan up, "Let's go, it's just a matter of time to buy something for the New Year."

"No."

Xi Yan tugged at his hand, "Go in and put on long johns."

To buy New Year's goods, they didn't go to the supermarket, but to the nearest "New Year's goods street".

These are temporary sheds that only appear during the Spring Festival. The most spectacular thing is that when you stand at the front, you can see the bright red of the whole street, as if all the red of the year is here.

People come and go, Song Yu feels very fresh, this is the first time to prepare for the Spring Festival after the death of her parents.

He walked to each booth, picked up the characteristic paper-cut window grilles, and bought, bought, bought without saying anything except full of sighs.

I bought a lot of miscellaneous things, and the most important couplet, Song Yu, has never been picked.

Closing eyes is a very mysterious thing.

When Song Yu was picking couplets, someone next door was writing them, and Xi Yan glanced casually, "If you are not satisfied, we can write them ourselves."

"Ok?"

Song Yu suddenly became interested, "You can also write calligraphy?"

Xi Yan said: "Well, after two years of practice, I can write well."

Song Yu knew that when Xi Yan said "it's okay", he was at the level of a big boss, so he immediately put down the couplet.

After negotiating with the shop owner, I was a little surprised that two young guys wanted to write their own couplets, "Of course it's no problem, you can use these empty couplets as you like."

The shopkeeper didn't think about what they could write.

It happened that there were no guests at the moment, so he looked around and saw the stern-faced man holding his pen vigorously.

The pen is written in a smooth and flowing manner, each word can be retracted and expanded freely, without losing strength, without exaggeration, with a kind of indifferent and distant flavor.

I was stunned when I saw all the shopkeepers, this guy is a god, he has practiced it just by looking at it.

Xi Yan put down his pen, "I haven't practiced for a long time, do you like it?"

Song Yu was amazed at just one glance. It is no longer described in terms of good looks, but the state of treating artworks. "I like it so much. I will let you write the couplets every year in the future."

While waiting for Mo Gan, the shopkeeper grabbed Xi Yan and forced him to write a few more words, and finally refused to charge them.

"It's rare to see young people with such magnificent calligraphy."

After returning, move ladders, hang lanterns, and paste window grilles.

As for the couplets, they plan to post them on New Year's Eve.

The two of them were lying on the bed after a busy day, and Xi Yan hugged him beside him, "Look at the word "Fu" on the window, if it is replaced with "囍", it looks like a wedding night."

Song Yu was a little sleepy, and burrowed into his arms, "You have a good idea."

Xi Yan lowered her head and kissed the top of his hair, "It's quite beautiful."

The next day, Song Yu and Xi Yan went to the open-air skating rink.

Another day is New Year's Eve, they got up early to post couplets, set off firecrackers, and the yard was filled with red crumbs except for the white snow.

Song Yu leaned on Xi Yan's shoulder to watch the Spring Festival Gala, with a cat around her feet.

Compared with the previous normal physique, Sweet Potato seems to be fatter than Happiness. The whole cat is overblown, which is probably the talent of the orange cat.

The party played until the countdown to zero, and gorgeous fireworks exploded outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting into the hall.

One sound after another, like a sky full of meteors falling into the deep space, as beautiful as a dream.

Song Yu stepped on soft house slippers, pushed open the glass door, and the fragrance of flowers in the yard was full.

He raised his head slightly, colorful fireworks projected into his clear eyes.

Xi Yan walked out.

The fireworks were grand and splendid, falling on the two of them at the same time.

Xi Yan took out a red envelope, "New Year's gift."

Song Yu tilted her head, "What a coincidence, I am also a red envelope."

Exchange red envelopes.

Song Yu bowed his head and opened the red envelope given by Xi Yan, which contained a brand new five-yuan bill and four one-yuan bills.

And Xi Yan's ID card.

What Xi Yan held was Song Yu's own ID card and household registration booklet.

Song Yu smiled and rolled his eyes.

"What a coincidence."

Xi Yan raised her arms and hugged the person in front of her tightly, "Meeting you is my most beautiful coincidence."

Finish

Chapter 128

The new year passed quickly, probably due to happiness and fat, not only the cat was swollen, but even Song Yu weighed a few catties.

"This weight, tsk tsk," Song Yu said with her waist stretched out, "No, it's time to lose weight."

Xi Yan hugged him from behind, "Subtract what, it's just right now."

Song Yu turned to look at him, "It's all raised by you, your cooking skills are getting better and better."

After getting off the scale, Xi Yan took advantage of the opportunity to also go up to weigh.

Song Yu stretched his head to look at it, dissatisfied: "It's not fair, why don't you get fat? Obviously you eat a lot."

Xi Yan looked at him meaningfully, "I exercise a lot."

Song Yu: "How many? Obviously..."

Halfway through the speech, he came to his senses, suddenly became dumb and blushed.

Hmm... Every time he was responsible for lying down there, there were traces left from time to time, and sometimes he fell asleep directly when he was tired.

Xi Yan did work harder than him.

"Next time I'll be on top."

Xi Yan raised his eyebrows, "Yes."

The next day, Song Yu scolded him while supporting his waist, "You liar."

Xi Yan leaned over shamelessly, "Who did you lie to? You are clearly on my lap."

Song Yu: ...Yes.

New Years is over and there is no time to plan a wedding.

Song Yu and Xi Yan were on a business trip, and they played videos with an eight-hour time difference.

It's dawn on Song Yu's side, but it's already dark on Xi Yan's side.

Song Yu lay on the bed, "I'm exhausted."

At the end of the day's trip, Xi Yan untied his tie and said, "You won't be tired after you get married."

Song Yu looked at the man whose shoulders were shoulders and waist was waist on the screen, but unfortunately he couldn't see it.

"No, I have to make money to support my family."

Xi Yan changed her clothes, sat down, and approached, "Little money fan."

Song Yu raised a smile, "Can't you?"

"Well, from now on, I and my money will all belong to you, okay?"

It's hard to resist a man's stickiness, especially such a good-looking man.

Song Yu waved his hand immediately, "I want the person, the money, I have a lot of money."

Both laughed.

The heart is sweet.

Song Yu returned home from a business trip, but Xi Yan did not.

It is said that after finishing the business in country m, it is not necessary to run there within the year.

This is half a month, and there is a time difference of 13 hours between the ny area of ​​country m and the country.

The time spent on video streaming has been drastically reduced.

Song Yu is busy here, and often falls asleep within 2 minutes of watching the video.

Later, he found out that Xi Yan stopped making videos for him, so he asked him to have a good rest.

It was okay at first, but then Song Yu was unhappy no matter what he thought.

Song Yu squeezed the mouse, "Second brother, do you think he has a dog outside?"

The second child looked up, "Dog, what kind of dog? Where is the dog?"

Song Yu: ...

Forget it, there is nothing to talk about with single dogs.

With this thought in mind, Song Yu felt that Xi Yan was acting suspiciously, always spying on what he liked and the timetable.

During one call, Song Yu even saw a bouquet of bright red roses in the corner of the screen.

Song Yu said directly: "Who sent the rose?"

Xi Yan glanced behind, "Partner, do you like Red Rose?"

Song Yu was depressed, this partner was definitely a woman, and she wanted more than just business cooperation.

"I don't like it, I like the blue one." Song Yu said again: "I'm tired, I'm dead."

Xi Yan didn't hold back, "Okay, go to bed early."

Song Yu looked at the blacked-out screen, if Xi Yan dared to cheat on him... His eyes were sharp, and he crushed a pack of instant noodles for supper.

Xi Yan took notes silently, "I like blue roses."

Another week later,

Song Yu was lying on the desk, looking out the window at the office building next door, so tired, when will he come back...

Eyelids fell asleep heavily.

After waking up, Song Yu straightened his back, his heavy suit jacket slipped off, and he blinked in confusion.

Under the golden sunset, Xi Yan sat beside him, looking at him with dark and peaceful eyes.

"I'm dreaming?"

Xi Yan stroked his fried hair, "I'm back."

It was the familiar cold taste, Song Yu opened his hand, "Don't come back, you liar."

Xi Yan pinched his chin with one hand, and kissed him tenderly and forcefully. The setting sun hit their bodies with light and floating light and shadow.

"Are you willing if I don't come back?"

Song Yu still pushed him, "Where's the beautiful partner who gave you flowers? Do you remember coming back?"

Xi Yan: "What?"

Song Yu blablaly uttered the thoughts in his mind, Xi Yan didn't know what to laugh, "The partner who delivered the flowers is a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a beer belly and beard."

Song Yu looked at the photo,...

On the wedding day,

Song Yu was so moved that he was dazed, and the manor was filled with the blue enchantress Rose.

Xi Yan stood beside him, "The flowers are prepared for you, and I remember everything you said."

The pastor said: "Mr. Song Yu, are you willing to let this handsome young man be your lover? Love him, respect him, protect him as you love yourself. In the days to come, whether he is poor or rich , sick or healthy, and love him all the time?"

Song Yu said heavily: "I am willing."

Priest: "Exchange the rings now."

The moment he put on the ring, Xi Yan held his hand, "I will be yours from now on."

Song Yu smiled, "OK."

……

"Let us give our warmest wishes to the couple!"

Under the blue sky and white clouds, amidst waves of applause, the two kissed, colorful hydrogen balloons flew into the sky, and fireworks exploded around them.

"I love you."

[The author has something to say: I have finally officially finished writing, the first novel in my life.

In the next few days, I will write the next door's "Crossing into a Delicate Omega Who Was Disengaged". It is probably a sweet article about wearing books.

Rebellious and unruly heartthrob dragging shou x white cut black loyal dog without bottom line attack

One-sentence introduction: I made the whole interstellar "really fragrant" story. 】