President of Chuancheng Entertainment

The charity gala has already started, Song Yu has just arrived, the stage has already been lit up, and everyone has been seated.

There was still one empty seat in the first row under the stage, and the name card on the seat could not be seen clearly in the dark. After thinking about it, Song Yu walked over to take a look, and it was indeed reserved for him.

After quietly sitting down, he wiped off his sweat. The location of the venue this time must be too urban.

He originally thought about half an hour in advance, these few kilometers can be reached no matter how to climb or how to jam.

But it turned out that he was wrong, just sitting in the car without any temper and watching the traffic move forward step by step, even if he stepped on a shared bicycle, he would have arrived early!

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, it had already started for more than half an hour.

The entrance to the red carpet and the interviews are over, and the above items are going to be auctioned.

Song Yu has no interest in these things, he has no collection addiction, and he has no pursuit of many rare treasures or any limited editions.

The seats in the lower row were crowded with people, and when they saw the first lot, they excitedly waved the number plate in their hands.

It is actually written by a well-known lyricist in the entertainment industry. The lyrics that often top three rankings are written by this person. Of course, a group of singers spend a lot of money to get a few numbers.

During the fragmented discussion among the crowd, there were quite a few people who left their seats and changed places.

Suddenly, while Song Yu was still looking down at his phone, a person sat next to him.

He was about to lazily raise his eyelids when he suddenly felt a tightness in his waist and was pulled aside by someone, so frightened that his mobile phone almost fell to the ground.

Quickly separated the distance between the two with his elbow, and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Then I turned my head to see Xie Junyi on the seat, and smiled evilly, "I haven't seen you for so long, why don't you give me a hug?"

The corners of the eyebrows are sharp and intoxicating, but they have to make a look of raising eyebrows.

The hand just lightly brushed the side of the waist, and the tingling sensation from it made him soften his waist in spite of himself.

It took just a few movements to bring him into his arms. Fortunately, there were no lights under the stage, so he couldn't see the figure clearly, otherwise his red face would be really...

"Let go, it's all about the camera." Song Yu lowered her head, revealing her fair and delicate back of her neck.

Xie Junyi stretched out his hand and leaned the man's head on his shoulder, even if Song Yu was huddled in his arms, only a piece of hair could be seen, "This way I won't be able to see your face."

"..." That's not the question!

But his embrace was indeed warm, and after struggling a few times, he still found a comfortable angle to nestle in, and comforted himself in his heart: I'll come down later.

Xie Junyi also seemed satisfied with his suppleness, and kissed the back of his neck.

As for who got all the various auction items in the end, does it have anything to do with him?