President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Song Yu leaned her head over to take a look. It was the interview video of the charity gala just now, and the title was very eye-catching:

Xia Chen talks about his relationship with "SYU" President Song Yu for the first time: He is fine, it's just a matter of development

The video was not played, but it was not easy to be able to say "very good" from his mouth.

Xi Yan closed the page without making a sound, typed the word "Song Yu" in the search box, and 8.483 messages popped up.

There is almost no content related to the enterprise, and it is all messy.

Song Yu seven times a night

How to sleep with the president of SYU

How many stars have you played

Unspoken rules Song Yu Xia Chen Chu Jingyan

……

He was sweating profusely, the rumors spread seven times a night and some wild and unconstrained ideas were all spread by someone.

He hardly looked at these things, trying to grab the computer and turn off the impractical things.

But Xi Yan's hand was much faster than his, and he grabbed his hand easily, "Don't make trouble, I'll just take a look."

After finishing speaking, the mouse arrow stays on the "How to sleep with the president of SYU" among them, and clicks.

"elder brother……"

Song Yu's hand was grabbed, unable to move, so he had to stick to it, but saw his brother was actually looking at these.

But Xi Yan ignored him, and instead carefully browsed the answers on the page.

"Him? Meat and vegetables are not taboo, as long as you are an individual."

"Upstairs knows what a fart. He is the president. If you haven't seen any beauty, you can just be yourself."

"The key point is beauty. If you compare yourself with the young students in the past, you probably know that they don't want a man who is not beautiful."

"Closing the moon and shame the flowers, sinking the fish and falling the wild goose is the most basic."

"Live well."

……

"Brother, don't look at it." Song Yu turned sideways to block the computer screen, her fair face blushed, and the cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye became more vivid.

"Okay, I won't watch it."

Xi Yan let go of his hand, closed the computer and put it on the bedside table, staring at him as if thoughtful.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, his face was hot from the stare, like a burning cloud in the setting sun.

He wasn't sure if his brother saw some photos that he shouldn't have seen from the above, so he had to pray that his brother didn't see anything.

But this look really made him flustered, the dark eyes that were originally as cold as the quiet of a deep pool flashed a twitch, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

He couldn't bear to look any longer, stretched his body and pulled a red blanket over the corner of the bed to cover himself, but unexpectedly covered his brother's handsome face that was as cold as frost and snow with a trembling hand.

There are only two words in Song Yu's heart: cool and cool.

Fortunately, his angle was not right, the thin red blanket slid off his face and only hung obliquely on his shoulders, which contrasted sharply with the white skin under the cloth.

"Song Yu." The man with his messy black hair called him expressionlessly.

"Brother... my hands are really shaking." Song Yu wanted to shrink back as he spoke.

In the end, they were pulled back before taking a few steps back, and the distance between the two of them was so close that they could clearly see the long eyelashes fluttering on Xi Yan's eyelids during the pushing and pulling movements.

"Do you think my brother is good-looking? Are you satisfied?" Xi Yan's voice was surprisingly gentle, as if coaxing.

Even with the rare softness in the eyes, Song Yu has long been intoxicated by the beauty, and she doesn't know how to speak: "It's beautiful...it's so beautiful...it's very satisfying..."

"Really? Then...do you like it?"

Hearing the word like, Song Yu reflexively turned his ears red and wanted to run away, but the heat from his wrist held him tightly.

He watched the pink lips open and close with a warm breath on his cheek, invading his weak consciousness.

While his eyes flickered, Xi Yan slowly approached the part of his neck that was exposed to the air. With the smell of men's shampoo after bathing, it was almost extremely ambiguous: "My life is also very good, brother."

It can be said that the obscene | obscene | obscene words spoken close to the ear, but it is a huge impact on the serious and indifferent face.

He had never heard Xi Yan call "brother", but under such circumstances, it would only make him feel flushed and his heart beating violently, which made him unable to restrain his emotions.

So many feelings swept over him that he couldn't tell whether it came from this body or his own emotions.

"Brother...don't..."

The voice came out more like a soft whisper of love, and the rejection was seductive.

"Why not? Could it be that I'm not shy enough?"

The hand moved up the waist all the way, but through the clothes, a delicate feeling started to numb from the tailbone.

The cold eyes are like the prelude to the storm at this moment, frantic and disorderly.

"Brother...you are more beautiful than flowers!"

He couldn't control his own thoughts anymore, and he said nonsense, "Anyone who thinks you are not good-looking is definitely not paying attention when going out. I have always thought in my heart that if there is a god on Xuefeng, it is probably elder brother. look..."

Xi Yan's eyebrows were frowned by his unskilled nonsense, his eyes shone brightly like melted ice and snow, and his whole body was filled with a layer of soft light.

With a hoarse voice, Qingyue leaned against his ear and whispered: "Since brother is so good, why do you still go to find someone else?"

"I..." Song Yu lowered her head a little aggrieved: "But my brother is my brother... and my brother will not like me who is so promiscuous."

"But, I seem to like you."

As soon as the words were spoken, his lips were sealed.With the cool and cold tip of the tongue sweeping in the mouth, licking the gums and hooking him to dance together.

The original loose pajama style was torn several times, and it was happy, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin.

"Brother... no... um"