President of Chuancheng Entertainment

"Wait, Chu Jingyan."

Song Yu hurriedly called him to stop, deliberately softening his voice, "I'm not ready yet."

His movements paused, and he actually stopped.

I couldn't help but laugh, when will the third young master of the Song family who is not afraid of the world and tortured people be able to show timidity in this regard?

Chu Jingyan let him go, but it was impossible for him to sleep peacefully.

He couldn't unlock the lock with all his efforts, he was upset, and he didn't know where Chu Jingyan had taken his cell phone and car keys.

It has been a day without contact with the outside world.

Thinking about it, he can only cultivate his spirit first, and then make plans.

The next day

Just as he was looking out the window and thinking about how to get out of this place, the door was opened.

He moved his gaze over to see the man with picturesque brows and eyes, his hands holding the quilt unconsciously tightened.

And Chu Jingyan seemed to be in a good mood, even the corners of his eyes were smiling, holding a bowl of steaming white porridge in his hand.

And the untouched bowl on the bedside during the day has been taken away, Chu Jingyan sat by the bed, looking at Song Yu's vigilant eyes.

Slowly stirring the slightly hot gruel with his hands, the faint smell of meat mixed with light green onion filled the whole room instantly, making Song Yu, who was empty in his belly, peek sideways frequently.

He has long missed the smell of food, let alone this bowl of lean meat porridge, which is neither salty nor light, is very suitable for his appetite.

Chu Jingyan also stopped teasing him, fearing that he was really hungry, so he stopped stirring for a while, scooped up a porridge and blew it on his mouth, then handed it over, "Open your mouth."

Song Yu opened his mouth awkwardly and took it. The cooking was just right so that the porridge would not be too soft and not too firm, and the wonderful taste of fresh shredded pork had soaked into the porridge.

"Don't feed me, I'll eat by myself." Song Yu wanted to take the bowl and spoon from his hand.

Chu Jingyan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You eat by yourself? No need to feed?"

"Yes, I eat by myself."

While the man was still a little dazed, Song Yu quickly snatched the bowl over and was eating mouthfuls at a leisurely pace.

Chu Jingyan blinked, looking at Song Yu who was quietly eating porridge with downcast eyes.

When did so much change while he was away?

It took him four years to finally get rid of the shadows of the past, mustering up all his courage to contact the third young master of the Song family who gave him constant nightmares but could not escape.

But it seems that it is too different from what he imagined. It is unreasonable to beat and scold without violent words and insults.

To what extent was Song Sanshao in the past perverted and picky?

Forcibly forcing Chu Jingyan, who doesn't distinguish between five grains at all, to cook, even if he is a little dissatisfied with the food, as long as there are green onions and garlic, he will swing his chopsticks and start cursing.

So in the future when cooking, Chu Jingyan has habitually picked out even chopped green onion and ginger.

And at that time, they were not incompatible with each other, every time Song Yu would force him to feed him, neither hot nor cold.

All the past is intertwined, and the nightmare he doesn't want to think about is like seeking a little sweetness in the bitterness.

"I'm done eating."

Song Yu put the bowl on the bedside cabinet, looked up at Chu Jingyan, "When can I go out?"

Only then did Chu Jingyan break away from his memory, staring at Song Yu who was already expressionless, "Where do you want to go?"

"Go back, go home." Song Yu said.

As soon as this sentence was finished, the man squinted his eyes and pulled out a sharp and ruthless arc: "Impossible, this is your home, your home and my home."

Feeling the suddenly suppressed aura on the other side, Song Yu said without fear.

"Don't go too far."

"Don't try to go out, if you dare to escape, I will definitely catch you back and keep you chained."

Chu Jingyan's gaze stayed on his left ankle, "Even if you are injured, you will not let go."

That gaze was cold, but it softened the moment it touched Song Yu's exposed bruises.

"You can only belong to me."