President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Song Yu squatted down, slipped from his arm, and ducked to avoid Xi Yan's shackles.

"Xiao Song, I think you may have made a mistake." Song Yu blocked the space between the two of them with his hand.

Xi Yan just stood silently watching him, the aura all over his body was enough to overwhelm him, Song Yu lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

As long as Xi Yan presses a few more questions, he may throw away his armor and confess everything, stepping back and forth, he doesn't want to interfere with the life that doesn't belong to him.

If it wasn't for a magical time travel between him and these people, it would be impossible to even meet him in this life. He should be keeping his small company in a normal way, and he can go to his favorite place to watch the sunset alone during festivals.

Song Yu didn't know how to solve all this, but Xi Yan didn't say anything, and even his expression didn't change.

He just stood there, staring at Song Yu in silence, with some rolling deepness in his eyes.

"I hope you can understand that I am not him. I can't be him. I have my own life. I am Song Yu, the founder of a small company from Yangcheng."

Xi Yan's expression changed slightly, the light shattered on the bridge of his handsome nose, his eyes were covered with shadows, and the slender eyelashes fluttered vaguely.

"Song Yu, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" Xi Yan said.

Song Yu was a little taken aback, he thought that his elder brother would question him or mention the acquisition turmoil.

A light sentence hit his ear, and he shook his head subconsciously: "No, I haven't eaten yet, I forgot this morning."

"Let's go." Xi Yan stepped forward, "I brought breakfast, try it."

"it is good."

Song Yu just followed behind Xi Yan, and when he came to the table, he realized that Xi Yan really brought breakfast, which looked like dumplings.

Even if there is something unpleasant, wait until you have enough food and drink.

Song Yu disliked the second child's desk, and piled up a pile of scattered documents on the desk.He casually stacked them aside to make room for the box of dumplings.

In addition to a box of dumplings and a glass of drink, Song Yu was a little worried that it might be milk again, so he had to lift the lid when he took it out of the bag.

"It's soy milk, not milk."

Xi Yan stood beside him and said calmly, his hands were sorting out the messy documents on the table, his expression was focused and serious.

Song Yu grabbed his hand, pulled a stool next to him and put it behind him, "Xiao Song, you don't need to tidy up this thing. Let the second guy do it himself."

"Okay." After Xi Yan responded, he didn't speak again.

Song Yu opened the food box, and the dumplings were neatly arranged in the food box one by one. The size of each was almost the same, and the technique of making dumplings was also very elegant.

He took another look at the paper bag containing the food box, but there was no shop name on it. Song Yu wondered if there was a new breakfast shop selling dumplings near here.

Song Yu discovered that Xi Yan still had the chopsticks he had brought, and did not prepare disposable chopsticks.

It was the kind of vermilion thin round chopsticks that he often used in the mansion, and Song Yu felt a little dazed in his hands.

After stuffing the beautiful dumplings into his mouth for the first time, Song Yu couldn't help frowning, maybe he didn't put any salt.

But he still chewed it a few times and swallowed it. Which shop was so careless that it didn't even put the most basic salt.

He picked up the soy milk in his hand and took a small sip. The taste was unexpectedly mellow, obviously the taste of breakfast in a mansion.

He raised his head and took a sneak peek at Xi Yan, but his indifferent eyes were focused on his movements, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed into a straight line with a trace of nervousness.

He knew why there was no salt in the dumplings, because Xi Yan forgot.

It's hard to imagine that this exquisite dumpling was made by a person who can make fried eggs. It's self-evident how many failures there will be during this period.

"Why are you cooking by yourself again?" Song Yu asked.

He is not the third young master of the Song family, not his younger brother, but he can be Song Yu again, they have met before, and they can meet again.

"Because I've been waiting for someone."

Song Yu: "Maybe that's someone who will never come back? What's the point of doing this?"

"I just followed my heart."

His eyes were black and white, he was restless after melting the fine snow, he looked into the delicate softness and felt the warmth in it.

"Hello, my name is Song Yu. Today is the first time we meet."

Song Yu stood up and stretched out his right hand, "I really want to find a brother, and I think you are very suitable."

After the corners of Xi Yan's eyes were bent down, the unpopular high-cold immortality of the whole person dropped sharply.

"First time meeting, Song Yu."

"elder brother."