President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Song Yu wanted to lament that there are so many dramas, and the novels have read too many bosses, right?

But he didn't dare, his small company was still in the hands of this person.

"Actually, the weather is quite hot. Look, I'm sweating." Song Yu gestured and touched his neck, "Let's think about bankruptcy again."

Xi Xun turned around and looked at him, the exposed part of his neck was as smooth as jade, and he seemed to see his collarbone if there was nothing there. The spring was infinitely bright, but he didn't feel that it was cold anymore.

"Do you know what your status is in front of Patriarch Xi?" Xi Xun's amber eyes were obscure, and his gentle voice was hard to figure out.

"Brother?"

Song Yu couldn't hold back, and just said what he had said before.

Looking up at Xi Xun's expression, it was indeed a lot more serious than before, which made him really doubt his company.

Xi Xun said, "Did he make you call it that?"

Song Yu thought, I'm sorry, Xi Yan probably made him call him that, but his status is different now.

"Yes, Xi Yan asked me to call him that."

Xi Xun laughed at himself coldly, holding the bright red earring in the palm of his hand, and said, "Brother...hehe, as expected, in his eyes, Xiaoyu is just a dispensable person."

"After Xiaoyu's death, he didn't shed a single tear, and all the meeting processes never fell through. Xi's is more important than everything else."

Xi Xun's eyes didn't know whether it was tears or the reflection of the mirror, but there were crystals flowing between them.

It flashed by like a misperception in a trance, after all, compared to smiling, Xi Xun hardly sheds tears.

"All his changes, I can also do, I should not back down."

Maple leaves will fall, and people will leave.

If you can't hold on to it, you can't keep it. There will be Maple Leaf next year, but no one will stand under the Maple Leaf anymore, and that promise will never be fulfilled.

Song Yu was a little messed up by the chain of words, and said uncertainly: "You... Xiaoyu died, are you very sad?"

His voice did not fall, and then came a strong force that locked his throat and directly pinned him down on the bed.

Song Yu saw the out-of-control flow in his eyes, and the hand that locked his throat tightened more and more, but he still asked with difficulty: "Why? You just like his face, don't you? You... cough, you don't know him at all What kind of person is he!"

"To shut up!"

Xi Xun roared, like the prelude to a storm, warm and gloomy.

"You are not qualified to say his name, what are you? That guy Xi Yan gave you face, you will still only be a stand-in!"

The bright red earring in Xi Xun's hand was pinched on his finger, and the light from the window penetrated through it, slowly approaching Song Yu's ear.

The smile was ambiguous and cruel, "You are willing to be Xi Yan's substitute, and you certainly don't mind being mine, right?"

Only then did Song Yu realize his crazy thoughts, and struggled to get out of the shackles, but the air became thinner, "Let me go! Xi Xun! You're crazy, aren't you!"

I became my own substitute, and a huge sense of shame surged up!

Why do they accuse my life, whether it is now or before, as long as they like it, they can ignore my thoughts? !

This is not called love at all!

A sharp tingling sensation came from the earlobe, and Song Yu kicked his feet desperately to resist, and the earring that no longer carried the meaning of blessing was worn on him for the second time.

The excruciating pain spread infinitely, the vision in front of him was blurred, the pupils lost focus, and he felt that he could die again.

At this time, all the strength on the neck was removed, fresh air was poured in from the nasal cavity, and the Jedi's suffocation slowly disappeared.

Coughing violently, he wanted to reach out to touch the studded left ear, but was stopped abruptly by a hand.

Whispering in his ear, "Don't touch, you don't deserve it."

The warm touch was close to the earlobe, and he gently licked the blood that flowed out, and said obsessively and frantically: "Come back, please, I really miss you..."