President of Chuancheng Entertainment

"You didn't let him touch you, did you?"

Xi Xun stretched out his hand, Song Yu closed his eyes and did not answer.

"You're a stand-in," Xi Xun sneered, a hand as cold as a poisonous snake brushed his waist, "You want to flirt with anyone?"

"I do not have."

"You haven't," Xi Xun leaned into his ear, "but everything you've done shows that you're not as clean as you look."

"..."

Song Yu took a deep breath, "What are you going to do?"

"I want you to be mine alone."

"Don't you think I'm dirty, so Mr. Xi likes this kind of thing?" Song Yu laughed angrily, "Then what's the difference between you and me?"

"I don't like you."

Xi Xun let him go, and wiped his hands in disgust, "You are just his substitute."

"……Do not."

"You have no choice." Xi Xun looked at him leisurely, "Although Mingyue betrayed him, but he is in my hands now, you still want to see him, ask him clearly."

"It doesn't matter to me that he died."

Song Yu's mouth was stiff, he said quietly, "Really?" Then he took out the phone.

"What the hell..." Song Yu said helplessly, "What do you want me to do."

"Don't meet any of them, as long as I know, the consequences are not just this."

"...Okay, I promise you."

The corner of Xi Xun's mouth raised, "I still prefer your obedient appearance." He took out the familiar earrings from his pocket, "You know what to do."

Song Yu took it, and the wound had just stopped bleeding, and before it had time to scab, it was punctured again by the sharp needle point.

The pain throbbed, and the blood dripped down the earlobe and onto the shoulder corner of the white shirt.

"Are you satisfied?"

Song Yu pretended to face it calmly, but actually clenched his hands hidden under his sleeves tightly.

"Does it hurt?" Xi Xun asked himself and answered, "But it's not as painful as he was at that time."

"..." If he hadn't held back, he really wanted to drag him and tell him loudly: The two of you are me, and I am really my substitute myself!

"Disinfect the wound well." Xi Xun pushed his glasses, "I will wait for you downstairs at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

Song Yu finally sent Xi Xun away, touched the light by himself, turned it on, rummaged through the medicine box unskillfully, and unpacked the disinfectant alcohol.

"This may be Xi Xun's real side...even, it's not completely him."

Facing the mirror, he wiped the blood from his ears, and his lips turned pale again from the pain.

A forensic doctor who can subdue others and treat corpses calmly is like a deep pool, calm on the surface, but actually dangerous inside.

After Song Yu took a shower, he turned on the computer and read the news, but before he found the news about Xi's family, he was overwhelmed by the entertainment news that popped up.

"——Xia Chen was openly alone with the meat man in the middle of the night, and the two behaved intimately, wearing each other's clothes..."

His hands trembled, and he clicked and closed a little crookedly. Although the webpage that popped up was mosaic, he could still see it at a glance.

The fresh meat man in the news...it seems to be him.

The photos were all taken secretly, even he was wearing Xia Chen's suit later on.

Now the Internet has exploded, saying that the real reason why Xia Chen has almost zero lace news in the past few years is that he is a crook at all.

With such a high-profile hot search, it is impossible for Xia Chen, who is already the executive officer of "syu", not to know that if he wants to withdraw the hot search, or even block the news, it is only a matter of lip service.

This action... The comment area began to speculate: Could it be that King Xia wants to prove something.

"Although he didn't show his face, this little waist is top-notch at first glance, star-eyed."

"I also want Chenchen's boyfriend-style drape~"

"+1!"

……

As soon as he opened his mouth, there were all kinds of comments pouring in, but the level of coding was so high that people who were not familiar with him could not recognize him from the picture.

Everyone was just looking at his face, no one really guessed his identity.

Originally, I wanted to remind Xia Chen to delete this message, but it was really inconvenient without a mobile phone.

He browsed the official website of Xia Xijia and checked the stock, but there was only a minor fluctuation.

After he was relieved, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he turned off the computer and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, there was a knock on the door, and he looked at the time, it was seven past one.

He leaned against the wall and went to open the door.

Xi Xun was dressed in formal attire, combed his hair back meticulously, Song Yu squinted his eyes, this attire really looked like a scholar.

"morning."

Song Yu turned around and fell back on the bed in a daze, "Hmm...so sleepy." She looked boneless.

For Mr. Song, who has always walked upright, this picture is rare and abnormal, and can only appear when he wakes up.

Xi Xunke did whatever he wanted, and walked into the apartment without being invited.

Usually, there is an aunt cleaning the room, which is why this cleanliness-level gentleman walks in with his shiny leather shoes.

There was no unnecessary clutter in the room, so Xi Xun looked at the messy quilt and the blanket kicked on the floor if he had to say something was not clean.

"Did you forget that I promised you yesterday, it's already seven thirty three."

Song Yu turned over uncomfortably.

"歘拉——" the thick blackout curtains were pulled open, and suddenly a dazzling cold white light pierced in.

"Dry."

A lump on the bed, curled up, tightly covering his face with a pillow, trying to block the light.

Xi Xun narrowed his eyes dangerously, and originally wanted to wake him up in a threatening way in the morning, but considering that he might be delirious, he didn't expect to waste his words.

After thinking for a moment, he stretched out Jin Gui's fingers, like a cat with wet paws, tentatively grabbing the small corners of the quilt.

"I don't have the patience to continue spending time with you."

His tiny movements obviously didn't interrupt Song Yu's unscrupulous bed rest, and even the latter rolled over, turning into an egg roll.

"..."

Xi Xun took a deep breath, as if making a major decision, stretched out his two hands, like a professional dissection technique, and peeled off the quilt that wrapped him like a pupa.

In cold air, the temperature of the quilt is higher.

Warm and comfortable heat, wrapped in a touch of warm fragrance of detergent, the taste is surprisingly warm.

As for the shelled owner, the neck and wrist exposed outside the pajamas are clean and white, matching the wine red pajamas.

Shaking a pair of delicate claws, looking for the quilt everywhere, he hummed a few times in dissatisfaction, "Leng Leng."

"..."

Xi Xun's throat was a little dry.

But after getting used to it, the man still had no intention of getting up.

Until Xi Xun stretched out his fingers that were at the same temperature as the cold air, and stroked someone's fragile neck, as if getting an electric shock, his eyes widened and his body tightened.

It looks like a tenth-level alert.

The big eyes haven't figured out the situation yet, Xi Xun smiled a little, "Are you awake?"

Fluttering his eyelashes, he seems to be digesting the meaning of his words, clumsy and cute.

After a while, the downed brain was reconnected to the network, and Song Yu turned his head stiffly, "What a coincidence..."

Xi Xun glanced at his watch leisurely, "I will give you 5 minutes of preparation time at most."

The big eyes widened again, and he bounced up from the bed excitedly, some stumbled and ran to the toilet.

Inside hangs the status of busy.

Song Yu, who was angrily brushing her teeth, couldn't help thinking, when will he be able to cure the problem of staying in bed in the morning, and kept moving his hands, spitting out water.

After cleaning, Song Yu came out and stood in front of the closet.

Just thinking about what to wear for a second, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind, "A suit is not suitable for today's event."

"Where?"

Fingertips slid on the hanger, "School, there is a lecture today, and an assistant is missing."

He stopped at a white hooded sweater, "Just this one."

"..."

He bought this dress and washed it before wearing it. He just liked the cute little print on it. Song Yu smiled awkwardly, "Can I change it?"

Xi Xun glanced at him lightly.

"What do you say?"

He changed it resignedly. Due to time constraints, he didn't have time to do today's hair, so he put it on his forehead.

For a complete set, the youth in the mirror... black smooth fur, white sweater, slim-fit jeans and sneakers.

He was dressed in an ordinary college student's attire, and it didn't look out of place on him, as if it was so tender that water would flow out of it.

After going out, Song Yu looked at the increasingly familiar road, "Wait, we're going to Jin University, right?"

"Ah."

Song Yu gasped, took a few sips of mineral water, and then pretended nothing happened, "Oh..."

"I've checked your information. Jin University has been the school grassroots for four years in a row." Xi Xun exposed him, "I think I can meet some acquaintances when I go back."

Song Yu of Jinda University has always been a legendary existence. When he first entered school, his classroom and dormitory were blocked by senior sisters and seniors. He was still young and cute and easy to deceive. He gave WeChat to anyone who wanted it.

Later, in order to avoid the crazy bees and butterflies, he even asked his mentor to sign up for all major competitions. This only made his reputation more and more famous.

Long-term domination of the first place in the school grass.

When they arrived at the destination, Song Yu followed Xi Xun into the large auditorium.

There were a lot of people sitting inside, and there were all heads in the past.

In the front row, there were actually a few teachers he knew very well.

Their appearance obviously aroused intense discussions. Without him, I didn't expect that the instructor's appearance is so good in today's lecture! ?

When Song Yu was forced to raise his head after bowing, someone in the student seats recognized him instantly, "It's actually Senior Song Yu!"

He graduated three years ago, but he never thought that Jianghu was still his legend...

If it's just a good face, it's not enough for them to remember it for so long.

It's that his career after graduation can be regarded as flourishing, the one that is boasted by the college teachers every day.

So there were no empty seats in the classroom, and a bunch of schoolgirls and juniors came running in. During this battle, I thought it was a celebrity holding a concert.

Xi Xun whispered in his ear, "Senior is so charming."

"..."

The school forum was maxed out, Wang Mian, who had always played truant and failed courses in the dormitory, was still dawdling in his senior year, so he hurriedly told him to watch it online.

Seeing this, he started excitedly.

In the sneak shot of the photo, there is a blurred white sweater, a cold expression, but very well-dressed, long eyelashes like fans when the eyes are downcast.

Wang Mian's heart skipped a beat.

so soft woo woo

He had secretly liked Song Yu for many years, but unfortunately he had just entered school, and Song Yu had already been an old fritter before graduation for an internship, and was known for his aloofness.

Wang Mian's family has a lot of money. At first, he chased people crazily, but he didn't move at all. Instead, he was educated several times by the police uncle.

This time Song Yu came back, he must impress him!