Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

Wen Heng's earlobe is not as sensitive as Song Xunnan's, but as soon as he thinks of who is teasing him behind him, the emotions that have just calmed down immediately boil again.

He turned around and looked down at Song Xunnan.

Song Xunnan smiled face to face with him, raised his hand, hooked Gou Wenheng's slightly swaying Adam's apple with his fingertips, and called him in a long, nasal tone: "Huh? What does Doctor Wen think, tell me?"

Wen Heng grabbed his hand on his Adam's apple.

In this case, no matter how indifferent, it will make people doubt a certain function.

His cold voice was hoarse, and Song Xunnan was obviously aroused: "Go back to the room."

......

Although Song Xunnan is bold, he is a novice after all, let alone Wen Heng.The two stumbled and stumbled, but neither of them accepted the other. They were competing with each other, kissing and biting, trying to carve their own brand on each other.

When Song Xunnan realized something was wrong, it was Wen Heng who suppressed him, and when he suppressed Wen Heng again and was counter-pressed.

"Stop, stop!" Song Xunnan turned over and sat up, panting for breath and turning his head to look at Wen Heng.

Wen Heng seemed to have expected it a long time ago, sat up from the bed, and turned on the bedside lamp.It's just that he didn't look so calm, he was panting slightly, and his hair was wet.

The duvet slid down, revealing a smooth chest.Song Xunnan struggled to look away from his boyfriend's body, looked into his eyes, and asked tentatively, "You... want to be on top?"

"Otherwise." Anyone who is interrupted in the middle will not feel good, and Wen Heng is not in a good mood now.

Song Xunnan could hear it, but he wasn't in the mood to coax people right now, so he thumped his head in disbelief: "But, then we... you, me, didn't you hit the mark?!"

He endured and endured, but still couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Damn it, what's more broken than finding out that the other party wants to fuck him when the arrow is on the string?

Wen Heng looked at him calmly and even deathly: "You just realized it?"

Song Xunnan was speechless for a while.

He did, before he reacted.

Looking at Wen Heng's eyes, which were obviously suppressed and deeper than usual, Song Xunnan cleared his throat and tried to reason: "Then why don't you feel wronged? I will be very gentle and won't hurt you."

Well, it doesn't make sense.

He saw Wen Heng's unwavering eyes and came to this conclusion.

The two fell into dead silence, staring at each other.

Wen Heng sighed, unwilling to force him, he lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed: "Today, let's do this first, I'm going to take a bath."

The wrists were clasped.

Song Xunnan pulled him over, dragged him back to the bed, and bit him on the side of the neck, Wen Heng frowned in pain.

"Forget it," Song Xunnan said viciously, "I'll talk about this issue later, can't we just wait until the last step? Hurry up, I'm about to die of suffocation."

Wen Heng touched the fresh tooth marks on his neck, turned around and kissed him back tenderly, broke free from his shackles with one hand, clasped his wrist and pressed it to the bed, and gradually lowered the other hand.

......

Song Xunnan finally got his wish and shared the quilt with Wen Heng, but his mood did not improve.

He woke up from Wen Heng's pillow, yawned and sat up. Looking at the messy big bed, he couldn't help but think of the biggest problem of last night. He rubbed his hair irritably, wiped his face and decided to let nature take its course, anyway. There's nothing wrong with that either.

Men don't need to conceive and have children, so let's just be like this, just be an extra five-fingered girl.

He tried to convince himself, put on the pants he threw under the bed last night, got up and went to the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom again, Song Xunnan went to the kitchen to find Wen Heng.

"morning."

Song Xunnan didn't want to kiss him today, so he just hugged his lower back, thinking why he didn't want to be pinched under him with such a nice waist... Ahem, thinking too far.

He withdrew his thoughts and looked at Wen Heng's cut fruit: "When will I be able to eat my glutinous rice cake?"

Even after experiencing a major blow last night, he still

I didn't forget the glutinous rice cake that I was thinking about.

Wen Heng handed him a sliced ​​apple, and Song Xunnan bit it from his hand: "You can buy a bread machine when you come back in the afternoon. You can steam the glutinous rice I soaked first, and remember to drain it."

"Okay." Song Xunnan heard that his glutinous rice cakes had been found, he bit an apple and responded vaguely, and went to steam the rice.

"I didn't expect you could really do it," he looked at the steam on the pot, and took another slice of apple, "Is there anything else you can't do, Doctor Wen?"

"The family used to make it by themselves, and used it to worship the ancestors," Wen Heng explained to him, "but it's too troublesome to eat by hand, and the bread will be faster."

The Wen family has a great career and many rules. It is said that although many of Wen Heng's generation are exempted, they dare not fall behind when offering sacrifices to their ancestors.

"Speaking of which," Song Xunnan stopped biting the apple, "I ran into your uncle at the banquet last night."

"That's your uncle too." Wen Heng corrected.

"Sure enough, you told him. You didn't know that last night he asked me how I was doing with you, and I was so scared that my heart stopped." Song Xunnan still has lingering fears when he thinks about it now.

He was used to being fearless, and the reason why he was so afraid of Wen Shuli was, in the final analysis, just because he was worried that the other party would not allow him to be with Wen Heng, leaving Wen Heng in a dilemma.

Wen Heng comforted him: "There is nothing to worry about, they are not pedantic people. Auntie also knows, but she is traveling in K City recently, you can meet her when she comes back."

"Then...shall I prepare well? What does your aunt like?" Song Xunnan hesitated.

Wen Heng was amused by his nervous look: "No need to prepare, she likes you."

Song Xunnan also laughed.

His boyfriend is really good at everything, he can be on the operating table and in the kitchen, he is good-looking and can talk.

It's just that the bed doesn't fit very well.

Song Xunnan finished eating the apples and suppressed the little melancholy in his heart.

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Song Yuqing's relationship with Song Xunnan was just a small episode, and he didn't take him seriously that night, let alone remember him afterwards.

His position in Song Xunnan's heart is far less influential than that of Song Hengxuan and Song Xi in the shopping mall who bow their heads but don't look up.

"How did you check the things you asked?" He asked Secretary Zhou.

Secretary Zhou handed over all the things he found to Song Xunnan, saw him looking at it, and said, "I did find out that there are some problems with Song's pharmaceutical company, and the funds in the public accounts were scattered into different projects, but How these projects are going no one knows, and one more thing."

When he said this, his tone was hesitant, and Song Xunnan could tell: "Just say what you want."

Secretary Zhou pushed his glasses and said, "It's very strange. The few projects we cooperated with them turned out to be one of the few projects with a clear direction and clear progress so far, and they are making stable profits. Mr. Song, I doubt this It's Song's blindfold."

But he really couldn't figure it out, why did the companies that Song Xi was in charge of become like this?After all, the company collapsed, and no matter which of the two succeeded in taking the position in the end, there would be no benefit at all.

After all, it was the most successful subsidiary of Song's main company from investment to independent operation.

Song Xunnan pondered for a moment, avoiding this question: "You send the project-related content to my computer, go back first, thank you."

Not long after Secretary Zhou left, a file was uploaded to the computer. Song Xunnan downloaded it, and dragged the mouse to browse through it one by one.

...the project is indeed fine.

It seems that Song Xi either didn't intend to attack him, or he didn't have time.

Song Xunnan tapped the knuckles of his index finger on the table, thinking.

He thought before that something must have happened to Song Xi after he left, which caused him to hate the Song family to the bone, and now he is clearly taking revenge.

And not only was he not on his revenge list, but from several contacts, it seemed that Song Xi was still trying to curry favor with him intentionally or unintentionally.

Song Xunnan is a businessman, and a businessman can't get up early without profit.He is willing to accept Song Xi's fawning, and carefully examines the risks and benefits behind the project without asking why.

Anyway, the Song family has their own brain circuit when doing things, and

Ordinary people can't understand it.

But Wen Shuli's words last night reminded him that now is not the time to get involved with the interests of the Song family. If something really messed up or he accidentally made a mistake, his competitors would definitely not let it go Chance.

Song Xunnan would have gambled in the past, but now he has his own career, company employees who are responsible, friends who will tide over difficulties, and his lover.He likes and enjoys his current life, there is no need to bet everything like a lone wolf, crazy enough to ignore it.

The hand that tapped the tabletop stopped, Song Xunnan's face reflected the pale light of the computer screen, and said quietly: "... Forget it, I don't need that little money."

He called Secretary Zhou on the inside: "Stop all cooperation with the Song Corporation, and they will pay for liquidated damages."

The idea in Secretary Zhou's heart coincided with his, and he immediately agreed to deal with it.

When Song's company received the notice from Song Xunnan's side to withdraw all cooperation, it was extremely anxious.

Song Xunnan's company was not the first to do this. Many big-name companies heard the news and terminated their cooperation with Song's one after another.

The news of the small company below is not well-informed, and there is no movement for the time being, but it will definitely not stop when it is known.

The secretary who answered the phone told his colleagues about this matter, with a helpless expression on his face: "I plan to resign in a few days, there is no need to continue to spend here."

The colleague obviously had the same meaning, and asked her: "Where are you going?"

"Let's take Nanbei Company."

The colleague frowned: "But you are from the Song family, can they want you?"

"I don't think it's a problem. Their company has a good atmosphere, their bosses are capable and good-natured, and they don't worry about harassment in the workplace. Moreover, it's a promising new company that needs fresh blood. My friends there say that everyone relies on their abilities. promotion."

The colleague was tempted by what she said, and just about to ask a few words, he changed his mouth: "Manager Yang."

Yang Rong was walking quickly to the general manager's office, but he didn't hear anyone calling him in a hurry.

"Manager Yang looks very anxious."

"Can't you be in a hurry, he is Mr. Song's subordinate, and this company is owned by Mr. Song. Think about how many phone calls we have borrowed these days, those who withdraw capital, those who terminate cooperation, and those who terminate cooperation. It's hard."

Everyone didn't dare to call their immediate superiors by their names in private, so they called Mr. Song and Mr. Song mixed with Mr. Song, so that whoever shouted knew it clearly.

"This company..." The colleague shook his head.

Speaking of it, it's just that the tree fell and the monkeys scattered.

And this is just a small part of the internal friction in the Song family.