I may have had a fake childhood

"Boss Li." Song Shanglu yelled on the top of Juxing's head suddenly, almost frightened him to take two steps forward, he could barely hold back his steps and glanced at Boss Li standing beside Cheng Renli, pursed his lips and smiled faintly, He nodded his head and said hello: "Hello, Boss Li."

Boss Li's eyes turned around Juxing's body, and the malicious intentions in his eyes almost overflowed. Juxing probably guessed that they might have something serious to say. After all, this man had just come over once, and he obviously didn't say anything because he was worried about himself. , This will come again, it must be a topic.

Glancing at the bunny-like boy who immediately lowered his head across the way, he wondered if Mr. Song would like this topic. He looked familiar to him a long time ago, but now that he looked carefully, he realized that the boy looked similar to himself. There are three points of similarity, but it is hard to find because it is not open, and there is still a little baby fat on the face.

Jupiter didn't dare to delay their business, so he immediately let go of Mr. Song's arm, turned his head and said in a low voice, "Mr. Song, I'll go to the bathroom first."

When he clearly felt his title popped out, the face of Boss Li in front of him changed, and even his eyes became meaningful. Cheng Renli was young, and he didn't know how to hide it. He raised his face in surprise and then quickly lowered it.

What a fuss, Jupiter carefully rolled his eyes where they couldn't see, knowing that he was only temporarily favored, could it be that they imagined themselves to be the kind of brainless concubine who would fly to the sky as soon as they were favored in ancient times?

No matter what, you must understand sustainable development.

"Go."

It seemed that he had guessed well, they did have something to talk about, Ju Xing nodded to the two people in front of him and said sorry, then walked away with a wine glass in his hand.

Standing there without moving, the drowsiness that had been dispelled slowly invaded again. I glanced at the venue. This should be regarded as a large-scale high-society collision event. This will leave Boss Song's side. eyes more clearly.

Originally, Jupiter wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face, but he had never been here before. It was absolutely impossible to find the bathroom without any mistakes, but he would grab a waiter and ask the bathroom in full view. It's a bit strange where it is, Jupiter shook his head and decided that he didn't really want to go anyway, so it's better to go outside and blow some wind to wake up the chaos in his mind.

He turned his head and glanced at the three people who were having a good conversation. They probably didn't notice him. Then he looked at the position of the door. When he first came in, he found a small bar. The pastries on it seemed to be empty. Touched, took a deep breath and slowly moved over.

A gust of wind blew by, and the mind suddenly cleared up a lot. Jupiter put down the cup in his hand, took a small plate of pastry and put it in his mouth with two fingers. It melted in the mouth, silky and sweet, and he didn't feel the pastry A sweet taste has already slid down the throat.

Eyes are squinted, it's really delicious.

Originally, Jupiter unconsciously wanted to reach out for the second piece, but as long as he moved, no matter what he was doing, those eyes would follow him like a shadow, making him unable to enjoy it, so he had to take another drink and look at the blue sky and white clouds outside Pretend to be cool and profound.

He sighed deeply, and didn't know when Mr. Song would finish the conversation, so he said that he had to come by himself if he didn't want to come, and when he came, he just stayed alone and made jokes for others.

It was very comfortable when the wind was blowing, but I don’t know why a gust of hot air came up when it was blowing, and my mind was a little dizzy. Jupiter looked at the drink in his hand and cursed in a low voice. This wine, which looks like a drink, has been cheated, so why doesn't it have a long memory?

He raised his foot and was about to go back, but seeing the three people talking and laughing, Jupiter instinctively withdrew his feet, and even leaned back, shaking his head and decided to stay later, the business over there has not yet been finished Woolen cloth.

It's just that this drink must not be drunk anymore. Looking at the pastries on the table, he planned to eat something to depress the wine in his stomach first. Before his hand touched the plate, he heard a greasy greeting.

"Isn't this Lu Qian?"

Jupiter raised his head and met a pair of malicious eyes. He tried to search his memory for this face that seemed to be ranked among the top ten people present, but his cerebellum was completely anesthetized. Even Mr. Song I can't even remember what he looked like, let alone who the person in front of me was.

Trying to keep his figure stable, Jupiter didn't dare to open his mouth to speak, he was afraid of a big tongue, so he just nodded slightly to say hello, who knew that this person was here to find fault, and he would not let him go.

"Lu Qian, you just climbed a high branch and forgot about the customers in front of you. Why, don't you remember singing at my door before?" Tsk-tsk twice, stretched out his hand and drew a circle in the air, like As if touching Jupiter’s face, she sighed in enjoyment, “Don’t tell me, your voice is really nice, and when you go to bed, you can ejaculate immediately when you sing. I really don’t know how you are in bed. A tune."

I really want him to ask Song Shanglu directly. After all, he is already unconscious when he can call out, so he definitely won't know.

I don't know who brought the smell of alcohol, and it floated on both ends of Jupiter's nose, smelling a little disgusting, the figure in front of him gradually began to blur, Jupiter was thinking about whether to show face, after all, how to say Now that I am still a person around Mr. Song, I should be able to be a little proud of being favored.

But when I looked up, I saw a shy boy with a shy smile not far away, so bear with it. I have seen him in the bar for a week or two. .

Taking a deep breath, swallowing the slightly sour saliva in his throat, Jupiter was blocked by the man before he opened his mouth. Obviously he saw Jupiter's sight just now, and he would come forward and smile with a wretched look on Song Shanglu I glanced over there: "Why, your Mr. Song doesn't want you anymore? Do you know who he is?"

Resisting the nausea rising in his stomach, Jupiter took a step back calmly, his gaze involuntarily passed over the man's shoulder and also aimed at the three people in front. profile.

"He, he may be the one who will replace you in the future. He is different from you. He has learned to sing professionally since he was a child. Although his family is in the middle of nowhere, the rules are still there. Unlike you... ..." There was a buzzing in his head, Ju Xing couldn't hear the words behind him, he looked at the flickering shadow in front of him with blurred eyes, and stretched out his hand to fix him, otherwise he would really be shaken to faint up.

Before he could touch anything, his elbow was jerked violently, and he fell sideways into a wide embrace. Juxing raised his head and looked with his eyes in a daze. He saw a vague shadow of Song Shanglu, grinning. Mouth smile: "Mr. Song?"

I only saw Song Shanglu's mouth moving, his mind was in chaos, and Ju Xingkong grasped and grabbed it without any handrails, so he had to hold Song Shanglu's arm to prevent his legs from being weak and sitting on the ground directly.

Originally, he wanted to open his mouth to ask why he came here, but even though he was a little drunk, Ju Xing still saw that his face was not very good, thinking that maybe the terms just now were not negotiated, so he dared not speak at this meeting, so he closed his mouth tightly She curled up in his arms obediently.

It's best not to talk at this time, or you may be the one who suffers in the end.

Jupiter is a well-behaved child who knows current affairs as a hero, and he understood this truth 800 years ago.

Feeling that Song Shanglu was supporting him to walk, although Jupiter was extremely uncomfortable, he didn't dare to raise his opinion. He tried his best to lift his feet to cooperate with his movements. The cool wind came to his face, and he burrowed into his body along his collar. Jupiter shrank his neck I felt like I was thrown into the car within a second after walking a few steps.

Before he could react, he reflexively struggled twice on the seat, and the whole person was buckled on the seat, pressing down on Song Shanglu, who was exuding a steady stream of anger.

His whole body was extremely hot, and he looked at the cold eyes of the man in front of him with misty eyes, feeling the cold breath on his body, and just wanted to get closer, and get closer, to share the heat of his body with him.

Clinging his arms around his neck with both hands, Jupiter pouted out of nowhere and gnawed.

"Pain." Gulu got up, feeling a pain in his waist and thighs. Jupiter grinned his mouth almost to the base of his ears, revealing a row of white teeth. Reflect yourself where this is.

Looking around for a week, he fell down and continued to sleep. This is at home. He must have drunk too much last night and was brought back by Song Shanglu.

But his body was sore and sore, as if he had been dragged into the rhythm of a day in the gym, and he couldn't fall asleep even if he closed his eyes. Jupiter had no choice but to get up again and lean on the head of the bed, rubbing the sore and soft places on his body , What happened last night? Could it be that Mr. Song took medicine, why is he feeling so uncomfortable.

Suddenly his complexion turned black, and scattered memories gradually came to him, as if he wasn't in bed yesterday.

Pursing his lips, Ju Xing felt that this was really a good memory, at least he didn't have it before. After all, he was outside at most before, and he hadn't tried such a narrow place.

The painful experience of being folded into various shapes in the car last night may not want to go through it again in this life, and when I was rubbing it, I heard the sound of the door.

Glancing at him, it turned out to be Mr. Song who was still wearing pajamas.

Could it be compensation for not going to work so late today?

Physically uncomfortable, there was no good expression on the face at this meeting, and he looked away after only one glance.

Damn, why don't you kill me, don't your kidneys hurt? Thinking about it, my kidneys seem to hurt a little.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Song Shanglu's eyes fell on the hand on his waist, and he walked over and put down the porridge in his hand. The big hand fell on his waist, and the heat came from the place where the palm and the skin meet, and along the meridians to Jupiter's body. At every corner, there was a thrill when it came into contact, and Jupiter reflexively held Mr. Song's hand.

Feeling the stiffness of Mr. Song's hand, he raised his eyes to see Mr. Song's darkened face, and immediately said haha: "It's a little sour."

I just met my new love last night, and Jupiter doesn't guarantee that this person who can't even be called an old love has a status, so he can speak cautiously.

It's just that in Song Shanglu's eyes, everything has changed. It was fine two days ago, but you don't want to let yourself touch it today?

Song Shanglu withdrew his hand calmly, and picked up the bowl on one side again: "Are you hungry?"

I didn’t eat almost anything last night, my stomach was full of wine, I didn’t feel it when I woke up, but now I smell the aroma of porridge and feel my stomach is going to be twisted together, Jupiter nodded repeatedly, looking pitiful like a puppy Looking at Song Shanglu intently, the little expression of wanting to let Mr. Song enjoy a bite hit the apex of Mr. Song's heart.

Obviously Song Shanglu was pleased by this pitiful little appearance, stretched out his fingertips to pick up the nightgown, sat on the side and scooped up a mouthful of porridge and sent it to Juxing's mouth, but saw Juxing gave him an embarrassed look and didn't open his mouth.

Withdrawing his hand and raising his eyebrows, he asked, "Why, don't you want to eat?"

Jupiter’s own brows are almost knit together, you must have done it on purpose, seeing that the heat must have just come out of the pan, and he didn’t brag before feeding it to me, but he was too embarrassed to directly comment, so he stretched out his hands He wanted to take the bowl but received a blank stare.

Suddenly frightened for no reason, Ju Xing shrank his shoulders and leaned back. The back of his head hit the bedside table and made a crisp sound. His sight, his movements paused, and he forced himself to bear the pain and grinned.

It may be that this smile is too silly. Song Shanglu, who wanted to be angry, was stunned for a while and didn't know what to say next. In the end, he just pressed his shoulders forcibly and let him lean on the bedside table: "If you want to eat, you can eat it."

Jupiter didn’t dare to speak anymore, and obediently looked at the porridge delivered to his mouth. He finally opened his mouth and swallowed it for a moment. He didn’t expect that it was still steaming, but it didn’t burn his mouth at all, but it was warm. Shouting is very comfortable, after swallowing, I feel comfortable all over, looking up eagerly and waiting for the second spoonful.

After eating a bowl of porridge like this, Ju Xing realized belatedly that he seemed to have not brushed his teeth and washed his face after getting up, and his complexion suddenly changed. He hurriedly lifted the quilt and wanted to rinse his mouth first.

Song Shanglu, who was still cleaning up the dishes, grabbed his arm: "What are you doing?"

Ju Xing lowered his head and struggled a little, but he didn't break free, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Song Shanglu had a half-smile expression on his face. Just when Juxing was so hairy that he had to get out of bed immediately, his furry head suddenly came over, and when it hurt on his lips, Juxing frowned. Does this person belong to the dog? You can't kiss well when you kiss, but you have to bite.

A kiss that was lingering to the extreme, Ju Xing was limp on the bed and didn't want to move, his hands were tightly clutching the quilt, his eyes were full of mist, and he looked warily at the man lying on his body panting heavily.

I don't know when the movement changed. Could it be that they were kissing and being dragged up by the collar again?

Song Shanglu was amused by his small appearance, so he patted his forehead with a little hoarse voice: "I won't touch you."

Looking suspiciously at the corners of his raised lips, although he didn't believe it, he was a big boss, and he had never asked his own advice on this kind of thing, Ju Xing could only refuse to close his eyes and not look at him.

It hurts too much, if you come up, I will kick you.

Song Shanglu's sexy low laughter came from his ears, and he heard his questioning again.

"The man who spoke to you yesterday?"

Ju Xing suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the man for a while, there was a gentle smile on the man's face, but his eyes were uncontrollably cold, Ju Xing shrank tremblingly, turned his face away: "I don't know him. "

"We had a good chat last night." What Song Shanglu was afraid of was that he would not even explain, but this small appearance completely hit his point.

"I'm drunk." As he spoke, Ju Xing gave him a slightly reproachful look, "You didn't tell me it was wine, and I drank so much that I didn't know anyone."

Song Shanglu smiled: "You blame me for not stopping you if you want to drink. You said you were going to the bathroom and I saw you chatting with others in a hurry."

Early in the morning, I didn't know who was cooking. Jupiter seemed to smell a strong smell of vinegar, and his voice relaxed a lot, and he muttered indiscriminately: "I was going to the toilet, but I couldn't find it. I'm sorry to ask someone else, but since you haven't finished talking, I'm thinking of finding a place to stand up, I can't even remember who that person is, okay?"

In fact, he didn't even remember what Song Shanglu looked like at that time, let alone Lu owed him to remember someone he had never met.

After seeing his awkward expression for a while, Song Shanglu couldn't tell whether he was angry that he couldn't find the bathroom or that he was neglected yesterday. He sat down and reached out to touch his face. It was white and smooth, although not as good as yesterday's. The boy looked so soft, but it was as silky as the finest satin, and he was careful not to rub it with the calluses on his hands.

"Yesterday I just talked about business with them. Boss Li has always been a partner of our company." I have never talked to him about business matters before, and I still don't plan to involve him, but Song Shanglu still wants to explain this relationship. All right, as for the boy.

Speaking of this, Mr. Song lifted his eyelids and took a look at Juxing's face. He didn't know what he wanted to find on this pretty little face.

But really found nothing.

Pursing his lips, he paused and said, "As for Cheng Renli yesterday, he is Boss Li's nephew. I bought his father's company a while ago."

"Yeah." I didn't understand and didn't want to understand, let alone listen to it. Jupiter was a little sleepy, and he promised lightly that his thoughts had already flown.

The story of the nightingale involves two birds, one is a real bird and the other is a fake bird made by the ministers.

The reason why he has a good impression of Song Shanglu but has not shown it is not because of the last sentence of the system. If possible, it is best to follow the plot of the fairy tale, otherwise the people in front of him will be easily stimulated, and maybe this world will end early.

What the real bird likes is not a gorgeous and luxurious cage, but a clear blue sky that can fly freely. The king saw that the real bird was getting more and more unhappy, even the songs he sang every day were not satisfactory, and he became more and more tired of the bird.

In the end, the ministers couldn't stand the increasingly depressed His Majesty the King, so they specially invited the most expressive carpenter in the country to carefully manufacture a wooden bird and installed it with a magic mechanism. As long as the switch is pressed, beautiful music will flow out of it.

Even for the joy of the king, the body of the fake nightingale was filled with all kinds of bright and colorful gems, which shone brightly under the sun, which was really beautiful.

Although the wooden bird can only play [-] songs back and forth, it is not only tired, but also does not make the king angry and sad, so gradually, the king shifted more attention to the wooden bird, and everyone They all forgot the existence of the real nightingale.

No one paid attention to the True Nightingale, and the servants only took a look at it when they provided it with the necessary food every day. Later, the iron cage was really broken because the True Nightingale kept trying to destroy it with its sharp beak every day and night. The True Nightingale took advantage of this to escape, and flew back to its forest, and the king did not notice anything unusual.

It seems that it is also because I am really tired.

The author has something to say: the fake nightingale is still fake, it is made of wood.