Gold Medal Director [Entertainment]

"You are not sorry to anyone, Song Yu. Du Feng is not a fool, he is also an adult like us. Since he chooses to go down that road, he has to bear the consequences. We are all the same."

"Sheng Yuan, you have always been sensible."

Song Yu said to him expressionlessly, unable to tell whether it was a statement or a mockery.

Sheng Yuan didn't continue this topic, and talking about this atmosphere may cause them to break up, and this is not the purpose of coming out tonight.

"What happened to Huang Yu was done by Tianyu." This is a declarative sentence.Sheng Yuan said, "The group of lunatics still haven't stopped."

"not my business."

Song Yu drank his last sip of wine, got up and left his seat.

The waiter at the bar took the bill to Sheng Yuan who was left behind to pay the bill, but was cut off by Song Yu halfway.

It's fucking cold.

Song Yu thought, the wind is so damn cold, and this city is so damn cold.

Walking on the road to sober up, strolling and strolling passed the small steps that day.

Did that person also walk aimlessly after being slightly drunk that day, and then saw him sitting on the steps alone in a daze?

In fact, he was not in a daze that day, but was looking at the stars.

When I was young, my mother said that everyone who leaves will become a star, smiling in the sky and looking at the person she wants to protect. Their love will never disappear, but they will always be with them in another way.

The sky is so big and there are so many stars, he couldn't count them and couldn't find them. Could there be a father among those stars?Will there be... Ren Ninglin...

Song Yu found that he unconsciously thought of Du Wenzhou, that hooligan.

The first time we met, I asked him his size..., although it was a misunderstanding.

But the size of that hooligan looks like, no matter what, he has to use an extra-large one. With such a human weapon, I really feel sorry for his future boyfriend.

Damn, what the hell are you thinking.

Maybe human beings are animals longing for warmth. As they approached the corner of the street, Song Yu felt a little hopeful.

Will that man sit on that little step this time?Just like that time they met by chance.

Forget it, probably not, how could it be such a coincidence.

Xinghai is probably busy flying now, besides, why does he, a good CEO, sit in such a place at night and blow the cold wind? It's not like he has a cat disease.

Even though I thought so, when I crossed the corner and saw the empty steps in front of me, I was still a burst of unstoppable disappointment.

He... didn't wait for himself here, and he didn't need to wait for himself, did he?It doesn't even matter...

Song Yu, who was deep in thought, didn't pay attention until a warm embrace embraced his whole body from behind, accompanied by a faint woody fragrance.

"Du Wenzhou?"

Song Yu was stunned, what... what's going on?Why did he appear?Why is it here?why hug him...

Who am I where am I...

Then he heard the voice say, "Honey, I miss you."

The man buried his furry head on his neck, rubbing it lightly as if acting like a spoiled child.

Song Yu is 1.7 meters eight. It is obviously not comfortable for a man who is close to 1.9 meters tall to do this posture, but he seems to enjoy it very much.

In the cold night, the only source of heat is each other's bodies. Learning to embrace this is definitely a progress that can be recorded in the history of mankind.

The man held him tightly in his arms, and the two of them pressed against each other tightly, feeling every subtle change in each other, including the rapid heartbeat.

The hooligan rubbed his neck, and said again in a low voice,

"Honey, I miss you."

Song Yu heard a certain string snap in his heart.

It wasn't until he opened the door with the key and saw Du Wenzhou's familiar man changing his slippers and hanging his coat, as if he had returned to his own home, that Song Yu suddenly realized that he had brought someone home again.

and--,

Isn't this his Song Yu's family?

Why did that gangster look more familiar than him? Who gave him this feeling of being at home!

"you--"

Du Wenzhou smiled lightly, "Honey, you took the initiative to bring me here this time, how can someone come and leave at night, you say yes—"

Can I fucking say no?Song Yu thought.

The last time it was that bastard playing a scoundrel and he couldn't drive people away, this time it was entirely his own initiative to lure the wolf into the house.

That guy is a hooligan, but he didn't do anything rude, and even sent him home. It's really inappropriate to drive him away...

"You've been drinking and you've just blown the cold wind. Now go take a hot bath and drink some ginger syrup."

"I don't have ginger syrup at home." So you hurry up.

"Then take a hot bath first," Du Hooligan looked at him dotingly, "Ginger syrup will come out."

"..."

Du Wenzhou said, "Don't you have hot water at home?"

……Have.

OK.

Song Yu took the clothes at home and went to the bathroom to wash. Not only did his house have no ginger syrup, but most importantly, there was no ginger at all.

He wouldn't eat it at all, the smell of ginger was too strong for him, and he couldn't stand the smell.

This is a fully enclosed community with a quiet environment. It is mainly used for elderly care. The nearby supporting facilities are all closed before eleven o'clock.

Now at this point—he can guarantee that Du Wenzhou will not see a single ginger bud within a radius of three kilometers.

Song Yu, who was not worried at all, happily took a hot bath, feeling refreshed all over his body, even his bones became warmer, heh, ginger syrup, labor and management will never eat ginger in this life, don't even think about it .

Of course——this kind of happiness only lasted for three seconds, and when he opened the door and smelled a strange smell, a bad feeling came over his face.

Then he saw the bowl of ginger syrup on the table in the living room, and the hooligan looking expectant.

Song Yu: —————beep————

In view of human civilization and environmental purification, some dirty words will not be displayed.

"You..., where did you find ginger?"

Du Wenzhou shrugged indifferently, "I drove out to buy it."

"Impossible! It's impossible to have it within a few kilometers of this place. Where did you drive to buy it?"

"The other end of the viaduct."

Du Wenzhou said that the cloud was calm and the wind was light, and he didn't care about the journey at all, his eyes were full of anticipation, as if Song Yu could die without regret as long as he could take a bite.

Song Yu's nose was sour, and he felt a little indescribable.

He has come here all these years by himself, living alone is good, he can do everything by himself, and he is not a little girl who can't move a bench or change a light bulb.

But the only thing is, no one takes care of you when you are sick, no one waits with the lights on when you come home late, and you can only order takeaway when you are too lazy to cook and hungry.

He really doesn't have much talent in cooking, so he just doesn't give up on it, and it's not that he can't eat takeaway, so his kitchen hasn't been turned on for three months.

Song Yu never knew the difference between a home and a house. It wasn't until Du Wenzhou's arrival, which added a touch of fireworks and humanity, that he realized that this is the taste of home.

... the taste of God's mother's house.This is the contagious brain disease that hasn't healed yet.

Song Yu opened his mouth with difficulty and asked, "You drove so far in the middle of the night, crossing the elevated back and forth, just to... make me ginger syrup?" Is this man crazy?

Du Wenzhou looked at him with deep and firm eyes, "You deserve it."

Damn, they are all fucking crazy, Sheng Yuan, Du Wenzhou, and that fitness trainer, there is no normal person around him, including himself.

"I don't eat ginger," Song Yu joked, "so I don't drink ginger syrup, sorry. Thank you for your trouble, but I really don't drink it."

Du Wenzhou looked at Song Yu, his eyes hurt slightly.

I don't know which point stimulated him, and this person built a high wall in front of his heart like they did when they met for the first time, and water and rocks couldn't get in.

Obviously he had already opened his heart before,... Du Wenzhou suddenly realized that Song Yu had never opened his heart to him.Even if it was the last time in bed, it was just a vague reminder, and nothing else was said.

Song Yu..., what made you so cautious?

"I made it especially for you..."

"I've already said thanks."

Du Hooligan suddenly felt aggrieved, bowed his head silently, and his proud straight shoulders slumped a little bit, like an abandoned child.

Song Yu's heart skipped a beat. No matter what time, this man was always high-spirited, or a rogue bastard in front of him, but he never acted so... pitiful.

no.Song Yu once again strengthened his heart and could not soften his heart.

He doesn't know what it is with Du Wenzhou now, maybe even Du Wenzhou himself doesn't know.

Well, even if what Du Wenzhou said is true, he really likes him, pursues him, and they are really together, and Du Wenzhou is the CEO of Xinghai, then can Song Yu leave the entertainment circle?

He doesn't want to go back, and it's impossible to go back, he doesn't even want to listen to it, or get involved in it, but if he is with Xiang Du Wenzhou, he can't do without these things, this is not what he wants.

Even for saving Wenzhou, it is absolutely impossible.

He admits that he likes Du Wenzhou a little bit, but when liking runs counter to reason, he should choose reason and be able to control his emotions. This is the difference between humans and animals.

So Song Yu took a deep breath, reached out for the key in Wenzhou's hand, and planned to send him out.

But when he stretched out his hand and just touched the opponent's fingertips, a drop of crystal liquid hit the back of his hand, which also stunned Song Yu's mind.

……

……

shit...

this fucking...

He cried..., he cried! ...

This……

Song Yu's inner villain was roaring, but his mouth was stuttering like a scoop,

"You..., no, I, no, what, don't cry, I didn't..."

Du Wenzhou raised his head, his eyes were red with crystal teardrops, he looked extremely aggrieved and distressed,

He whispered softly, "I want to see you drink it."

Song Yu didn't know how to coax people, he had never coaxed anyone in his life, so the moment he saw Du Wenzhou's tears, he felt bad, and a strong sense of guilt spread.

He made people cry, did he bully him?Uh... It's considered bullying... Damn it's broken, and it hurts a little, why does this surname Du cry so pitifully, I really want to be hugged and loved...

What the hell was he thinking—

Song Yu thought so, and physically did so uncontrollably.

With a stretch of his long arm, he directly wrapped Du Wenzhou's upper body into his arms, and stroked Du Hooligan's hair like a dog,

"Hey, don't cry, it's all brother's fault..."

The corner of Du Wenzhou's mouth buried in Song Yu's arms twitched.It's a pity that Song Yu didn't find out.

He heard the little poor boy in his arms asking sullenly, "Then do you want to drink or not—"

"..."

The strong man from the Song Dynasty broke his wrist, "Drink!"

If he didn't drink it, he was going to cry again. Song Yu didn't drink it voluntarily. He was forced to do so. He definitely didn't have the slightest thought of drinking it...no!

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