I heard that the whole network is waiting for my debut

It took Song Xingcheng seven or eight seconds to react.

He coughed lightly, knelt down and asked uncomfortably, "Is your senior brother really going to hit you?"

The child pursed his lips, nodded miserably, and said: "But then I fought back." Even though I fought back, I still lost.

Not yet stupid enough, Song Xingcheng thought to himself, and asked in a low voice: "Then are you seriously injured?"

"Not to mention the injury, anyway, he is also my senior brother." The child waved his hands indifferently, and said: "We often fight, and we have a sense of proportion."

After saying this, Lian Sauna shook the bag of sliced ​​meat in front of Song Xingcheng.The child smiled brightly: "Today's lunch was reimbursed by the studio, so I ordered a few more plates of meat, and packed it back if I couldn't finish it."

Song Xingcheng took it over and saw that it was raw meat.Seeing the little boy begging for praise, he couldn't laugh or cry.He also said insincerely: "Not bad, not bad, it seems that our family Lian Sang is very good at housekeeping."

The child suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, his tail was about to float into the sky.The little one is soft and cute, so cute.

Song Xingcheng's heart almost melted. He put his hand in front of Lian Sang, and his voice became softer: "I'll pull you up."

The child put his hands on it, and was about to stand up, but just as his legs were exerting strength, he made a "hiss" again and sat back down.

Seeing his painful expression, Song Xingcheng panicked and said at a loss: "What's wrong, is there a wound on your leg? Does it hurt? Just bear with me, I'll send you to the hospital right now..."

He babbled a lot of words, very fast.The girl at the front desk who stepped forward to help was surprised for a while, Mr. Song's tongue didn't tie up at such a speed!

Lian Sang regained his strength, stretched out his hand and waved it, raised his head and said pitifully to Song Xingcheng, "Legs are numb..."

Song Xingcheng, who was so worried that he almost didn't call 120: "..."

The girl at the front desk who was about to call for help: "..."

What should I say, as expected of a sand sculpture little monk?Squatting in a corner until your legs are numb or something, probably there is really no one else.

In the end, the little monk Lian Sang, whose legs were so numb that he couldn't stand up, was carried into the elevator by his elder brother Song in a princess hug.Along the way, the child didn't stop talking, and couldn't stop whispering: "Brother Song, am I heavy? Alas, if I knew this would happen, I would eat less. Brother Song, you Suffering, ah!"

"After a while, my legs won't be numb, so let me carry you away..."

"Don't worry, Brother Song, I won't let you suffer. I can hold someone securely, and it's not a problem to hold someone high..."

Song Xingcheng put all his energy into speaking on the great cause of Baoliansang, and suddenly wanted to throw people out, and step on his feet again by the way.

At this moment, he suddenly doubted whether the decision he made earlier was correct.Is it really the right decision to take this skinny kid back home as a target?Could it be that he vomited blood out of anger before he got the man home?

Song Xingcheng, who had to use all his strength to not throw this seemingly thin but strong child, and endured the child's ramblings, said that he was a little tired, really.

Neither of them noticed that the girl at the front desk behind them was staring at their leaving back with wolf eyes.It wasn't until the elevator door was closed that she could no longer peep at anything, then she took out her mobile phone and sent a message to a good netizen.

[Your new pair of CPs are very promising! 】

Netizen: [? ? ?Cheng Sang CP?Didn't you say it was impossible? You also said that Da Song had a strange temper and was not suitable for a young monk who escaped.Why did you suddenly change your mind? 】

The very professional girl at the front desk just smiled and said nothing, and didn't elaborate on the reason.Well, she can't cause trouble for Boss Song and Lian Sang, that candy just pokes secretly.

Anyway, Lian Sang was finally carried into his office by Song Xingcheng.It wasn't that there were no assistants who came forward to help, but Song Xingcheng shook his head and refused.

Carefully placing the person on the sofa, Song Xingcheng heaved a long sigh of relief, and his blushing face finally recovered gradually.Good guy, almost killed him too young.

His assistant brought two cups of tea with keen eyesight, and after putting them down, he left the office, not forgetting to close the door behind him.For a while, there were only these two lonely men and widows left in the office...men.

The child on the sofa was still rubbing his calf while muttering: "Brother Song, you really should exercise your body. My brother Yu can carry my senior brother up a flight of stairs. You are still sitting in the elevator." Woolen cloth……"

Lian Sang also thought to himself, sure enough, the novels are full of lies.His elder brother Song is so poor in physical fitness, how could he overwhelm him!Well, go back and use the trumpet to send a private message to the author and tell her this fact.

What kind of feeling does it feel to carry someone upstairs with good intentions and be rejected by all kinds of people for not being physically strong?It's hard for others to say, anyway, Song Xingcheng was about to explode.No man would be happy to hear the word "no" from the person he is going to pursue, even if it refers to physical strength.

The kid still kept talking, telling him various fitness methods.He finally couldn't bear it any longer, he bent down and stretched out his hand with a "snap", wrapped Lian Sang in his arms, slammed on a standard sofa, and gritted his teeth: "Shut up! Mouth!"

The child was taken aback, and subconsciously leaned back.Seeing Song Xingcheng's fiercely handsome face so close at hand, he blinked.The heartbeat suddenly lost its balance, and it was unreasonably fast.I don't know if he was violently attacked by his handsome face, or he was stimulated by the faint smell of unknown men's perfume on that person.

Until now, the child still thought, this scent is much better than Liushen.

But Lian Sang's reflexes were not that bad. Two seconds later, the child raised one hand and "pull" his mouth up like a zipper.

After pulling, Song Xingcheng also got up.The man patted his hair like a puppy and touched the sweat from his hands.She didn't dislike him, instead she took out a few paper towels and wiped him, complaining in a low voice while wiping: "Why didn't I find you so annoying before!"

Lian Sang let him move, and retorted: "Didn't I treat you as my own family, you are my best buddy now."

Before Song Xingcheng returned to China, although their relationship was pretty good, there was still an ocean of distance between them.Relying entirely on the Internet to chat, there must be a lack of intimacy.It's different now, they have gotten in touch with each other a lot these days, and Song Xingcheng also helped him a lot unconditionally.Like friends, like brothers and like elders, the relationship is improving every day.

So gradually, he took Song Xingcheng a little more seriously, subconsciously classifying him as one of his "family members".Facing his own family, he, who was already childish, naturally talked too much.After all, this is the same state he usually gets along with his family members, and they fight each other every now and then.

But he didn't know how much excitement his words brought to Song Xingcheng.

My family?dude?

With ghosts in his heart, he couldn't help but his thoughts diverged. Did Lian Sang's words mean that he was rejecting him, telling him that the relationship between the two of them could only stop at buddies?

In this way, Lian Sang really knew that he had unreasonable thoughts about him... No wonder he asked him that way in the morning.

It's just, are these words now trying to make him give up?His love affair has not had time to develop, and he is about to die?

This thought made Song Xingcheng very uncomfortable. He pursed his lips tightly and his eyes gradually deepened.

Throwing the sweaty tissue into the trash can, he stared at Lian Sang with a serious face: "Did I say that I want to be your buddy?"

Lian Sang looked surprised: "Do you want to be my father?"

When he was in high school and college, there were a few male classmates who liked to joke around. They didn't know whether it was because of his young age or something, but they liked to trick him into calling him dad and grandpa when they had nothing to do.But so far no one has succeeded in taking advantage of him, who made him smart!

Not even Brother Da Song.

Song Xingcheng: "..."

Is it still too late to strangle this poor boy?

The idea of ​​trying to make a confession along the way was completely extinguished. Song Xingcheng stretched out his hand and messed up the child's hair, then ignored the child's dissatisfied eyes, and returned to his desk to work.

Courage is really fleeting.

Lian Sang, who watched him go back to work, looked puzzled, as if his uncle had come.Scientists have said that men, like women, always have such inexplicable days every month.He shook his head, got up and put the beef under the air conditioner, and returned to his seat.Flipping through the script while drinking tea.

Song Xingcheng, who was immersed in his work, inadvertently looked up, and saw his own child sitting on the sofa holding the script.His eyes were fixed on the script, he was muttering something silently, his little face was full of seriousness and sternness.

That was Lian Sang, whom he had never seen before.It seems that there is only the script in the hand in the eyes and nothing else.It's so serious that it doesn't look like an eighteen-year-old young man at all.

Get rid of the childish way of speaking and jumpy behavior, the serious children have more indescribable charms, which makes people's heart beat and they can't move their eyes.

Song Xingcheng quietly took a photo with his mobile phone and set it as a screen saver, then he turned his head and quietly admired the child's earnest demeanor of memorizing the script.He thought, Lian Sang probably really likes being an actor...

It's nice to be able to do what you want to do and do what you want to do.Although the process is extremely hard, it always lives up to its youth.

He turned around and continued with his work.He has to work hard, at least try to get off work early today, and accompany the children to have a meal.

When the assistant came to deliver the documents, what he saw was such a picture - in the spacious office, a mature man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was flipping through the documents at the desk on the right.On the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the left, a delicate and handsome young man is holding a script and reading it silently.

Both of them are working very hard and earnestly.It is clear that they do not interfere with each other, but the atmosphere is extremely harmonious.

…………

Lian Sang has always been very serious about work, whether it is drama or variety show.If you don't answer it, you have to take it seriously.He is so, so is his senior brother.Therefore, he was immersed in the script all afternoon.After dinner in the evening, he followed Song Xingcheng back home, and he continued to memorize his lines and figure out the role non-stop.

During the period, Song Xingcheng gave him a draft entertainment company contract, and he didn't have time to read it carefully, so he directly signed his name and stamped his handprint.Anyway, he can trust Brother Da Song, and there is nothing in him worth the other party's covetousness.

This made Song Xingcheng extremely depressed.He wanted to partner with Lian Sang to open such an entertainment company, and he drew up the contract in such a hurry, not because he was afraid that the children would find out that he had different intentions and would shrink back and run away.

To put it bluntly, this company is a hub to maintain the relationship between himself and Lian Sang, just in case.He attaches great importance to this company, and even thought about the name for several days.But in Lian Sang's eyes, this company was not even as important as his script.He can even say with certainty that nine out of ten children haven't even read the company name carefully.

Song Xingcheng sighed in frustration, but there was nothing he could do.He really couldn't get what the child thought, saying that he couldn't accept his unreasonable thoughts on him, but the child was still willing to take the initiative to contact him and go home with him.

Saying that he can accept it, the child said again that he only wanted to be a buddy.What else can I do, if I spread it out, I am afraid that people will turn around and run away.

That night, even Sang was full of script lines and so on, and the plot of the play was still in his sleep.The child didn't remember at all what he asked Song Xingcheng in the morning, and he didn't pay attention to how much influence he had on Song Xingcheng.

But Song Xingcheng suffered a lot, and he suffered all night on the bed like pancakes, and finally rubbed his dark circles the next morning and came to a shitty conclusion: the road to chasing a husband is long, and he has to search up and down.

The author has something to say: one family, three father-in-laws, are you the devil?Although this seems to be true

Brother Da Song was completely set to death by himself!I was originally in a state of not being a lover, but I ended up thinking too much and killing myself