After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

Rong Yu took a sip of the wine Song Yandong specially prepared for him, but it was too late for Song Yandong to stop him.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket rang.

I took out my phone and looked at it. It was a call I had to answer.

When Song Yandong found a quiet place and answered the phone for a few minutes and came back, Rong Yu's clear eyes were already covered with mist.

"You bitch, you bastard, you dare to lie to me with a fake name. I'll draw a circle and curse your little brother for not being able to stand up..." Rong Yu cursed and found that his vision was blocked. He rubbed He rubbed his drunken eyes: "Hey, why did one person suddenly become two people?"

"Xiaoyu, who are you scolding?"

Upon hearing the question, Rong Yu said fiercely: "Yan Dong, no, it should be Song Yandong, I'm scolding that piece of shit Song Yandong. Not only did he lie to me with a fake name, but he also made my little brother unable to stand up recently... ....I’m going to draw a circle and curse his little brother so he can’t stand up either.”

Song Yandong was not angry because of his words. Instead, he asked coaxingly: "What's wrong with your little brother? Why can't he stand up?"

Rong Yu shook his furry head: "I don't know, every time I was preparing to have sex with someone some time ago, the bastard's face would subconsciously appear in my mind, and then the little brother would shrivel inexplicably. It was all the bastard's fault. Yes, it doesn’t matter that it makes my little brother unable to stand up. It keeps appearing in my dreams recently, and the dreams are all scenes I have never seen before. But the bastard in the dream looks much younger than he does now. , that face is pretty good, if I liked a man, I would definitely overpower him hehe..."

"..." Song Yandong guessed that the dream he was talking about should be some memories of the two of them getting along eight years ago, and continued to coax and ask: "Xiaoyu, in the dream it was you and... that What are some of the bastard scenes?"

Rong Yu blinked, his wet eyes full of confusion: "I don't know, I forgot about it after I woke up."

Fortunately, Xiaoyu didn't think of it.

Song Yandong's hanging heart finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hiccup~" Rong Yu burped. He staggered as soon as he stood up, and his whole body leaned forward. Fortunately, Song Yandong hugged him in time, and picked him up horizontally.

"Ah..." Rong Yu exclaimed, raised his wet eyes and glared at him fiercely: "Put me down, I, I will go by myself..."

As his mouth opened and closed, the faint smell of alcohol spread out from his mouth and rushed into the man's nostrils. Song Yandong frowned helplessly: "I'm so drunk after three glasses of wine. I'd better drink less in the future to avoid being cheated by others." Collecting corpses.”

"You bastard, put me down..."

Song Yandong ignored his struggle, walked out of the bar quickly and steadily, opened the car door, put the person into the back seat, and fastened the seat belt.

The man who was struggling so much before became a good boy as soon as he got into the car. He blinked, looked around the car, and fell asleep on the seat in less than two minutes.

When the car arrived at the residence, before Song Yandong could park the car, the man huddled in the back seat suddenly took off his clothes.

"Xiao Yu, you're not home yet. Go home and take off your clothes before going to bed."

Rong Yu mumbled in a daze: "No...I'm hot...I need to take it off now..."

Song Yandong didn't hear clearly what a drunkard was muttering. When he stopped the car and got out, a drunkard had already stripped off his upper body.

In order to prevent him from catching a cold, he had no choice but to take off his coat, wrap up the fair body, put the person in his arms and carry him into the house.

Arriving at the second floor, before Song Yandong put the person down and could straighten up, he was caught off guard and grabbed his collar, causing him to fall down on the bed and have a face-to-face encounter with a drunkard.

If he hadn't been training in the army for many years and had used his hands to support the bed in time, he would have fallen directly on top of someone who didn't know it.

His eyes touched the other party's fair and thin chest, and Song Yandong breathed heavily: "Xiaoyu, let go."

Rong Yu narrowed his eyes and hummed dissatisfiedly: "Don't let go...Don't let go...Don't let go...You have to take off your clothes when you sleep... Why don't you take off your clothes..." He started to pull the man's clothes roughly.

After tugging and tugging but not getting it off, he wrinkled his face and started tearing it apart with his hands.

After drinking, he had no strength, so Rong Yu didn't tear off his clothes for a long time. He simply opened the hem of the man's loose T-shirt, got in with his head numb, pressed his lips against the man's hard chest, and mumbled. He said: "What weird clothes...why can't you take them off...let me see...what's going on..."

The warm breath with a faint aroma of wine sprayed on his chest, and Song Yandong's body couldn't help trembling slightly.

"Xiao Yu." He said in a hoarse voice. Just as he was about to push out the head of a drunkard who didn't want to die, he was suddenly bitten on the chest.

With a slightly tingling numbness, Song Yandong's breathing became heavier. He pulled a certain furry head out of his clothes and bit the other person's ear: "Young Master, you took the initiative to tease me. Tomorrow Don't blame me for waking up." He took out a small umbrella from his trouser pocket with a slightly hasty movement...

It was the box that Wen Zhizhi had forced on him before. A call happened to come in at that time, and there was no trash can to throw away, so he could only stuff it into his trouser pocket.

I didn’t expect that it would actually come in handy now.

.......

Song Yanxi had lunch with Chu Yanyi a few days ago. After accidentally learning that he had been released from the blacklist, he shamelessly added Chu Yanyi on WeChat.

Although he didn't make direct calls these days, he sent messages non-stop every day. He sent messages much more diligently than Chu Yanyi, who was his little lover at that time, with at least a dozen or twenty messages a day.

Most of the time, Chu Yanyi was too lazy to reply to messages that asked him about his welfare or asked what he was busy with. He would only reply one or two sentences when he was in a good mood. Song Yanxi still sent diligently every day.

Chu Yanyi couldn't help but think that the Song Group was really going to go bankrupt if the dog man was so idle.

For example, at this moment, he entered the password to open the screen of his mobile phone, and after clicking on WeChat, the man sent him more than a dozen messages from morning to now.

Some said they brought him breakfast and left it at the front desk, asking him to remember to ask the assistant to get it; some asked him if he was busy and what he was busy with; some reminded him to balance work with rest and not to forget to take a rest as soon as he got busy... ...Almost every once in a while, the dog man will send him one or two messages, but there is no doubt that Chu Yanyi has not replied to him since the morning.

Chu Yanyi quickly browsed through the messages and was about to close the phone screen when another message from the dog man came into the dialog box.

【What are you busy with? At what time do we get off work in the evening, we will have dinner together. Ah Xiao recommended a good restaurant to me two days ago. I want to go to eat with you. "

After reading the man's message, Chu Yanyi responded with a rare compassionate message.

[I am going to visit Chu Lin on the set. I will be back very late in the evening, so there is no need to eat. 】

Less than a few seconds after the message was sent, the message from Song Yanxi came immediately.

[I happen to have nothing to do next, so I can go with you. 】

[I don’t need you to accompany me, I can find a place by myself. 】

[I will be your driver and drive for you. 】

[I can’t afford a driver like you who is worth hundreds of billions. 】

Chu Yanyi thought he had made his rejection clear, but when he came downstairs with the car keys, he saw a familiar figure standing next to his car.