Ichimori Peace

Looking up at the skyscraper, Song Sen'an stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the endless stream downstairs, with a sneer on his lips.

Tong Zhuohua knocked on the door and came in. When he saw Song Sen'an's back, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then quickly dimmed.

"Chairman, I've found all the information you need." He walked to the desk and put down the folder in his hand.

Song Sen'an turned his head, didn't look at him, reached out to take the folder to look through, frowned, but calmed down again.

He said, "Don't let the third person know about this."

"Yes." Tong Zhuohua replied, bowing his head slightly.

"By the way, help me cancel this week's schedule, and then, you can help me manage the company for a few days." Song Anyuan sat on the chair, propped his face with his hands, and said with a smile.

Tong Zhuohua has no way to refuse, but to accept orders, but he has never understood why among the three young masters of the Song family, only Song Sen'an remains mysterious.

Song Sen'an doesn't attend the board meeting, and he doesn't like to show his face, and let him pretend to be the highest figure in the imperial business. What is the reason?

Want to ask, dare not ask.

Song Sen'an smiled, "Why? Don't you want to?"

He suppressed the thoughts in his heart and said, "I didn't think about it that way."

"really?"

"Yes." Tong Zhuohua replied with a serious expression.

He said, "Then don't worry about it for a few days, maybe half a year."

"Ah?" Tong Zhuohua couldn't calm down now.

Song Sen'an smiled and asked, "Didn't you say you didn't think about it that much?"

Tong Zhuohua said, "This...isn't a concept."

Song Sen'an said, "You have no right to refuse, you can only agree."

He wanted to cry without tears, and asked, "You don't need to do this?"

Song Sen'an smiled back at him, "What do you think?"

"Yes."

Tong Zhuohua thought, who is going to kill Song Sen'an, this monster!

Chapter 12

From morning to noon, Song Cheng went to the toilet so many times, it was all because Zhong Yao dragged him to eat hot pot yesterday, which made him eat badly.

After this trip, his legs were weak from running.

Going into the toilet again, Song Cheng almost couldn't stand up, so he could only walk while leaning on the wall.

"Hey!"

As soon as he got out of the toilet, he heard the sound behind him. Looking back, he saw a man in a suit coming out of the toilet.

The other party looks gentle, with dimples at the corners of his mouth, he should look pretty when he smiles.

He looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The other party pointed to Song Cheng's crotch, and said calmly, "Your zipper is not pulled."

Song Cheng blushed, glared at the other party, clenched his pants, and went back to the toilet.

As a result, he forgot that there was a puddle of water at the door, and accidentally dropped a dog, accompanied by his screams.

Bai Qingjue couldn't help but smile outside, this student is really reckless.

He raised his head and looked at the blue sky, feeling that the university was not bad, but it was just a war of hatred that was about to break out.

He didn't think about anything else, and was about to leave. He accidentally saw the student card that fell on the ground, reached out to pick it up, glanced at the name on it, and suddenly smiled, "So you are Song Cheng."

It turns out that you are Song Sen'an's younger brother, but why don't you look like him at all?

In the toilet, Song Cheng, who had zipped it up, seemed to hear someone calling his name, and couldn't help frowning. He looked around the toilet and found no one. Could it be that he had an illusion?

Suddenly Song Cheng thought of the rumors that the toilet was haunted, his back turned cold, and he was about to go out quickly, but his stomach hurt again.

He wailed in his heart and crouched trembling, not as domineering as before.

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Recently, as soon as Xia Xing finished class, he went home to prepare for the modeling competition. He wanted to be No. 1, so that his mother's treatment expenses could be reduced to raise money.

The day before the game, he missed Song Sen'an very much, and wanted to see Song Sen'an once, just once.

At noon that day, he decided to lower his proud posture and run to Song Cheng to ask about Song Sen'an. He believed that Song Cheng must know where Song Sen'an was, or he could tell him Song Sen'an's cell phone number.

He asked many classmates, and finally saw Song Cheng and his friend Zhong Yao in the back garden.

Song Cheng was talking to Zhong Yao, when he saw Xia Xing, he was stunned for a moment, and then he said dismissively, "Are you here for a fight?"

Xia Ying shook her head, "I have something to ask you."

Song Cheng sarcastically said, "The great talent still asks me something? Can you stop being funny!"

Xia Xing frowned, and he said, "I really have something to ask you."

Song Cheng stared at Xia Ying, seeming to think of something, and said, "You want to ask me about my second brother?"

Xia Ying was silent, and then said, "Do you know where he is?"

When Song Cheng heard this, he sneered, "Why should I tell you this? Aren't you always proud? If you want to know, go find it yourself."

Xia Xing clenched his fists, tried to restrain his emotions, and said, "Song Cheng, I know you hate me. We have had deep conflicts before. Now I apologize to you. I hope you can tell me that Song Sen'an is here. where."

Song Cheng paused, he didn't expect Xia Ying to have such an attitude one day, so he asked, "You don't like my second brother, do you?"

Xia Ying didn't speak, kept silent, and suddenly Zhong Yao looked at Xia Ying.

Seeing Xia Ying like this, Song Cheng knew the answer to those words. At this moment, he didn't know whether to laugh at Xia Ying or pity Xia Ying, but he actually fell in love with Song Sen'an.

His second brother, who seems to have affection for everyone, is actually the most ruthless towards everyone.

How can a heartless person have love?

It's a pity that he won't tell Xia Xing this fact.

He said, "Even if you apologize to me, I won't say where my second brother is, unless..."

He had no lingering sound, smiled distortedly, and pointed to the ground.

Xia Xing turned pale, looked at Song Cheng coldly, turned and left.

Suddenly Song Cheng cursed, "Xia Xing, why the hell are you pretending to be noble!"

Xia Xing stopped walking, straightened her back, and walked forward again.

He would not pay attention to Song Cheng's words, nor would he kneel down to Song Cheng for such a thing, even if he wanted to see Song Sen'an again, he still wanted his self-esteem.

Yes, Xia Xing had a strong sense of self-esteem, and that was probably the only thing he kept in the cruel reality.

Chapter 13

On Saturday afternoon, Song Sen'an received a call from Zhong Huachen, asking him to accompany him to a mysterious model competition, and the words were extremely ambiguous.He didn't need to think too much, and he knew what the purpose of the competition was. Only Zhong Huachen had such vulgar interests.

Song Sen'an originally wanted to refuse, but felt that life was too boring recently, seeing vulgar things might give him some fun to do.

"Sen'an, are you coming or not?" Zhong Huachen asked on the other end of the phone, his tone uncertain.

"Come on, I'll call you when I arrive."

"it is good."

He closed his phone, put on a coat, and went out.

Song Sen'an drove to the competition location mentioned by Zhong Huachen.This place is hidden, even the paparazzi will find it difficult.

He parked the car and entered through the main entrance. A girl saw him at the door and smiled fondly, but he only glanced at her before walking away.

Zhong Huachen was waiting for Song Sen'an at the door. When he saw Song Sen'an's pretty face, he couldn't help but feel lustful. He stepped forward to touch it, and received Song Sen'an's cold gaze.

He smiled coyly and said, "Touch it and you won't lose a few pieces of meat."

Song Sen'an said, "If you don't want to die, just touch my face again and try."

He said, "I care about such small things. It's not like I haven't masturbated each other before watching movies."

Song Sen'an glanced at Zhong Huachen, and said with a smile, "Are you implying that I should fuck?"

After hearing this, Zhong Huachen folded his arms and said, "My integrity is for my wife."

The corner of Song Sen'an's mouth twitched, he thumped Zhong Huachen's shoulder, and said, "Okay, stop joking."

"Haha...are you disgusted by me?" Zhong Huachen asked with a smile.

Song Sen'an was silent, he had nothing to say to Zhong Huachen.

Zhong Huachen put his arms around Song Sen'an's shoulders, and said seriously, "Come on, let's go in and watch the catwalk."

Song Sen'an shook his head helplessly, entered together, walked to a place near the catwalk and sat down.

There are already many people around, probably for a group of nouveau riche, looking for fun to sponsor this kind of competition, and those who come to participate in the competition are really contemptible.

The smile on Song Sen'an's mouth was slightly cold, which was covered by the dim light.

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When he came to this place, Xia Xing frowned.He didn't expect this place to be so remote, and when the dressmaker gave him the clothes, he didn't want to wear them at all.

The clothes in his hands were no different from rags, with spots everywhere, and it was as if they were naked, but he wanted the 5 yuan.

The hospital urged him to pay the fee, and the money he earned from working part-time was not enough to pay. With this money, he could relax for a while.His mother's treatment couldn't be stopped, so he had no choice.

There were quite a lot of people participating in the competition, and they all put on coquettish make-up, which almost made him think he was competing with a group of women.

He was not feeling well, but he still asked the makeup artist to put on light makeup for him. Seeing him in the mirror with a charming look made his stomach feel a little uncomfortable.

The make-up artist smiled, "You look quite iconic, why do you do this kind of thing?"

Xia Xing didn't understand what she meant by this kind of thing, she frowned, and just about to ask, someone came to urge her to come on stage.

Probably the people on the side wore revealing clothes, Xia Xing wasn't too embarrassed, he thought it was just this time.

The first person on stage was a boy he thought was good-looking. He felt extremely uncomfortable when he heard the shouts and applause from the outside.

They went out one by one, and when it was his turn, he took a deep breath, and the moment he stepped outside, he still had a smile on his face, but in the middle of it, he was completely stunned.

Song Sen'an.

It's Song Sen'an.

The man he thought about day and night.

Looking at him coldly from the audience, the other party's eyes hurt him, he seemed to be able to see the disgust and disgust in Song Sen'an's eyes, was it for him?

Xia Xing wanted to run away, to find a place to hide, but he was exposed to the light, where could he escape.

He forgot to breathe, forgot