The beautiful god of war just wants to raise a dog [Quick Transmigration]

Now that he has decided to take over the business of the joint venture waterway, the work has become busy overnight, and Special Assistant Wu prepared a lot of materials overnight to meet the needs of the boss at the meeting the next morning.

However, the boss is not in a good mood today, and the pressure is very low, so all the executives in the conference room listened to Shen Qian's speech with 12 points of energy, trembling, for fear of neglecting the slightest bit.

It's strange, it's obvious that what you want to do is a great deal, why isn't the CEO excited at all?

"Next Friday, I will meet with the person in charge of Jitong. The investment amount is estimated to be 5.3 million. If there are no accidents..."

The mobile phone on the table suddenly started to vibrate, breaking the solemn and depressing meeting room, Shen Qian glanced at the screen, and the voice stopped.

He talked about a very important point. According to the original habit, this call must be hung up, and even if he didn't say anything, Special Assistant Wu would help him hang up, but today Special Assistant Wu still stood up straight, It's like you didn't see it.

The meeting room was quiet for a few seconds, only the ringing of the bell was left. Shen Qian looked at the screen with an unpredictable expression, his handsome profile was like a static statue, but only after a very short time, he connected phone.

"Hey."

"...vomited? Why did you vomit?"

"Don't worry, you should be fine."

"Not busy, I'll go there right away, wait for me."

"..."

As he said that, he stood up, gestured to Special Assistant Wu, and left the meeting room with his mobile phone, leaving behind a group of stunned executives.

Shen Qian had long legs and disappeared in an instant, but in the end, everyone in the meeting room heard a very gentle "Don't cry."

It's just... subversive.

The executives have never seen their president speak in such a tone, let alone run away in the middle of the meeting, but from the conversation just now, it should be that the family members are sick?And it is estimated that he is seriously ill, otherwise why would he call the president crying.

Special assistant Wu was forced to have no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the front to host this unfinished memory.

Here Song Shu was holding the phone, squatting on the ground looking at the sobbing little golden retriever, feeling extremely anxious.

What happened with Shen Qian just last night, it is reasonable to give each other a time to calm down, but this morning Xiao Qi told him that the puppy ate her grapes, and there is no pet hospital near the film crew, Xiao Qi told him again How serious would it be if the dog ate the grape skins? Song Shu was anxious and called Shen Qian.

"I've already fed something to induce vomiting, but I'm still not energetic." Song Shu paused and emphasized, "I didn't cry."

"Well, then you are very good."

"..."

Mr. Shen drove a Porsche 911 today, and the speed was very fast. It took less than half an hour to arrive at the set. Song Shu immediately got into the co-pilot with the puppy in his arms.

Shen Qian reached out and touched the little golden retriever's limp head, scolded "stupid dog", and then went to hook the seat belt on Song Shu's shoulder.

"...Thank you." Song Shu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he subconsciously leaned back in the chair.

Shen Qian paused, then turned around as if nothing had happened, started the car and stepped on the accelerator, "You're welcome."

The puppy grapes didn't eat much, but because of its young age, it still had some influence. Being pressed on the table by the doctor, he was forced to vomit and given an enema. With a groan, Song Shu's heart ached terribly, he pinched his slender fingers together, and the skin on the joints was flushed red from his rubbing.

Shen Qian wanted to pull him away from the room, but his hand was slapped off. Song Shu frowned and said seriously, "I'll be anxious if it can't see it."

"..." He is a good host.

Now these pet dogs are too fragile, they can't eat this or that, and they are easy to get sick.After finishing the treatment, Song Shu couldn't help thinking while feeding the puppy water, it's better to eat Gou Chen, so he can eat whatever Gou Chen eats, isn't he still strong and strong, his fur is fluffy and shiny, and he's more handsome than a wolf Woolen cloth.

Pity.

Song Shu couldn't help but look at Shen Qian, regretting that he couldn't turn back into a dog to pet him, but this time he met the man's focused gaze, which was as deep and dazzling as obsidian, and he didn't know how long he had been staring at him.

There was a sudden numbness in the fingertips, and he remembered the look on the man's face when he pushed himself against the car door last night. It was sharp and flamboyant, as if it was going to tear him apart and swallow him.Today, however, he restrained his aggressiveness, wrapped up his strong feelings with tenderness and depth, but somehow made him feel astringent.

Song Shu turned around to avoid his sight, "...it's okay, if you're busy, go first, I can go back by myself."

The man said nothing.

Song Shu heard his answer after a long while, and said in a low voice, "Don't drive me away, I don't feel well if I don't see you..."

Song Shu lowered his head and rubbed his red knuckles again.

The little golden retriever has a lively personality. He was listless a second ago, but when he ate something and drank some water, he became lively again, wagging his tail cheerfully at the two of them.

Song Shu took it to take a bath by the way.

The little golden retriever didn't object to taking a bath, and stuck out his tongue to drink the bath water while taking a bath. When Shen Qian saw it, he pulled its little tongue, and pulled it far away.

"... What are you doing?"

"Interesting." Shen Qian didn't give up, and pulled again, "Here, it's like a rubber band."

"It's better to play with your own, it's more interesting." Song Shu's head was full of black lines, thinking why this person is so mean, he didn't bully him like this when he was raising a dog.

"...I don't know." Shen Qian suddenly smiled and said lazily, "But I still remember the feeling of your tongue."

...So soft and slippery, the moment he licked his fingertips, he became hard.

Song Shu also remembered what happened that night. The man put his finger into his mouth, touched every inch of his mouth, and entangled with him like a tongue kiss. He could kiss him at that time, but He didn't want to take advantage of others' danger, so he obviously took the initiative to sneak into his arms... He was too stupid to have such a beginning, but he still delusional Shen Qian regarded him as other relationship.

The girl bathing the puppy suddenly turned around and smiled at them ambiguously, "I wanted to ask just now, are you a couple? You are a good match."

"No." Song Shu immediately denied it, his face was slightly cold, "We..."

What are we?

"He is my boss." Song Shu said.

Shen Qian's eyes dimmed, and the atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward. The girl said sorry and turned back.Fortunately, the puppy was washed soon. Song Shu hugged the puppy and patiently blew it. The side face with his head down was gentle and beautiful. He sighed and gently brushed the broken hair behind his ears. .

……

"It's almost finished, isn't it?"

Song Shu didn't want to have dinner with him, so the two went back after they came out of the pet hospital. The puppy whimpered and fell asleep in Song Shu's arms. Shen Qian glanced at his erratic eyes in the rearview mirror and took the initiative to Open your mouth.

"Well, the last show next Friday." Song Shu recovered and replied.

"What movie do you want to make next? I'll let you pay attention."

"I don't know." Song Shu said, paused and then said, "I don't like filming very much. Can you not be in a hurry to take on the next one?"

"If you don't like it, then don't make it, and I don't point you to make money for the company." Shen Qian was a little amused, "What do you do in the entertainment industry if you don't like filming? Want fans? I don't think you care too much."

"……fine."

Song Shu doesn't like filming, it's a conclusion after trying.He is willing to try all kinds of things, like being a teacher in the last world, he felt good watching a group of energetic young people, but filming is so-so, because he broke his fantasy of film and television dramas, he can watch martial arts dramas now Not as much fun as it used to be.

What exactly does he like to do?Song Shu himself didn't know.If there is something he likes, he would have done it long ago, so why stay in the heavens for tens of thousands of years doing nothing.

"You can do whatever you want, or you can do nothing." Shen Qian said, "Anyway..."

He really wanted to say that I will support you anyway, but he couldn't say it, a self-deprecating smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, wondering if he cares.

Being able to stay by his side and make him feel a little useful is enough, what else do you want?When he encounters a problem, he is the first to think of you and not others, so he should be content.

Slowly exhaling a sigh of frustration, as if wanting to vent his emotions, Shen Qian's feet got heavier, and the accelerator hit to the end, the speeding sports car was like a soaring eagle, setting off a burst of flying sand and rocks.

The Porsche 911 was really fun to drive. The roar of the motor was like the roar of a wild beast. Song Shu didn't feel scared at all. Instead, he sat up straighter and his eyes shone slightly.

Shen Qian drove the car chicly and unrestrainedly. He turned the steering wheel, shifted gears, and gasped. A simple road gave him the feeling that he was driving a track. Sitting in the car and watching the scenery retreating at a high speed, Song Shu From the rearview mirror, I saw the man's raised eyebrows, and he was very handsome with a bit of scorn.

But soon, Shen Qian noticed something was wrong.

On a road with very little traffic, a Hummer followed them quietly, without overtaking or honking, but it was very close, and the dazzling headlights shone into their car, like a wild beast watching prey.

Someone is following them.

Song Shu was keen enough, so he could naturally detect Shen Qian's downcast face. He didn't speak, but his nerves were kept in a tense state. With the secretion of adrenaline, he began to feel a little irritated.

He stretched out his hand to press the corner of his eye, but luckily, the tear gland didn't collapse.

The vehicle entered a busy section of the city from the highway, so the Hummer behind it was also blocked. Shen Qian glanced at the license plate number, and called Special Assistant Wu to ask him to check.

"Put it on." Shen Qian took a peaked cap and put it on Song Shu's head, "Don't let anyone see your face."

Probably because he was afraid that he would be nervous, the man specially made a joke, "If people recognize you and say that I support you, I won't find you a publicist to whitewash you."

Song Shu turned the brim of his hat and smiled softly.

This trace of a smile fell into the man's ears, like a feather scratched slightly at the tip of his heart, making it crisp and numb.

Shen Qian turned his head and saw Song Shuqing's indifferent profile.

There are many cars on the congested elevated highway, and the sports car shuttles through it like a nimble fish, but the Hummer behind it still bites tightly, and even ignores the angry sirens of other people repeatedly sticking to the rear of their cars, Shen Qian's expression becomes more and more serious. He was getting heavier, and seeing that he was about to leave the elevated road, he simply increased the accelerator and drove the car into a sparsely populated street, driving further and further away.

Shen Qian maintained the posture of holding the steering wheel with one hand, and reached out to the top of his head with the other hand. After groping a few times, he found a groove, pulled it open and took out a dark object from it.

Song Shu was taken aback for a moment, then heard Shen Qian say to him, "Cover your ears."

Then, the man unbuttoned his seat belt and leaned out of the high-speed moving window, "Bang! Bang!" There were loud noises, and in the rearview mirror, the car skidded suddenly, making a screeching sound of metal rubbing, and then headed straight to the ground. He crashed into an abandoned shop next to him and was forced to stop.

Shen Qian returned to the driver's seat, stabilized the steering wheel, and drove away amidst the other party's scolding.

Turning his face to look at Song Shu, Shen Qian found that he did cover his ears as he expected, but it was the dog's ears, and he himself was staring at him intently.

"..."

"Don't be afraid." Shen Qian was silent for a moment, trying to comfort the other party, "I hit the tire."

"You'd hit someone if you had to, wouldn't you?"

Shen Qian didn't say anything.

It is impossible for a chaebol as big as the Shen family to have no Taoist connections behind it, but since Shen Chengfeng took power, the Shen family has been almost wiped out, and the only thing left is the branch of Shen Qian's mother.

He didn't think about hiding Song Shu, the family's black and white take everything is great confidence, but he was uneasy, he was afraid that Song Shu would stay away from him for any reason, and feared him.

Because I care too much, I worry about gains and losses.

"I'm not afraid." The cool temperature on the wrist was Song Shu's finger, he glanced at the position where Shen Qian fired the gun, "Don't think I'm so timid, if you have a chance, can you teach me how to use it? "

"……what?"

"It's not that I can do whatever I want?" There was a little light in his eyes, which made this cold face look a lot more vivid, "I'm more interested in this."

Shen Qian was stunned, staring into his eyes and didn't know what to say, because he had never seen Song Shu's current state, and his heart began to beat violently, as if he was grateful for the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

But soon, it was put into the ice cellar again, and it was completely cooled.

He sent Song Shu home and saw some things in his home, so he could explain why he didn't like filming and wanted to enter the entertainment circle.

He always wanted to tell Song Shu, if you just want resources, there is no need to follow your father, I can give you everything, I can give you anything.

But looking at the photo of his father cut out from a business magazine on the bedroom wall, he can only smile and smooth his hair that is messed up by the peaked cap:

"I'm going out for a meeting next week, take care of yourself and call me if you have anything to do."

"it is good."

……

Shen Qian is the young master of a wealthy family, the proud son of heaven, and unlike those young masters, he has always kept himself clean and devoted all his energy to his career.

He is ambitious, he has the arrogance of starting from nothing and not relying on anyone, but also greedy enough, he will fight for everything that belongs to him, and he is unwilling to hand over anything to others.

So now he is sitting at the wine table, exchanging glasses with the person in charge of Jitong, striving to obtain the maximum benefit with the minimum investment in this business, which he is comfortable with.

But Shen Qian knew that this was not what he cared about the most at this moment. He was forced to sit here because there were always some things in the world that he couldn't control, so he could only hold a hot heart and let others pick and choose. He was the one who was left behind.

Shen Qian drank a glass of wine expressionlessly, and the shrewd person in charge was still arguing with him about the few percent of the shares, but he was thinking, how stupid he was back then, he should have just thrown him out that night Sleeping, eating and wiping, even if he doesn't admit it, he still has to admit it, even if he gets a share from Shen Chengfeng, it's better than what he is doing now.

Now... Now he can only hope that his father will die soon, and when the time comes, he proposes to inherit his little mother, and he doesn't know if he will be willing.

After drinking another glass of wine, Shen Qian took the phone, and the screen was clean without a single message.

……

The last scene took place on a rainy day at dusk. Song Shu was about to finish filming a fight scene in the rain, and was beaten all over his body. He was cornered and finally fell off a cliff.

Song Shu, dressed in white and with black hair, looked even colder under the cold lighting of the crew.In the airtight rain curtain, he stood with his sword in hand, his clothes were stained with blood, but he was spotless.

"Xiao Song, you have to cooperate with the fall here, it may hurt a bit, so be careful."

"know."

Xiaoqi was sick today, Song Shu didn't let her come to the set, anyway, the last scene was over after the filming.And Xiao Qi always protects him like a little girl, last time he got a little bruise and was so nervous that he was out of shape, this time it's all bumps and bumps, she might be so anxious to recruit Shen Qian behind his back.

Oh, Shen Qian is on a business trip in city b these few days, so it's impossible to see him.

Song Shu walked to the center of the venue alone.

The autumn rain was very cold, and the chill soaked into the bone marrow, but Song Shu's hand holding the sword remained steady.He has no talent for acting, so every scene that breaks out has to be considered with his own experience, and the current scene reminds him of that day unfortunately.

It was also raining heavily, tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals fell from the sky, and the entire Song residence was stained red with blood. He hugged his sister and huddled aside, and his father's blood flowed to his feet.

Fragments of memory flashed through his mind, he struck harder and harder, and there was faint anger gushing out between his brows and eyes. Not long after, the director called a timeout.

"Xiao Song, you can't shoot this fight scene like this. You should be at the end of your battle. Just now, it was a one-to-ten aura." The director looked at the tall and tall figure, dumbfounded, "Just now you should have been shot out Why are you still fighting?"

Song Shu closed his eyes and suppressed the memories, "Sorry."

"It's all right." The director smiled, "Do you need a break? If we don't take a break, let's hurry up and shoot. It's not good to be in the rain all the time."

"Need not."

Pretending to be pushed back a few steps by inertia, he fell to the ground, and the sword he was clenched in his hand fell far away, and then fell to the ground on his back.

But the director yelled to stop again.

"Xiao Song, you fell so beautifully, uh... You have been pushed to a desperate situation now. Not only is your strength exhausted, but you have also been betrayed. You are very desperate, so act a little more embarrassingly."

"I see."

Picking up the sword again, Song Shu went to touch up her makeup, and then went back into the rain again.

despair?Embarrassed?He hasn't been here for a long time.But trying to remember, he was able to remember some, because that person's indifference made him feel like falling into an ice cave, his heart was cold from the tip to the bottom, and the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance in his nose was so strong that it made people sick, he would never forget that day.

With a slight movement of the eyes, a face suddenly flashed in Song Shu's mind, and then disappeared.

He fell heavily on the ground, staggered up with his arms propped up, ran a few steps with difficulty, and fell to the ground again. Behind him was a cliff that could not retreat, so he simply jumped off.

……

The rain was still falling, and Song Shu was completely drenched.The rain dripped down the tip of his hair drop by drop, and when one drop fell into his eyes, he raised the back of his hand to wipe it——then a shadow came down, blocking all the fine rainwater from outside, and the crackling on the umbrella The sound suddenly became deafening.

Song Shu raised his head, and suddenly bumped into a pair of deep eyes, which were full of pity.

His heart missed a beat, and then it started beating. He looked at the condescending man with a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?"

Didn't you say... have you gone to a meeting?

Shen Qian didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to help him gently brush the hair sticking to his face behind his ears. This action is often done to him by men, but this time his ears felt a little hot.

The man squatted down and handed the handle of the umbrella to him, "Take it."

Song Shu picked it up, and the next second, he was hugged horizontally in front of everyone on the set.

Shen Qian said to him, "I'm here to collect the debt."