Chuanshu: I want to get divorced every day

Ye Linghan didn't expect that just a simple birthday greeting song could move the young man to the point of tears in his eyes, making it hard for him to speak.There were traces of sourness in his heart, and he couldn't tell what emotion brought about the feeling, but he scratched his heart and lungs softly.He wanted to raise his hand to rub the top of the young man's soft hair, it must be nice to touch.

Yeclub thought so, so he did the same. He rubbed Song Wang's head like a comforting child, and when his generous and warm palms slid down, they rubbed against the young white jade-like earlobes.

Squeeze.

The expected Q bomb is soft.

It was rare for Ye Linghan not to speak harshly, nor to sneer: "Don't cry, I'll sing for you next year at worst. The birthday gift will be delivered tomorrow during the day, remember to take it."

Song Wang's touch was slightly red, and he scratched for no reason.A little uncomfortable, he raised his hand and rubbed the earlobe pinched by Ye Linghan twice, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Yeclub."

Ye Linghan didn't speak, and the atmosphere became a little strange. Song Wang realized something was wrong, and found a reason to hurry back to his room with the cake box in his arms.

In Ye Linghan's eyes, his back could almost be regarded as running away in a hurry, like a frightened snow-white rabbit. Ye Linghan didn't understand what was wrong with him.

Fingers rubbed lightly, reminiscing about the touch just now.

The roots of the young man's ears were pink, unexpectedly innocent.

Zheng Di's boyfriend celebrated her birthday a few days ago, and Ye Linghan was happy to see her all day long, his mature and stable assistant always looked like an adolescent girl when he mentioned his boyfriend.It just so happened that he still remembered Song Wang's birthday. As a partner, even if it was only in name, he should show it a little bit on the other party's birthday.

It's also an opportunity to snap another photo and show off their relationship to mom while she's away on vacation.

Before he had time to take a photo, Song Wang ran away blushing.

He really didn't expect Song Wang to have such a big reaction.

Ye Linghan sighed, but there was an uncontrollable smile on the corner of his mouth.

……

"Master host? Are you okay?" Song Wang sat at the table and stared at the cake for two hours in a daze. He went out to play a game with the nightclub halfway, and then returned to stare in a daze.

0395 sensed the mental state of his own host, and couldn't help asking worriedly.

Song Wang looked at the delicate cake on the table and let out a "hiss" like a toothache.

"Master Host?"

"Sigh~"

"The host is big..."

"Something's wrong!" Before 0395 finished speaking, Song Wang suddenly stood up and said very seriously.

This movement is really a bit bluffing. For a while, 0395 couldn't detect what happened to its host: "What... what's wrong?"

"There's something wrong with Ye Linghan." Song Wang said with a solemn expression, he folded his arms around his chest, staring down at the cake as if he was staring at a ticking time bomb.

Why is he rubbing his head? !And pinched his ears!

Song Wang wrinkled his head and couldn't think of an answer. In his memory, except that the old dean once rubbed the top of Song Wang's hair when he was about to leave, he held his sign and told him earnestly.When no one else touched his hair.

What is the meaning of Ye Linghan's operation!Love and encouragement from superiors to subordinates?Not like it.Song Wang bit his lower lip and paced up and down the room.I can't think of a reason for breaking my head.

But out of intuition, he felt that Ye Linghan's actions always meant something.

"Master host, don't turn around." 0395 sighed.Didn't he just touch his hair? For some reason, he thought that something indescribable had happened.It really makes the system speechless.

Song Wang looked very worried: "0395, do you think the nightclub is planning to attack me? Does he know the purpose of the original owner's approach to him, and is ready to kill him in a fit of anger?"

"No." 0395 sighed, "This is a society ruled by law. Killing people in scripts is also against the law."

Song Wang said: "Is there any mission in 0395? I still feel that something is wrong with Ye Linghan. I want to get enough as soon as possible and get a divorce."

"Mission... for the time being there is no such thing." 0395 said, "But Mr. Host, I think your cake might not taste good if you don't eat it."

0395 "dripped" and added: "I detected that its freshness index is declining, would you like to put it back in the refrigerator first?"

Song Wang stopped, stared at the small cake on the table for a few seconds, sat back in front of the table, and opened the box: "I'll eat it now."

The taste of the cake is as high as its appearance, sweet but not greasy.The cream is dense and melts in the mouth without the slightest greasy feeling. The fruit on top is also very fresh. The fresh fruity aroma neutralizes the sweetness of the cream. The cake embryo is soft and moist, and it matches just right without feeling greasy.

delicious.

Song Wang only took a sip, then stopped, and asked in a low voice: "0395, is it not good for me to eat it myself?" After all, Ye Linghan rarely remembered the original owner's birthday, and even bought a cake specially.But he went back to the room with the cake in his head.

0395 sighed in his mind for a long time, and the system sound seemed a little tired: "Master host, now I release a side mission, you are going to share this cake with the nightclub, five points , do you think you accept it?"

Song Wang accepted the task happily, cut a piece of cake of suitable size and carried it out the door.

The evening news on TV had long since ended.Ye Linghan, who was supposed to go upstairs, was still sitting on the sofa. Seeing Song Wang come out, he closed the book in his hand and put it aside, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That cake is delicious." Song Wang leaned over with the plate, put the cake on the tea table and said.

"Yeah." Ye Linghan nodded and said, "The restaurant recommended by Zheng Di should taste good."

Song Wang said "ah", as if he didn't have anything to say, and was about to go back, Ye Linghan stopped him and said, "Song Wang."

"what?"

Ye Linghan sat up and said, "The company plans to hold a party in a few days."

Song Wang nodded blankly: "Ang."

Ye Linghan saw that he was so dishonest, so he could only cough, and then said: "Everyone will probably bring their families to attend."

Song Wang continued to nod: "Ang."

Ye Linghan looked at him, Song Wang blinked and was still waiting for his next words, and suddenly realized: "Oh, oh, Ang~Ye always needs me to go too, right?"

"Yes." Ye Linghan looked at Song Wang's sudden realization, shook his head helplessly, and continued, "I will sort out the relevant information and send it to you, so I'll prepare it well."

Seeing Song Wang nodding his head again and again, fearing that he was under too much pressure, he added: "Don't be too nervous, it's just a very ordinary party. It's good for you to follow me when the time comes."

"Yeah." Song Wang smiled, "Don't worry about the nightclub, I will prepare well."

The party information that Ye Linghan mentioned was sent to Song Wang's mailbox the next day, and along with it came a birthday gift that was a day late.

It is a pure white piano.

It was delivered by Zheng Di with someone to help.If it wasn't for Zheng Di's presence, Song Wang would have thought it was a wrong delivery.

"Hello, Mr. Song, this is what the nightclub ordered for you." Zheng Di smiled at Song Wang, pointing to the white piano and said.

Behind the piano stood four burly men.

Wearing a black suit, sunglasses, and polished leather shoes.His face was expressionless, and black wireless headphones were pinned to his ears.

It feels like Song Wang is going to pull out a gun and "chug" in the next second.

Song Wang hurriedly opened the door and said, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

While secretly looking at the four big brothers.Ye Linghan can always make him forget that when he is in Ba Zong's novel now, he can feel how different Ba Zong's world is from his ordinary past life.

Zheng Di smiled and asked him, "Where should I put Mr. Song?"

The four elder brothers also stopped and looked at Song Wang together.

Song Wang Rumang was on his back, pointing to the vacant corner of the living room and said: "Just put it there."

Without turning his head, Zheng Di waved to the four brothers in sunglasses, and the four of them carried the piano to the place designated by Song Wang.

"It's like this. The piano is specially ordered by the nightclub to be imported from country D. Your name is engraved on the piano, Mr. Song. Due to the weather during the transportation, it was delivered one day late." Zheng Di owed Song Wang He bowed and explained.

The last time Zheng Di accidentally interrupted the sweet time alone between the nightclub and the president's lover, Zheng Di turned around and Ye Linghan found an excuse to deduct his salary.

As smart as she is, how could she not know how her salary was lost!

Mr. Song still has a lot of weight in the heart of the nightclub. Why are there still rumors that the relationship between the two is not compatible?It is said that Mr. Song is a stalker, and the night club will take the trouble to agree.

Ye Linghan has such a bad temper, and Zheng Di, who has been his secretary for so many years, knows something about it.It has been so long that he has rarely shown his likes and dislikes for a person or a thing.I'm afraid it's the attitude of being neither salty nor light that makes people misunderstand.

Song Wang was flattered, the previous "twins" made him feel very precious, and now he has an extra piano.It's not cheap by any means.

If the original Christmas gift box was just a small gift between friends, the latter two are too expensive, completely beyond the category of "small gift".

But if he doesn't accept it now, he is just embarrassing Zheng Di.

"Thank you. I'm sorry. Would you like a cup of tea?" Song Wang said politely.

Zheng Di declined: "The nightclub has assigned other tasks, so I won't drink tea. See you, Mr. Song."

As he spoke, he led the four elder brothers out of the room, and when they were done, he respectfully helped close the door.

Song Wang looked at the piano, leaned over, lifted the cover, and hit a few keys at random.

The timbre is full and mellow, beautiful and soft, and the lingering sound is endless, pure and clear.It is indeed a good piano.

It also shows that it is really expensive.

Song Wang is an ordinary person, every time he strikes a note, it seems to be knocking on RMB.