How's your day

After Song Yu woke up, he forgot about this incident, so when he saw Li Xiu'an again, he didn't immediately recognize him as the man who was vomited all over by him.

But Li Xiu'an recognized Song Yu, mainly because Song Yu's face left a deep impression on him, but——

"Are you from our company?" He looked playfully at Song Yu in front of him.

Your company?Song Yu looked up to confirm that he was indeed on the basement floor of DMD, but why did the man in front of him look familiar?

"Don't remember me?"

"Who are you?" Song Yu asked.

Li Xiu'an chuckled, turned around without saying anything, and the secretary who was following behind him looked back at Song Yu before leaving.

Why does this person look familiar?

Song Yu seriously recalled when he had met these two people, but he still couldn't remember.

Not long after, they met again, this time it was not a chance encounter, but Li Xiu'an specially invited him through Xie Shu.

When Song Yu heard Xie Shu say that Boss Li invited him to dinner, his first reaction was that Xie Shu's grandson was trying to bully him again, and his second reaction was who was Boss Li?

Later, he found out that Mr. Li was the head of DMD, and he had a little feud with Mr. Zhang, so he went to meet him.

Originally, I thought that what I saw was a greasy middle-aged man in his 50s with a big belly and a bald head like Mr. Zhang, but when he opened the door, he saw Li Xiu'an who looked like a dog, with a slender figure. Big, almost thought he was an artist under DMD.

Seeing him coming in, Li Xiu'an pushed down his glasses, and smiled at him with a gentle scum.

Song Yu immediately sounded the siren in his heart, and he remembered where they had met before.

Li Xiu'an, a vicious fox, chose the same store today as the shop at that time. In the familiar decoration and atmosphere, the previous scenes played back in his mind.

"Sit, what are you doing in a daze?" Li Xiu'an smiled at him gently.

"You are Mr. Li?"

"I am, what? It's not the same as you imagined?"

"It's not the same." Song Yu sat down.

"Then what do you imagine?" Li Xiu'an asked him with a smile.

"Mr. Zhang is like that." Song Yu said.

Li Xiu'an interrupted for a while, probably swearing in his heart, but on the surface he still smiled very elegantly, "Mr. Zhang is not the same as me."

Song Yu pulled the corner of his mouth dryly.

"Do you know why I saw you today?" Li Xiu'an asked him.

"You asked me about you?" Song Yu looked at him unceremoniously.

Li Xiu'an didn't mind Song Yu's attitude, "I learned a little bit about your situation through Xie Shu."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue.

"You should be in great need of help now." Li Xiu'an said deliberately.

"so?"

"So," Li Xiu'an pushed the eyes on the bridge of the nose with his slender index finger, "I think I can help you solve some small problems."

"What about the conditions?" Song Yu didn't think he would be so kind.

"This may need to be discussed in detail later." Li Xiu'an smiled meaningfully.

Song Yu looked at him, and after a few seconds said, "I'm in a good mood today, you're lucky."

"What?" Li Xiu'an didn't understand.

Song Yu pushed away the chair and stood up, and took a sip of the watermelon juice on the table, then looked down at Li Xiu'an and said, "If you like me, Shi Yang is quite suitable for you, his strength is imitating me. "

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the door, took two steps and stopped to add: "Shi Yang, you should know who it is, right? It's the one next to Mr. Zhang. I think you and Mr. Zhang have similar tastes, and Shi Yang should be able to satisfy you." you."

When Song Yu left, Li Xiu'an threw away the hypocritical smile on his face, and asked the secretary behind him coldly, "Did you buy the gun that I asked you to buy last time?"

The secretary looked calm, "Mr. Li, possession of guns is illegal in China."

"Then legal possession." Li Xiu'an said.

The secretary took a deep breath, smiled and said, "Okay."

Li Xiu'an nodded.

The next time I see Song Yu again, I will either collapse him or sleep with him, there is absolutely no third choice.

Afterwards, Li Xiu'an changed the way to make an appointment with Song Yu several times. He neither collapsed nor slept with him. Apart from drinking some wine, he did nothing.

The two of them practiced Tai Chi with each other, one would let him sleep to do things, and the other would not let him sleep even if he had done things, and they would not compromise with each other.So they simply poured wine on each other every time they met, and whoever fell down first had his grandson.

After a period of time, both of them have been grandchildren several times, and it is almost a tie.

"That's it." Song Yu said to Cheng Fei.

Cheng Fei didn't speak, and remained silent.

"Can you pour me a glass of water now?" Song Yu's mouth was parched, and after a long speech, he was about to smoke.

Cheng Fei went to the table and picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water. After touching it, he found that it was ice water. He took the glass and walked out of the ward. In the boiling water room at the end of the corridor, he poured out half of the ice water, mixed it with hot water, and brought it back. ward.

Song Yu drank a glass of water in one go.

"Are you still drinking?" Cheng Fei asked him.

Song Yu shook his head, "When can I leave?"

"When the liquid is infused, there will be another bottle after this bottle is infused." Cheng Fei said.

Song Yu sighed, and lay back on the bed in despair. He hadn't recovered from his illness, and he was weak when he spoke, "Then I'll sleep for a while, and you will call me when the bet is over."

Cheng Fei nodded.

Song Yu soon fell asleep, he looked extremely tired, his eyes were blue, and his face turned pale with illness, which was more obvious.

After Cheng Fei waited for him to fall asleep, he helped him tuck the quilt, and then left the ward lightly.

He walked aimlessly to the stairwell, opened the door, went in and sat down on the stairs.

There was a gloomy wind blowing in the stairwell, and it sounded like a miserable cry.

Cheng Fei buried his face in his arms and didn't lift it up for a long time.

Song Yu didn't stay in the hospital for too long. He couldn't wait to get out of bed as soon as the fluid was transfused, and his feet were already on the ground before the nurse pulled out the needle.

He didn't feel completely relaxed until he got home. He wanted to take a shower first to wash off the bad smell from the hospital, but Cheng Fei stopped him from taking a bath, saying that he was still weak now. Waiting, maybe you will faint again when the heat in the bathroom steams up.

He resisted to no avail, and in the end he could only wash his face and change into pajamas, as if he had taken a bath.

Before he could take a break, Cheng Fei held a pile of medicine and forced him to drink it. He frowned tightly and poured it down like a drug. I’ve already given in so much. Said to Cheng Fei in a tone of voice: "Will there be a strawberry cake in the living room later?"

"No." Cheng Fei said.

Before Song Yu could be disappointed, Cheng Fei said, "There should be a strawberry cake and a chocolate cake."

Song Yu laughed from the bottom of his heart, "That couldn't be better."

Cheng Fei didn't go back to school or work for the next few days, and stayed at Song Yu's house to take care of him until Song Yu was fully recovered and could point at him with his legs up and call him annoying, and then moved back to school again.

When he told Song Yu that he went back to live in school, Song Yu watched him silent for a while, and finally said yes in a flat tone.

But when Song Yu was called by Li Xiu'an to go to dinner again, Cheng Fei followed closely, stuck downstairs like a pillar, and waited for Song Yu, who was drunk like mud, before sending him home.

Song Yu felt that this was a bit strange, and stopped the flight many times, telling him to either go up to eat with him, or not to be like a driver and just stay at school honestly.

But Cheng Fei didn't let him in, and insisted on sending him off. Song Yu persuaded him a few times to see that it was useless, thinking that he would not tell Cheng Fei if there was a dinner in the future, but after thinking about it, he felt that after Cheng Fei knew, he would definitely It's very annoying to yell at myself and lie to him again, so I just let him go.

But Song Yu and Li Xiu'an's dinner was really nothing, just a word, drink.

A few times before, Li Xiu'an had always tried to sleep with him, but Song Yu didn't know if he still wanted to sleep with him now, but he definitely wanted to turn him into a grandson.

Li Xiu'an didn't know why he was going crazy, he looked at Song Yu like a hungry jackal, and the hostility in his eyes would decrease a little when Song Yu was drunk.But if it was Li Xiu'an who got drunk first, the resentment all over his body really couldn't be concealed, and he would bite anyone who got close to him.

At such a time, Song Yu would hand over Li Xiu'an to his secretary to deal with, and quickly retreat before he fell down.

Although Li Xiu'an looked like a psychopath, he didn't let Song Yu drink with him in vain. He casually ordered a few words about the album, and it was settled like that.

Shi Yang's gloomy grandson didn't know if he got the news, and he didn't run up to Song Yu with his big face to show off his power, but occasionally when he met him in the corridor, he would stare at Song Yu gloomyly, wondering what was going on in his stomach? What kind of bad water is taking place.

The date for the album was confirmed and released smoothly, but the response was not as expected. Although they had the support of the fans accumulated in the previous underground band, their album did not even make a splash in the vast ocean of the record industry.

On the contrary, Shi Yang and the others, who released their albums earlier than them, became a little popular, and they were listed on the major charts in turn. Not to mention how many commercial performances they received, they even appeared on many popular variety shows.

Li Xiu'an said that this is the difference between being praised and not being praised, do you want to be popular?If you want to be popular, I can support you.

Song Yu could tell what was going on in Li Xiu'an's mind just by looking at the arc of Li Xiu'an's eyebrows, so he rejected him indifferently.

He had expected it a long time ago, so he was not surprised by such a result, but Yu Yao was different. Although they had been bumpy all the way since they entered DMD, he had always been determined to become popular as soon as he made his debut, and it was The kind of red that is in a mess.

Song Yu couldn't say anything about this, because he knew why Yu Yao was so persistent on this matter.

"Brother Song, do you think my mother lied to me?" Yu Yao spread out on the carpet at home, staring at the ceiling.

Song Yu, who was sitting on the sofa, looked down at him and said nothing.

"She said that I look like a star, and I will definitely be a star when I grow up." Yu Yao turned over, looked at Song Yu with his legs crossed, and asked seriously: "Why did she lie to me?"

"She didn't lie to you." Song Yu said.

"She lied to me." Yu Yao said.

"She didn't lie to you, you just haven't grown up yet." Song Yu said with reason.

Yu Yao didn't say a word, and after a few seconds he said, "Brother Song, you lied to me too."

Song Yu looked at him.

Yu Yao said in a tone of grievance: "I can't be a star anymore."

"You will." Song Yu said.

Yu Yao lowered his head and said softly, "My mother can't find me anymore."