I'm confronting the scum with the tsundere boss

why?

These three words played in Song Yan's mind in a loop like surround sound.

Song Yan's eyes suddenly became hot, and his heart was hot. He knew the answer broke through the ground.

He closed his eyes fiercely, it turned out that everything was so clear.

His impulsiveness, irritability, possessiveness, and even lust/desire, he gave them all to Lin Ci, because he likes him.

Because of this liking, he was troubled and moody in his relationship with Lin Ci.

Fortunately, Lin Ci loves him very much, and before Lin Ci went far, he discovered his heart.

Song Yan took a sharp puff of his cigarette, leaning on the back of the sofa, he couldn't help laughing again.

"Master Song," Xia Yi sat and watched Song Yan's face-changing performance, and he said awkwardly, "Your expression changes are a bit scary."

"Heh," Song Yan stretched out his hand to put out the cigarette butt, he curled his lips coldly at Xia Yi, and smiled sarcastically: "You know what a fart."

Xia Yi Chenggong laughed angrily: "I'm comforting you."

"Oh," Song Yan rolled his eyes, he poured out a glass of red wine, handed it to Zuo Linsong, and said with a smile, "Thank you, I owe you a favor."

"Small matter." Zuo Linsong took the red wine and touched Song Yan's glass: "The authorities are just delusional."

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, the heaviness he was pressing in his heart disappeared, and the inexplicable panic in his heart also disappeared.

He knew that Lin Ci loved him so much, if he wasn't jealous, how could he have such a fight with him?

"What do you think?" Xia Yi stretched out his hand to open a can of beer, took a sip, "You don't really intend to give up on Zhou He?"

"It's not that I gave up on Zhou He." Song Yan's mind was never clear, and he hooked his lips: "It was Zhou He who gave up on me back then."

"You don't have to speak so literaryly," Xia Yi cleared his throat, and he spread his hands: "It's just that you don't plan to chase Zhou He anymore."

"Well," Song Yan nodded seriously, and said in a deep voice, "We are all in the same circle, and we are just friends."

Xia Yi glanced sideways at Song Yan. Although the other party was in the entertainment circle, he was still too naive in terms of feelings. Given his family background, he only confessed to Zhou He and took care of Lin Ci. This is in the circle. It's a legend at all.

What's even more legendary is that now the donor has fallen in love with the double lover?

Xia Yi clicked his tongue: "This is really bloody."

Song Yan's face was as cold as ice in an instant: "You bloody asshole, Lin Ci loves me so much, and I'm not a cold-blooded animal, can't you be moved?"

"Okay, okay..." Xia Yi raised his hand: "You should be moved, one hundred million."

Song Yan's whole body was stiff as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points. After a while, he squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I don't have a chance with him. It's all up to me to spend money. This is my pleasure, and it's none of your business."

"Ahem..." Xia Yi who was drinking was instantly choked.

Zuo Linsong looked at Song Yan in surprise, took another piece of paper and handed it to Xia Yi, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"You're awesome, I'll take it," Xia Yi calmed down, and applauded: "I'm too lazy to care about you."

"Okay," Song Yan touched his chin with his hand, and he said seriously: "Next Saturday, I won't pick up the plane, and I won't come to the bar, so I'd better avoid the suspicion first." What he didn't say was, after all, Lin Ci has not coaxed him back yet, Zhou He's influence on Lin Ci is too great, so much that Lin Ci has terminated the contract with him in advance, and if he is involved with Zhou He, Lin Ci may cause trouble.

"Oh, up to you." Xia Yi shrugged, and he looked sideways at Zuo Linsong: "Next Saturday Zhou He will return to China, do you want to come over for a drink?"

The circle of the second and third generations at the top of Yan City is so big, basically everyone has known each other since childhood.

"Next Saturday, I'm not free." Zuo Linsong reached out and stroked the side of the wine glass, with no expression on his dull face: "I have to go on a business trip."

"You've become a trapeze person," Xia Yi crossed Erlang's legs, shaking his wine glass: "OK, let's get together when we're free, and it's not too late."

"Okay." Zuo Linsong nodded.

The three toasted again, and the atmosphere was no longer heavy for a while.

Song Yan usually has a good capacity for alcohol, but he has already had a round of drinking, and now he has drunk more than half a bottle of red wine. Once he relaxes, he finally becomes a little drunk.

"Tell me," Song Yan touched Xia Yi's leg with his long leg, his eyes were reddish, and his tongue was a little big: "How... how... coax... people?"

"What?" Xia Yi was taken aback, and he made a movement of picking his ears.

"Coax...people," Song Yan kicked Xia Yi heavily, and repeated: "How...how...coax people?"

"Are you crazy?" Xia Yi was surprised only after he understood, "Who needs you, Young Master Song, to coax you?"

Song Yan smelled of alcohol all over his body, he frowned: "Love...Say it, no...Say it, get out."

"I'm surrounded by little lovers, they're coaxing me, I don't know how to coax me," Xia Yi glared at Song Yan: "Besides, I'm 30 years old, should I get married or should I get married, a fart lover, Love to do it, don’t do it, do you have a brain disease?”

Song Yan blinked, and he sneered with raised brows: "Scumbag!"

Xia Yi was a little confused, and he quit: "Why am I a scumbag? You have the ability, don't get married, and spend the rest of your life with a man in your arms. I don't think your family will eat you!"

"Okay," Zuo Linsong put down the wine glass, and he put away the wine glass in front of Song Yanxiayi: "Don't drink any more, we're here for today."

"Bah, scumbag!" Song Yan proudly raised his head at Xia Yi, took out his mobile phone, and started calling Lin Ci: "I... find someone... to pick me up."

Xia Yi was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

beeping....

No one answered, Song Yan blinked, he shook his head, squinted his eyes to look at the phone screen, the number was correct, he then dialed a second time.

beeping....

Still no one answered, Song Yan held the phone, his eyes were blurred, he gasped in a low voice: "Again... dare not answer... Lao/zi... called."

Song Yan competed with the mobile phone, so he simply lay down on the sofa and called Lin Ci's mobile phone over and over again.

When Wang Yi arrived at the bar, Song Yan was already in a daze.

Song Yan hugged the phone, stretched his neck and tried to look behind Wang Yi, and then asked, "Where is Lin...ci...?"

"He didn't come," Wang Yi loosened his tie. He nodded at Xia Yi and Zuo Linsong: "I took Song Yan back."

"I...don't go," Song Yan flopped on the sofa twice like a fish, and shouted at the top of his voice, "I want...Lin Ci...to pick me up...go home. …”

"Is this guy crazy?" Xia Yi stroked his forehead.

"I'll help you." Zuo Linsong stood up, and together with Wang Yi, they half-dragged Song Yan into the car.

Looking at the car driving away, Xia Yi slapped his head, only to remember that he forgot to tell Song Yan that Lin Ci bought a small villa and seemed to be busy with moving in the afternoon?

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