About the little thing about mutual gluttony

What's so good about something with a strange taste.

"Don't you like drinking?" Song Rong asked.

Han Chengye told Song Rong what he thought, and added: "I don't think it tastes as good as Coke."

Song Rong smiled, "Wine is a good thing, but people who don't understand why wine is a good thing are even more enviable."

The waiter brought over the bottom of the pot with skewers added, "Sir, we have a discount for the couple's package today, do you want to participate?"

The brain says, "Come on."

Han Chengye: "Why?"

The brain said: "For couple activities, it must be holding hands, hugging, kissing... and then taking pictures for souvenirs."

"Let's participate!" Han Chengye said with a guilty conscience: "Then, how can we get a discount?"

The waiter was taken aback, Song Rong glanced at the sign on the table and asked, "Is it a [-]% discount?"

"Yes, [-]% off."

"Forget it, [-]% off is not much money."

The waiter left, Song Rong moved the pot a bit so that the bamboo sticks faced Han Chengye.

The brain says, "Your boss hates you."

Han Chengye: "Why?"

The brain said: "He won't hold hands with you, hug you, kiss you..."

"Let's eat, let's pay the bill and leave after eating."

Seeing that the bamboo sticks lost his appetite, Han Chengye didn't realize that he was coquettishly saying, "Let's get a discount, it's still a few dollars..."

Song Rong sat obliquely, crossed his legs, and said with a smile: "Then you call the waiter over."

Not all waiters have the authority to start the event. Seeing that Song Rong still didn't eat anything, Han Chengye asked, "Sir Song, don't you want to eat?"

"I drank too much wine just now, you can eat." Song Rong looked at Han Chengye eating lobster balls, and asked curiously, "Is this so delicious?"

"good to eat."

"Chengye." Song Rong thought for a while, and then said, "How are you doing with the case of Huamao Group? Are there any difficulties?"

Han Chengye put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and told Song Rong that the person he was connecting with was also a novice.

Song Rong nodded, "Actually, that person is not a novice. He changed his career from investment banking to China Central Place, but the content of his work has nothing to do with his previous work experience. That person's reputation in the investment bank is still good. Take care Connect with him, apply for expenses from finance when you have time, invite him out to dinner, try to become friends with him, and when you get to know each other well, the future business of Huamao will be yours."

Song Rong's words reminded Han Chengye of the task Han Jingshan had given him.

On the one hand, he is a father who must never be disobedient, and on the other hand, he is an object who cares about him very much and makes him admire him.

Han Chengye was caught in a dilemma.

After thinking for a while, Han Chengye hesitated and said, "Sir Song, I have something to tell you."

"Is it business? If it's not business, don't tell me."

"But……"

Song Rong finished the wine in his glass, "Chengye, you are still very young, so you don't have much experience. But in fact, there are many things that you don't need to pay special attention to, or worry about. There is no such need. You only need to regard meeting people as a kind of fate, and that’s enough. When you look back many years later, you will only remember happy things.”

Han Chengye seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand.

The Chuan Chuan shop was obviously empty, the waiter came over and asked again if he would participate in the event.

"How do you participate in your activities? Do you want to hold hands? Or hug, or... something else?" Han Chengye seemed to have an invisible tail behind him, wagging.

"Oh, no. Our store has a mini-program on WeChat. As long as the WeChat of both parties is bound on our mini-program, it will be fine."

The brain said: "This store's activities are fraudulent, so give it a bad review."

Han Chengye was very disappointed, but...even if he could be bound with Song SIR on an unrelated platform, that would be good.

The brain says, "No, that's too rude."

Song Rong glanced at the listing again, and asked, "After being tied, can both parties read each other's information through that platform?"

The waiter nodded, "Yes. But it can be closed later."

"Tie it up, there's nothing I can't let Chengye know." Song Rong moved the phone over and said softly, "Where's Chengye?"

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7. Sunshine's Secret

There is a mist of water under the street lamp, which seems to have a natural filter for light and darkness.

Han Chengye sent Song Rong to the gate of the community. This is a high-end residential area. There are three high-rise buildings among the villas. Song Rong bought a large flat in Louwang in the center, overlooking the night view of S City.

It seemed that the helmet was too hot. When Song Rong took off the helmet, a few strands of black silk hair stuck to his cheeks.

"Thank you." Song Rong returned the helmet to Han Chengye, but when Han Chengye reached out to pick it up, Song Rong suddenly took the helmet back.

"Chengye." Song Rong looked down at the helmet, "So your pheromone...is the smell of sunshine."

Han Chengye was taken aback, but before he could react, the weight of the helmet was in his hand.

Song Rong walked to the gate and turned around, "See you tomorrow."

With the sound of "di", Song Rong's figure disappeared into the darkness, but Han Chengye still heard the words - see you tomorrow.

Han Chengye took a deep breath into the misty air. Ever since he met Song Rong, his heart was always overloaded. Maybe one day, he would need to go to the cardiology department for an emergency.

The security guard walked over rubbing his hands, holding a flashlight in his hand, "Sir, this is the main road, your car can't be stuck here."

"Did you hear my heartbeat?"

The security guard on duty late at night seemed to think that he had heard it wrong with sleepiness, and asked incredulously, "What sound?"

"It's nothing." Han Chengye shook his head, took off his white helmet in a mysterious manner, and put on the black helmet that Song Rong gave him back. There was no smell of sunshine in the helmet.

However, there is a sweet and intoxicating smell similar to the fragrance of roses.

Han Chengye's heart beat faster.

It was nearly twelve o'clock when I returned to my villa.Han Chengye parked his motorcycle in the garage, took off his helmet, but was reluctant to let go.

His father's limousine was parked at the side, Han Chengye sighed, he could only put the white helmet on the outside, and put the black helmet in the car seat—maybe this would leave Song Rong's smell behind.

Standing at the door, he tidied up his clothes and hair, and after confirming that they were correct, Han Chengye took out the key and opened the door cautiously.

Fu Bo sat on the small chair in the kitchen and fell asleep on the countertop. He heard the sound of the door opening, rubbed his eyes, and walked over in small steps.

"Master." Uncle Fu looked at the clock in the living room, "Master knows that you are going on a business trip for a week, and asked you to find him."

"Now?"

"Yes, any night. The master was still in the study after nine o'clock, and now..." Uncle Fu didn't continue.

"Okay, I see. It's late, you go to rest."

After Uncle Fu left, the whole villa was silent, the breathing light flickered on and off, Han Chengye changed his shoes and walked up the stairs gently.

The sandalwood has been burned out, combined with the atmosphere of this home, it gives people a kind of sadness of "death is like a lamp going out".

Han Chengye was glad that he wasn't crazy yet, after all, many people were deranged in this villa, so much so that they were admitted to a mental hospital.

Standing at the door of Han Jingshan's room, Han Chengye knocked lightly on the door.

And no one responded.

Han Chengye stood for a while, tapped lightly for the second time, and said respectfully, "Father, are you looking for me?"

There were soft rustling sounds in the room, as if someone was walking over.

The door was opened, and there was a sweet but obscene smell, which was the smell produced by the mixture of Alpha and Omega pheromones.

The woman in front of her had snow-white skin, big orange waves hanging down to her waist, her eyebrows and eyes were full of amorous feelings, she was not wearing any clothes, she only wrapped her body from her chest with a bathrobe.

Han Chengye turned sideways, turned his head away, and said stiffly: "Sorry, I was rude."

"Are you Xiaoye?" The woman stretched out her hand, gently pressed Han Chengye's shoulder, and slowly slid down. When she touched the biceps, the woman bit her lip enviously, and praised: "What a healthy man!" Good boy."

Han Chengye took a step back, "Don't do this. If father is inconvenient, I'll come back later."

The woman turned and walked into the room with a smile, and said charmingly: "Brother Jing, Xiaoye has come to look for you."

After 10 minutes, Han Jingshan came out of the bedroom.

In Han Jingshan's master bedroom, there is a partition similar to the living room, which separates the bedroom from the corridor. In this way, no matter what you do in the bedroom, you can never hear anything from the corridor across the room.

Han Jingshan was wearing a brown silk pajamas and sitting in the middle of the sofa. The woman just now had already walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

"I heard that Song Rong took you to discuss Zhou Yong's investment?"

Han Chengye nodded.

"Yeah." Han Jingshan seemed to have heard a satisfactory answer, "Zhou Yong is the second generation ancestor in the circle, and Song Rong was able to take him down, presumably he did some dirty things. This time you go, business is second, find out His preferences are real. When the time comes, send some Omega that suits his taste, both men and women, so you don’t have to worry about him not coming to you."

Han Chengye was stabbed in the heart, and retorted: "I think Song SIR is not that kind of person."

"You don't care what kind of person he is." Han Jingshan was a little displeased when his authority was challenged.At this time, the bedroom door was opened, and the woman just now had already changed into beige pajamas, and she said delicately: "Why are you angry at night, the doctor said you can't get angry."

The woman brought a water glass and pills, and Han Jingshan swallowed the medicine.

"Xiaoye, don't be angry with him, he has such a temper." The woman waited for Han Jingshan to take the medicine, leaned forward and kissed Han Jingshan on the cheek, and said coquettishly: "Don't talk too late, he is sleepy." Woolen cloth."

Han Chengye looked away, waited for the woman to leave, and said respectfully: "I will do my best to negotiate with Song SIR about Mr. Zhou's business."

Han Jingshan was a little absent-minded at this time, "Her name is Yu Man, you can call her mother now, and when she has a child, she will move in."

Han Chengye gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but did not speak.

Seeming to have thought of something, Han Jingshan said thoughtfully, "Oh, if you have time, you can also visit your mother, so that she won't be alone there alone."

Almost exhausted all the strength in his body, Han Chengye said slowly: "Yes, I will."

"Okay, you go back."

The conversation between father and son ended here.

Go back to the room, close the door, and the pajamas of the little dinosaur are hanging on the hanger.Han Chengye took out his suitcase and began to pack his things.

After taking a shower, turn on the light switch in front of the mirror, water vapor permeates the mirror surface, wipes off the mist, the eyes of the young man in the mirror are red, Han Chengye hammered his fist on the mirror surface, the mirror light was impacted by force, and turned off automatically.Han Chengye leaned back against the wall and slowly sat on the ground.

The numbers on the electronic clock were beating slowly. Han Chengye dried his hair and walked to the table, took out the letter paper, and wrote——

mom:

Hello there.

I haven't written to you for a long time. How are you doing now?I believe that you must have a good life, and you must be happier than before.

I'm fine too, I'm an adult and can take care of myself, so you don't have to worry about me.

Mom, I remember you told me before that you must find someone you like in order to be happy.

I think I have found it.

His name is Song Rong, he is six years older than me, and he is my boss.Of course, we are not dating yet, it's just my unilateral lovesickness.

At the beginning, I was not sure, but gradually, I found that I always think of him in everything.

We usually call him Song SIR, does he look like the senior inspector in old Hong Kong movies?We always make fun of him that way.

Song SIR is very good to me, he will neither hit me, nor threaten me with you, nor belittle me with words.He always encourages me and gently teaches me how to adapt to this society.

He is kind, good, and sparkling.

I really like him.

I've said a lot, let's stop here today, the only thing that remains the same, Mom, I miss you very much.

Xiaobao

X month X day

Han Chengye put down his pen, folded the letter paper, took out the lighter, walked to the trash can, and squatted down.

The fire burned a hole in the night, the letter paper was ignited, and slowly burned to ashes, and the fine black ash floated in the air.

Han Chengye looked out the window, the moonlight was like water, containing many secrets.

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8. Just 20 seconds away

It was still early when Han Chengye and Song Rong met at the high-speed rail station, but as a transportation hub, City S never lacks the flow of people.Song Rong was wearing a white turtleneck cashmere sweater and a black windbreaker. He waved when he saw Han Chengye.

Han Chengye walked over and found that Song Rong had bought coffee and bread, both for two.Song Rong touched the bodies of the two cups of coffee, and handed one of them to Han Chengye, "This cup is hotter." It felt a little strange to be missed, and Han Chengye took the coffee and bread mechanically, but his mind was still empty .

At this time, Song Rong stretched out his hand to lift Han Chengye's bangs, and touched his forehead, "Did you not sleep well yesterday?"

"Sleep a little late."

After hesitating for a moment, Han Chengye said, "Sir Song, thank you for bringing me breakfast."

"Silly boy." Song Rong checked the time when the train entered the station. "The train will arrive in the station in ten minutes. If you are tired, go to sleep on the train. It was a bit late yesterday, and my head was dizzy." .”

With the development of high technology, rigid ID cards are no longer needed to take trains. Facial recognition and fingerprint recognition are two-pronged, reducing many cumbersome steps.However, this also means that the era of big data matching faces and fingerprints is coming. In the face of big data, personal privacy has nothing to hide.

When passing through the gate, Han Chengye saw the information that popped up after facial recognition to verify his fingerprints. The three words Han Chengye displayed in the electronic screen box made him a little strange.

When I was a student, in a classroom with a messy environment, the teacher took the handout and scolded: "Zhang Xin, Wang Yu, Ding Lele...what's your name?" "Teacher, he has no father, no household registration, he is a wild child!" Amidst laughter, he walked to the podium, knelt down and picked up the test paper.

The high-speed rail seats are divided into three-seat seats and two-seat seats, with an aisle in the middle.Song Rong always likes to sit by the window when he is on business trips, so Zhao Tiantian bought them two seats by the window.

It's not like I haven't sat in the ordinary two-legged ride before. Occasionally, I can chat with passers-by who I can chat with.

But if he sat with Song Rong, Han Chengye would inexplicably think of the lovers seat in the movie theater.

Just when Han Chengye was tangled up about his young boy, Song Rong had already reclined his seat and started to sleep.

Although they are also in their 20s, the 30s who are close to 20 are obviously different from the 20s who are close to 20.

Han Chengye also goes to bed late and wakes up early, but he is only a little tired. As long as he is stimulated by suitable external conditions, for example, sitting with the person he likes, he will immediately be full of vigor and drowsiness.

But Song Rong couldn't do it.

Once a person passes the age of 25, his physical function will inevitably begin to decline, followed by sore waist and cold feet, and his mental endurance is also much worse than before.

Usually in the office, you only need to do some mental work, and use expensive coffee to forcibly stimulate the brain, and the effect is not bad.But once a business trip is involved, the brain can't stop thinking at high speed while also taking care of physical labor, which is quite stressful for Song Rong.

Han Chengye looked at the buckwheat bread and coffee in his hands, and felt that the carriage was too small for him to complete a 1000-meter test, otherwise he must be No.1.

Turning his head, he found that Song Rong had fallen asleep with one hand propped on the armrest.

There were still three hours before arriving at the station, Han Chengye thought about what to do during this time.

look at the file?It shouldn't work, the movement of getting up to take the folder from the suitcase is too big, and Song Rong will be woken up.

Looking at your phone?Probably not. If the phone runs out of battery due to playing games or watching videos, it will be very troublesome for meeting guests this afternoon.

go to bed?

After thinking about it, I can only sleep like Song Rong.

For some reason, Han Chengye suddenly thought of the words "same bed and pillow", blushed, and quietly adjusted the seat position so that the back of his seat was on the same plane as Song Rong.

Leaning straight on the seat, with his hands crossed on his chest, Han Chengye heaved a sigh of relief, moved his gaze to the right, and began to peek at Song Rong.

Song Rong was already sound asleep, his body had already started to tilt gradually, and the back of his hand supporting his head began to slowly approach Han Chengye's shoulder.

Han Chengye withdrew his gaze and swallowed.He has already calculated the time, and in about 2 minutes, Song Rong's head will be knocked on his shoulder.

A minute later, Song Rong's hair touched Han Chengye's shoulder lightly, and the scent of cool mint shampoo and lavender softener entered Han Chengye's nose.

Just 1 minutes away.

Just 50 seconds away.

……

Just 20 seconds away.

"Hello, sir! Do you want breakfast!" The conductor who just started the business seems to be extraordinarily energetic and full of energy.

Han Chengye was like an over-inflated balloon that was punctured by someone, and lost his energy.Song Rong let out an "um" in his sleep, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he opened his eyes.Han Chengye immediately took out his mobile phone, pretending that he had just finished playing a game of tower pushing.

The shoulders no longer felt lightly touched by broken hair, and Han Chengye's small thoughts were shattered, and regardless of whether it was comfortable to sleep straight up, he put on the earphones and closed his eyes, becoming a salted fish that lost his dreams.

Han Chengye felt that God didn't treat him kindly, and every time he gave him some hope, in the end it was mostly hollow glutinous rice balls.

When I was young, my mother said that as soon as the younger brother was born, my father would divorce the elder brother's father so that he could have a household registration and would no longer be a wild child.But not long after, the mother had a miscarriage and would never have another child.

When he was in middle school, his mother said that as long as he differentiated into an Alpha, his father would take him back to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, and would continue to pay for his mother's cancer treatment, but before the special medicine was developed, his mother passed away.

When he was young, he also told his mother that it was not up to him to decide whether he could differentiate into an Alpha.Mom said she knew, but she still told him over and over again that he must differentiate into an Alpha.

Han Chengye sighed unconsciously, his past life was a mess, always inseparable from the dilemma of fetching water from a bamboo basket in vain.

This may be retribution, the retribution God gave him.

Because he is Xiaosan's child, so it should be.

At this point, Han Chengye couldn't help thinking: God is too stingy, he doesn't ask much, he just hopes that Song SIR can sleep on his shoulder for a while, is such a request too much?

The shoulders suddenly sank, and the soft hair felt in the nest of his neck. Han Chengye's body stiffened instantly. He moved his gaze down, and he could just see Song Rong's eyelashes, which were so long that they could become fine. At that moment, the roots of his ears felt hot.

Song Rong breathes evenly and sleeps peacefully. From time to time, she will have a slight expression, or frown slightly and then stretch it, or purse her lips, or move the center of gravity of her lower head to make her sleeping position more comfortable.

Han Chengye regretted his complaint just now from the bottom of his heart. If he said that he was unwilling to believe in these legends about gods and ghosts, now he sincerely hopes that there really is a god named "God" in this world.

God, just think I'm young and ignorant, please, let the train arrive later, later.

Maybe it's because you can't be greedy in wishing, God didn't grant Han Chengye's second wish, the train arrived on time.

About 10 to [-] minutes before arriving at the station, Song Rong's cell phone started to vibrate, it was an electronic alarm.Taking out the mobile phone from his pocket, Song Rong realized that he was almost leaning on Han Chengye's body. The man seemed to be asleep too, with his eyes closed, but the eyeballs under his eyelids could move.

Song Rong pinned the broken hair behind his ears, and patted Han Chengye's shoulder as if nothing had happened. Seeing that the man really frowned in pain, but still refused to open his eyes, Song Rong said softly: "Chengye, we're here, hurry up!" Wake up."

Only then did Han Chengye open his eyes, "Have I been sleeping for so long? I slept so comfortably." After finishing speaking, he pretended to stretch his waist, but when his arms were raised to a certain height, his right arm trembled instinctively, and he clenched his arms tightly. Jaws closed, he stretched his waist abruptly.

Song Rong saw everything in his eyes and didn't point it out. He just walked to the aisle and smiled while taking the luggage down.

Leaving the station and coming to the platform, the sky was gray and it looked like it was going to rain. When he got out of the platform, the rain really fell from the sky. Han Chengye tilted the umbrella over Song Rong's head and complained: "This weather bureau What do people do all day?"

Song Rong saw that Han Chengye's clothes were half wet, "Let's take a taxi to the hotel."

"No need, the bus stop is over there."

Song Rong thought to himself that this kid can be admitted to Q University, and presumably has a high IQ, why is he always acting stupid in inexplicable places?

"There's always luggage and wet clothes, and it's not good to meet guests."

The hotel is a regular business hotel with a normal double room, but Alpha and Omega can't always live in the same room, so they booked separate rooms.The room is not big, but it is clean.

Mr. Zhou's dinner was at night, and there were five or six hours left before Han Chengye received a message from Song Rong.

"Chengye, what do you want for lunch?"

Han Chengye clicked on his balance, and sent a message to Han Xiuyuan: "Brother, give me some money, I want to use it."

Then he sent a text message to Song Rong: "I love to eat everything, and I listen to Song SIR."

Then put down the phone, went to the bathroom to take a hot shower, and changed the wet clothes.

After taking a shower, there are two messages on the phone.

One is from the bank - 200 yuan was transferred to your account ending in XXXX on X, X

One is from Song Rong, "I ordered takeaway, and I'll bring it to your room to eat."

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9. Pants are see through

Seeing Song Rong's text message, Han Chengye's cell phone almost fell to the ground after taking a shower.In a panic, I searched for clothes, and there was a little dinosaur pajamas lying quietly in the suitcase.

But...how can I wear this to meet SIR Song!

Suit?It's not suitable either, it's for receiving guests.

After searching for a long time, I finally found a spare school undershirt and pants.The undershirt is the most common white cotton undershirt with the name of the university written on the back.The trousers are the same style trousers as the blue and white striped quilt cover uniformly issued by the school.

Han Chengye quickly took off his bathrobe and threw it in the bathroom, when Song Rong knocked on the door.Han Chengye put on his clothes and pants, hooked his feet when passing by the box, and covered the box.

"coming!"

The moment the door opened, a wave of shampoo-smelling pheromone splashed onto Song Rong's face. Han Chengye was against the light, water dripped from his wet hair and dripped down his neck, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, and the water dripped down again. The neck flows to the collarbone.

Pure cotton clothes absorb water very easily, and the white undershirt is gradually transparent because of the water color, and the looming muscles are hidden in it.

Han Chengye hurriedly took what was in Song Rong's hand, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry Song SIR, I was taking a shower just now, so I didn't see the news."

Song Rong lowered his head, touched his nose, pretending to be calm and said: "It's nothing."

When walking past the suitcase, Song Rong stumbled, looked down at LV's suitcase, and asked in surprise, "Where are you using this suitcase?" But he didn't care too much, and walked straight into the room.

When Han Chengye saw that Song Rong was tripped, his heart skipped a beat. He lowered his head and saw the little dinosaur's tail clamped outside the suitcase, and a green tail was pulled out of the brown suitcase!

What a fool he is!He couldn't even close the suitcase properly, Song SIR must have thought it was a toy, and felt that he was childish in his heart!

"I was watching a movie just now, and I came here after halfway through the takeaway. I'm getting older, and I turned off the TV only to find that I couldn't remember the name of the movie." Song Rong turned on the TV.

"Sir Song, do you remember who played it? I can look it up." Han Chengye put the takeout on the chair beside the desk.

Song Rong mentioned the names of the two celebrities, and then briefly talked about the plot, "It's a detective, and it's pretty good."

Han Chengye saw the note on the takeaway, it was a normal spicy hotpot set meal for two people, one with lobster balls and one with corn.

Recalling the skewers eaten last night, Han Chengye took a peek at Song Rong and thought: So Song SIR likes to eat corn?

Putting down the note, Han Chengye secretly wrote it down.

"Hey? Why is this remote control useless?" I don't know if it's a bad signal or the remote control is out of battery. Song Rong pressed it several times, but the TV didn't respond.

Han Chengye took the remote control from Song Rong, studied it carefully, and found that there were two mode buttons. After changing the mode, the TV really responded.

Just like Columbus discovered the New World, Han Chengye happily explained the principle of the remote control to Song Rong.

But Song Rong couldn't listen to a word, his attention was all attracted by Han Chengye's pants.

The school's... blue and white striped cotton trousers are made of very low thread count cotton, so when Han Chengye stood under the white light, the trousers were see through.

The rain stopped, and sunlight leaked in through the window like a spotlight, through Han Chengye's pants.

Song Rong's pupils trembled.

The clothes are translucent white sweatshirts after being wetted by water, and the pants are pants with a very low weave count that can see through when exposed to light. vitality.

"The quality of the pants issued by the school is really good...poor." After Song Rong finished speaking, he opened the Coke can on the chair, drank most of the can in one gulp, and took a few breaths after drinking, "Chengye, I'm going to the bathroom. "

Song Rong couldn't take it anymore, if he continued to look at it like this, he would be starved to death.He is already a wretched|wretched adult, and it is not shameful to solve it by himself when necessary.

Just after Song Rong got up to go to the bathroom, Han Chengye was startled and looked down at his pants.

really!The trousers issued by the school did not know when, the trousers were all cracked, revealing dense threads.

Han Chengye covered his face shyly.

what to do?Song SIR kindly sent him food, but he was wearing such tattered trousers to see him, it was too rude...

Taking out the phone, the account is still banned.

It doesn't matter if you want to scream up to the sky, because Song Rong in the bathroom will hear it.

Han Chengye walked to the suitcase and turned it upside down, but apart from the little dinosaur pajamas, there was no other clothes suitable for a hotel.

But finally the little dinosaur pajamas didn't have any threads sticking out, so Han Chengye put the little dinosaur pajamas on the outside and hid the thread ends of his trousers.

Song Rong walked into the bathroom and closed the door, propped his hands on the countertop, breathed a sigh of relief, wanted to wash his face and go out, but caught a glimpse of the bathrobe scattered on the toilet.

The brain was blank, and when he came back to his senses, the bathrobe was already in his hand, and his brain could not control his body behavior. Song Rong lowered his head and smelled the bathrobe.

The smell of Han Chengye's pheromones remained on the bathrobe, but compared to the person himself, it has faded a lot, like a quilt that has been drying in the sun all afternoon, and put it on the body in the room at night. The faint, fragrant smell belongs to the sun the taste of.

Ah... what a youthful smell...

Song Rong held the bathrobe in his arms and rubbed against it.It's just that he can't stay in the bathroom for too long, he reluctantly put the bathrobe back in place, pretending that he hadn't been touched.After washing his face, Song Rong opened the door and walked out.

The low coffee table was moved to the front of the TV. Han Chengye was wearing the pajamas of the little dinosaur, and was transferring the takeaway from the chair to the low coffee table. The little dinosaur flicked its tail.

Hearing the movement, Han Chengye turned around, with starlight in his eyes, "Song SIR, I found the movie you mentioned!" After speaking, he took out the remote control and pressed the start button.

The pajamas of the little dinosaur were all covered, and Han Chengye's hand was wrapped into a small paw.

"Really? That's good. Oh, did I leave anything in the bathroom?" Song Rong shrank his feet and retreated to the bathroom.

Han Chengye immediately paused the movie, feeling a little disappointed.

Alas...it must be that I was wearing too strange clothes, which scared SIR Song.

Han Chengye originally thought that even though he was on a business trip with Song Rong, there must be two rooms. If he is alone in one room, it doesn't matter what he wears, so he brought his favorite clothes.

But he never thought that there would be such a thing as visiting.

If I had known earlier, I should have listened to my elder brother and not bought such pajamas, or just brought the gray pajamas here.

Just when Han Chengye was extremely disappointed, Song Rong, who was hiding in the bathroom, recalled the scene just now——

The little dinosaur's claws are thumping and pressing the remote control!

Song Rong squatted on the ground clutching his heart, he needed... a cardiology emergency.

The phone vibrated, it was Han Xiuyuan's call.

After calming down, Song Rong picked up the bathrobe and put it on his lap, and sat on the toilet seat to answer the phone, "General manager, hello, I'm Song Rong."

"Arong, are you and Chengye going well?"

Song Rong was startled, and stumbled: "Smooth...means..."

"Aren't you on a business trip today? Have you seen Zhou Yong?"

Song Rong breathed a sigh of relief, "Not yet, it was originally a noon meal, but Zhou Yong postponed it to the evening."

"Really?" Han Xiuyuan paused on the other end of the phone, "That mad dog can do anything after drinking at night, so be careful."

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

"I'm calling you to tell you that Zhou Yong has a real estate project in his hand and needs capital injection. He will probably talk to you about it."

"Real estate project?" Song Rong thought something was wrong. Since the stock market turned sharply from a bull market to a bear market, a large amount of money flowed into the real estate market. Many families who were not involved in real estate projects before were gearing up to find opportunities to get a share of the pie.

"Mr. Zhou has a lot of capital dealings with our company. From a moral point of view, we can't just take on business that is sure to make a profit. Some projects that are destined to lose money should also be considered out of sophistication." Han Xiuyuan stopped here Came down without saying "but".

But Song Rong already understood Han Xiuyuan's intention to decline the project, but Han Xiuyuan was at the highest level, and he couldn't do the wicked things by himself.So he said cautiously: "Good general manager, I will handle this matter properly."

After hanging up the phone, Song Rong breathed a sigh of relief, the bathrobe on his lap was very soft, but the coldness of reality made Song Rong sober.

Walking out of the bathroom, Song Rong saw Han Chengye sitting cross-legged on the bed, eating delicious food with his little paws in his arms, the chopsticks were not in his pajamas, only half of them were left outside.

Song Rong felt that there must be something wrong with his eyes. Han Chengye was just sitting cross-legged with his lunch box in his arms, and he didn't even think about being cute. Why did he always think he was cute?

Is it because you are young?Song Rong thought so when he saw Han Chengye's face full of collagen.

"Sir Song, I found the movie you mentioned