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Regardless of how the fans exploded, Song Qiao, who hurried out and got into the car, felt his ears warm.

Song Qiao put his hands on the steering wheel, sat with his head down for a while, and finally recovered, reached out and took the poster on the co-pilot.

Xu Dongbo received only two advertisements in total.

The poster of the outdoor club is naturally inappropriate, and the fans selected here are all still photos of him endorsing the P family.

Just like the one on his hand, the black suit is ironed, but the shirt inside is opened all the way to the chest, and he is playing with a rose in his hand, looking like a man who is waiting for a date.

Song Qiao looked at his side face, his mind moved slightly, and he raised his finger to touch it, when he heard the sound of the car window being knocked.

He casually threw the poster on the co-pilot and turned his head to see that it was Xu Dongbo who was wrapped tightly.

Song Qiao hurriedly opened the car door so that Xu Dongbo could get in.

It's just that Xu Dongbo went around the front of the car, opened the door of his co-pilot, and saw the poster rolled up on the seat at a glance.

"Don't like my special sign?" Xu Dongbo sat up, and instead of urging Song Qiao to drive, he spread out the poster and took a look, "Am I prettier or the person on it is prettier?"

"Isn't it all about you?" Song Qiao wasn't fooled, but the scene just now was still lingering in his mind, and he was a little embarrassed to face Xu Dongbo at this moment.

"Where are Fang Cheng and the others?"

"It's better to care about them than me." Xu Dongbo glanced again. He was sure that Song Qiao understood what he meant, but Song Qiao's expression was cold, and even he was deceived at the moment.

He stretched out his hand to roll up the poster and placed it in front of the car, and squeezed his long legs into the driver's seat, "Let me drive."

Song Qiao turned around from under his arm, unable to escape the fate of being blocked by Xu Dongbo.

Xu Dongbo kissed him several times, and seeing Song Qiao blushing, he let him move over.

"Do your fans know that you are so shameless?" Song Qiao's lips were smeared with body fluid, glistening, he couldn't even lick them, and it was even more awkward not to lick them, so he finally pursed his lips and scolded Xu Dongbo.

Xu Dongbo drove the car steadily, and when he was waiting for the traffic light, he raised his hand and squeezed Song Qiao's hand, "Don't you know?"

"I was pulled in by accident." Song Qiao frowned. He is not yet a fan of Xu Dongbo, even though he intends to learn more about Xu Dongbo's works, he is not willing to admit that he is a fan of Xu Dongbo.

"I know." Xu Dongbo nodded, but he didn't know how much he had heard.

He drove the car back home in a good mood, and hugged Song Qiao as soon as he entered the door, "I miss you so much, let me hug you."

Song Qiao's original struggling movements also stopped, and he slowly raised his hand to rest on Xu Dongbo's back.

Although the daily video was scheduled, there were not many opportunities to really talk, especially Xu Dongbo was in a hurry a few days ago, and it was already early in the morning when it ended, but the filming started again at five o'clock.

Xu Dongbo could bear it, Song Qiao really felt that he was too tired, and urged Xu Dongbo to rest early.

Song Qiao was feeling distressed, when he realized that the hand on his waist had changed meaning, and Xu Dongbo's palm went directly from the hem of his jacket.

"Let go when you've hugged enough." Song Qiao was annoyed and funny, and slapped Xu Dongbo, intending to push him away.

Xu Dongbo was really thinking about it, but he wasn't willful. He touched Song Qiao for a while, and then let go of Song Qiao, "I'm going to cook a bowl of noodles. You haven't eaten at noon, have you?"

Song Qiao felt guilty when he saw him walking towards the kitchen.

The original ingredients in the refrigerator have been emptied, and now there are only some quick-frozen foods stuffed in. There are noodles, but I don't know how to make side dishes.

Xu Dongbo opened the refrigerator, and all he saw were quick-frozen steamed buns and quick-frozen dumplings. He didn't even see a leaf of green vegetables. His face was heavy, "Come here."

"I was too busy a while ago, so I usually ate out." Song Qiao defended himself in a low voice.

When he eats out in a day, it is only at noon. When he is really busy, he often forgets to eat. These things in the refrigerator are all bought and eaten at night when he is hungry.

Xu Dongbo didn't know about Song Qiao's little habits. He was so distressed that he finally rubbed Song Qiao's hair, "Let's hire a nanny first, don't eat these things."

He must at least check out the situation on the other side of Fenghe before he can retreat.

"Yeah." Song Qiao nodded in response, but he didn't intend to hire a nanny. He prefers to stay with Xu Dongbo. As for cooking, there will always be a way in the future.

Xu Dongbo took a look at the situation in the kitchen, and finally ordered Jisong to buy fresh vegetables and made shrimp noodles.

It was only two o'clock in the afternoon after dinner, Song Qiao didn't plan to go to work today, so naturally he urged Xu Dongbo to take a nap.

And he originally planned to go to the study to read for a while, but he couldn't resist Xu Dongbo's stickiness, so he finally fell down on the bed together.

Xu Dongbo was really tired. He rushed to get on the plane after finishing the filming yesterday.

And he was a tall man, but because of the rush to book the ticket, he took the economy class, and he didn't straighten his legs all the way, so naturally he didn't have a good rest.

Not long after lying down, Xu Dongbo fell asleep, but he was still holding Song Qiao tightly.

Song Qiao struggled a bit, and let him go. He wanted to wait for Xu Dongbo to fall asleep before getting up, but before he knew it, he fell asleep because of his mental relaxation.

When he woke up, the room was still dark. Song Qiao reached out to touch the phone under the pillow in a daze, but Xu Dongbo grabbed his hand.

"Are you awake?" Xu Dongbo regained his energy after sleeping for two hours, but when he moved, Song Qiao arched into his arms.

He was fine, so he continued to lie down with Song Qiao.

Xu Dongbo looked at the time early in the morning, estimated that it was only five o'clock, and became restless as he grabbed Song Qiao's hand.

"What time is it?" Song Qiao just woke up, wondering if it was because of sleeping in the afternoon, his whole body was weak, and he was lazy and didn't want to move, so he just let Xu Dongbo move.

"It's still early, I'll cook for you when you're full." Xu Dongbo leaned over Song Qiao, lowered his head and kissed Song Qiao's lips. His vision was so good that even in dim light, he could easily capture Song Qiao. open eyes.

Xu Dongbo moved his hand down, and when the atmosphere was just right, the phone rang. He cursed in a low voice, took his own phone and picked it up, but he didn't get up from Song Qiao.

The sound of heavy breathing passed through the receiver, and Xu Dongyang frowned, "What are you doing?"

Song Qiao was almost close to Xu Dongbo's face, and naturally heard Xu Dongyang's voice, he quickly backed away from Xu Dongbo, if Xu Dongyang knew what they were doing at the moment, it would be too shameful.

"Doing good deeds." Xu Dongbo casually said as he kissed Song Qiao indifferently.

Xu Dongyang frowned fiercely, but in the end he focused on the important thing and didn't scold him, "The matter about Xue Lang..."

"Wait a minute..." Xu Dongbo knew that he couldn't eat the meat, so he kissed Song Qiao's lips, "Go wash up first."

While speaking, Xu Dongbo had already got out of bed, opened the curtains and walked towards the balcony.

Song Qiao squinted his eyes and adjusted to the light for a while before getting up to wash up. He stared at himself in the mirror for a while, feeling that he might have forgotten something.

He shook his head and put aside this thought, changed his clothes after washing and went to the living room to read his news.

"Is there any progress?" Xu Dongbo leaned on the railing and glanced into the room.

When something happened to Xue Lang, Xu Dongyang quickly controlled Xue Lang's assistant, and helped them buy air tickets to send them abroad.

It's just that although they caught someone, they couldn't ask anything.

In addition, in order to prevent them from leaking information, people are controlled abroad, and it would be troublesome to ask just once. Xu Dongbo told Xu Dongyang a few ways, and then he reluctantly asked something.

The only thing that is certain is that Song Qiao's enemy is from Huaguo, and he is very rich.

"I found something strange yesterday..." If Xu Dongyang was not sure, he would not have told Xu Dongbo rashly.

"They seem more like people who have been recruited and trained since childhood, dedicated to a family. If this direction is correct, you may still meet these people."

Xu Dongbo's heart sank. If he said that, he could almost be locked in this group of dignitaries in Beijing. "Brother, are there any abnormalities in the people around you?"

"That's why I haven't made any progress." Xu Dongyang shook his head. He didn't have many friends around him, and all of them had been in contact for several years.

If any of these people were hostile to Song Qiao, it would be difficult for him to guarantee that he could protect Song Qiao.

Fortunately, they are now in the dark, and that person doesn't know that he has shown his feet.

"Maybe there will be some progress starting from Fenghe." Xu Dongbo sighed, and couldn't help asking Xu Dongyang, "Is there no one around you who suddenly became rich in the past few years?"

"Not in the past few years, but..." A person appeared in Xu Dongyang's mind, and he quickly shook his head.

Since they got up more than ten years ago, there is little possibility of being involved with Song Qiao. After all, they were all young at that time, and their family did not suddenly become rich, but grew up slowly over the years.

Xu Dongbo didn't ask further, he knew that Xu Dongyang had always been measured, so he didn't say much, "Brother, pay more attention."

He had only talked with Xu Dongyang for a few minutes, and when he saw Song Qiao standing at the door looking at him, he hung up the phone and walked over, "What's wrong?"

"Fang Cheng didn't get through to you, so he called me." Song Qiao shook the phone.

Xu Dongbo ignored him and walked out lazily, "It's not a big deal to call you."

Anyway, the relationship between the two of them was no longer a secret in Fang Cheng's eyes.

"He said that you were nominated for the Best Newcomer Award, and you will probably rush over there after the court hearing tomorrow." Song Qiao's words were already very brief.

When Fang Cheng called, he was incoherent with excitement. Although he knew that Xu Dongbo was talented, he was still very excited when he received the nomination notice.

"Isn't there still half a month before the award ceremony?" Xu Dongbo frowned dissatisfied.