President of Chuancheng Entertainment

The best friend couldn't believe it: "How did you get together?"

"Did you check your household registration?" Song Yu complained, "Should I also tell you when we kiss?"

The best friend couldn't sit still, and raised his voice, "I'm concerned about you, okay! Why don't you make it public when you're with him? It must be stuck with the Xi family, so don't be afraid..."

Song Yu casually forked a piece of fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, "It's the first time I've been in love, I've thought so much, I'm not tired. I have my own measure."

The best friend kept chewing the fruit, "I'm just afraid that you will cheat others for money and sex."

"Huh? Even if it's cheating money and sex, I'm the one who cheated him."

Best friend: "..."

It seems to make sense.

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Song Yu didn't continue to drink because of Xi Yan's instructions in the second half, so he was still sober after the banquet.

It's just that I was a little tired and went back to the room to take a shower. When I came out wrapped in a bathrobe, there was a knock on the door.

This point will come, only one.

He wiped the water droplets from his hair with one hand, and after answering, he opened the door with his slippers. His little face, which was steamed white and rosy from the heat, poked out behind the door panel.

"It's so late and you don't sleep... What are you hiding behind your hands?"

Xi Yan looked at the young man with black wet hair, glowing white hair, and rosy lips, with two big words written all around - "Monster".

He pushed open the door with one hand and pressed over without saying a word.

Song Yu was not prepared for him to be so straightforward, and accepted this very straightforward and passionate kiss in a panic when he was pressed against the door panel.

The sweet fruity scent after bathing lingered in Xi Yan's breath, and he clasped Song Yu's wrist with one hand, and the offensive became more violent. Song Yu was kissed so helplessly, and a layer of water mist formed in his eyes.

Moaning and chirping unconsciously, "Xi Yan..."

But the man in front of him was obviously deeply involved, holding him relentlessly, and demanding it forcefully.

He didn't mean to let him go.

When Song Yu was about to fall into someone's arms, Xi Yan put one arm around him, and said magnetically to him, "Happy birthday, I want to spend this birthday with you alone."

Song Yu panted, "This...it's so late, isn't it past twelve o'clock?"

"No, I counted the time."

Song Yu regained some strength, and was a little surprised to see that what he was holding was actually a cake box.

"Could you have done it yourself?"

There was no obvious trademark on the cake box, and considering the way the man took it out mysteriously, he was very happy.

It's a bit pitiful to say, no one has ever made a cake for him on his birthday, after all, no one will really care about him except his close relatives.

The eye sockets were a little itchy, he rubbed his eyes, "There is sand in the eyes."

This excuse is really not clever, but he did not admit that he was so moved to cry so easily.

Xi Yan just took his hand, "Don't rub it, let me blow it for you?"

Song Yu said in a low voice, "I don't want it."

"Then I'll give you a hug?" Y, X, D, J.

Song Yu smiled, "Where are you coaxing the children?" Yuxi read well.

Xi Yan hugged him gently, "I'm coaxing my boyfriend." Then he took him to the sofa and put down the cake on his hand, "Let's see if the cake prepared by your boyfriend is satisfactory?"

"Uh-huh."

Song Yu sat up, and when he unpacked it, he didn't think about what kind of beautiful cake Xi Yan's cooking skills could make, but no matter what the taste or appearance was, he would solve it all.

When he opened the package, he froze.

After a long time, he said, "Where did you buy it?"

The 6-inch fondant cake, with two small people holding hands standing on the glass bridge, is so lifelike and cute that it looks like a work of art.

Song Yu couldn't help but want to touch the top of the villain's head.

He squatted down and carefully observed the miniature version of Xi Yan, the cold and dignified look was exactly the same.

Xi Yan: "I did."

Song Yu was really surprised, "You were a baker before you became the president?" This level is very cheating.

Xi Yan shook his head and said, "Before I met you, I never cooked before."

"You specially went to practice?"

The man nodded, and before he could speak, Song Yu suddenly sat up and put his arms around his neck, "What do you like about me? It's worth your attention."

"Why do I like you?" Xi Yan looked straight into his black eyes, which were as clear as streams of water, "I plan to spend my whole life answering this question."

damn it,

This man is so good, what else can Song Yu say.

He leaned over and gave the man a big "pop" on the lips, and he said jealously, "Just for a lifetime?"

Xi Yan was blinded by his sudden kiss and didn't pay attention to what he said, "Huh?"

Song Yu sat on his lap, very unreasonable, "In your next life, in the next life, I will reserve everything in advance for you!"

The action of sitting on the legs made Xi Yan a little excited, the soft touch on the legs was too good.

His alluring aura to the young man, his slightly swollen lips.

There was an uncontrollable hotness rushing to one place.

Song Yu didn't hear the answer, and approached with some dissatisfaction, "Hey, are you listening to me?"

His soft voice, slightly hot body temperature and faint body fragrance are all hitting the last string of a man with strong self-control.

Unexpectedly, someone teased him without knowing it, so he moved closer, wondering about the man's sudden heavy breathing.

"How do you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Yu's field of vision instantly flipped, and he ran into the familiar sofa cushion behind him, followed by a tall figure.

From the lips to the neck, breathing heavily, "I will always belong to you, no need to make a reservation."

The bathrobe, which was meant to be concealed, was dragged back and forth, and it was already hanging loosely on his body, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin on his legs and chest.

Xi Yan's cool hand touched his waist, and the latter flinched.

"Xiaoyu...is that okay?"

His voice was unbearably hoarse, and he tried his best to suppress the turbulent thoughts. As long as the young man said no, he would never force it.

Song Yu closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembling nervously, "Hmm..."

Xi Yan carefully carried him to the bed, took out a box from his pocket, and Song Yu felt a chill on his fingers.

Looking down, I saw a blue diamond ring on the index finger. The pigeon egg was big, pure and translucent, making the white knuckles even more slender.

Xi Yan watched obsessively, "It's really suitable."

Then he lowered his head and kissed lightly on the fingers to the back of the hand, the delicate touch made Song Yu's heart itch.

Song Yu pushed Xi Yan with her toes, "You look like an idiot, Mr. Bingshan Xi."

Mr. Xi didn't care, "I blame my boyfriend for being too attractive."

That restless foot hooked Xi Yan's leg, and said provocatively, "Kiss me."

Looking at the pouting red lips, Xi Yan resolutely couldn't stand the temptation, and refused to kiss Xiao Song.

The subsequent development of Song Yu was out of control. President Xi, who has always been flexible, let the people under him cry and beg to say no, and he couldn't help asking again and again.

Finally, looking at the tired and dizzy young man, with the crystal tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, and the ambiguous traces of bruises on his body, his heart ached.

Kissing away his teardrops, hugging him to clean up carefully, seeing the redness and swelling behind, his movements became more relaxed.

Song Yu, who was sleeping, seemed to groan twice in response, her voice was soft and a little hoarse, it was so loud just now that she was hoarse.

Xi Yan: ...

With just two hums, he was stimulated to respond again.

Resisting all messy thoughts, he cleaned up carefully and gently. He carefully put Song Yu on the bed and carefully tucked in the quilt.

Turning around and going into the bathroom again, the cold water rushes down.

Xi Yan, who was not full of desires, took a cold shower for half an hour and finally calmed down.

Opening the bathroom door, Song Yu's peaceful sleeping face was indescribably beautiful under the warm light, Xi Yan's heart was so soft that he couldn't take his eyes off him.

Just hugging him like this, and pecking at the corner of his lips again, Song Yu turned around with some itches, and unconsciously approached Xi Yan's arms, breathing warmly and evenly in a light, very reassuring rhythm.

For so many years of wanting nothing, just to leave the hottest joy to the destined person, Xi Yan smiled at the corner of her mouth, and fell into a deep sleep with her in her arms.

the next day,

At first, Song Yu felt pain all over her body. She wanted to find out where it hurt, but found that it hurt everywhere, especially her waist and back.

He opened his mouth and found that his voice was as hoarse as if it had been scratched with sandpaper.

Is this the consequence of indulgence?

Then in addition to the physical discomfort and the psychological shame, I was half tired and dizzy, and I must have been weak.

He struggled to stand up, but he didn't see Xi Yan's person, and he was inexplicably disappointed.

But without giving him too many chances to lose, Xi Yan came back from the outside with hot porridge. Seeing that he was awake, she held his hand nervously, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Have.

It's not comfortable anywhere, it's all made by this bastard.

But someone with a stubborn mouth said stubbornly: "No."

He lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. Xi Yan was frightened by his actions. He checked the Internet and found that he would feel uncomfortable for the first time, and he was prone to fever, so he should pay attention to rest.

And yesterday he was so unrestrained...

"Don't move, I'll carry you to the toilet."

Song Yu still couldn't accept this kind of treatment for a while, it was too shameful to be hugged by the princess, he said lightly: "No, I can do it myself."

Before the words finished, Song Yu was hugged horizontally and fell into a strong embrace. The feeling of flying made him hug Xi Yan's neck subconsciously, "Well...you let me down, I can do it myself."

"No, you can't."

Xi Yan didn't have to discuss it, and directly carried him into the toilet, completely refusing to give Song Yu a chance to do it himself.

If it wasn't for Song Yu's life-and-death disagreement, classmate Xi Yan would still want to help brush his teeth.

Song Yu: ...

This level of care that you can't take care of yourself is a sweet burden.

In the end, Song Yu was carried out.

Xi Yan was holding the bowl, the porridge looked very bland, he blew it off gently, "Don't eat greasy ones today, this porridge tastes pretty good."

Speaking of food, Song Yu thought of the cake that he hadn't had time to make a wish last night, and was still thinking about the two villains on it, "Is that cake still there?"

"Well, in the refrigerator."