President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Song Yu was embarrassed to be seen by an acquaintance in such a state.

Back in the room, I rushed to the bathroom and undressed immediately.

The water at a suitable temperature splashed on the body, and a mist rose and filled the air.

After washing up, he put on a towel and opened the door.

Seeing the person he least wants to see right now——Xi Yan.

Xi Yan was sitting on his big soft bed, holding the cup he just stuffed into his arms.

Those cold eyes fixed on his exposed upper body.

The smooth upper body is covered with pink and small drops of water dripping from the hair that has never been dried, and it slides playfully down the beautiful collarbone.

"Put your clothes on."

"..."

This way of opening is indeed Xi Yan.

If it was replaced by Xie Junyi, who has no morals and no lower limit at this moment, he would probably say: "Take off all your clothes..."

He found out his pajamas, put them on and said, "Why are you here?"

The pajamas consisted of two pieces. He untied the bath towel around his waist, turned his back to Xi Yan and began to pull on his pants.

Originally, Song Yu thought straight, and with Xi Yan's indifferent attitude, he didn't bother to hide it, just changing clothes under his eyes.

He didn't know how beautiful his indulgent behavior would be in the eyes of others.

He straddled his straight and slender legs and lifted his hands up.

The gray loose sportswear wraps her upturned buttocks.

His movements were quick and quick. After putting on, he turned around and jumped onto the bed, leaning on Xi Yan with his shoulder.His black hair was wet, and his eyes were dark and round, staring at the man.

Xi Yan's fingertips tightened a little more on the outer packaging of the cup, and his already stern expression tightened even more.

"you're uncomfortable?"

I saw Xi Yan's throat rolling, and his voice was hoarse and low: "You...what's the matter with your outfit today?"

Song Yu's smile froze, and said, "Don't say anything... I have a special hobby."

I was gnashing my teeth in my heart, Xie Junyi, I want to kill you.

Xi Yan twitched her brows, and said after a while: "Why didn't I know you have so many problems?"

"Well...I'm trying to correct it."

Instead, he has become the same pervert as Xie Junyi now, woohoo.

"I have a doctor here..." Xi Yan glanced at Song Yu who didn't care, and sighed: "Forget it, you can wear it if you like, but don't wear such a revealing style next time."

He won't have a next time!

……

The next morning, he was standing on the stairs.

Xi Xun greeted him, and Song Yu's hand on the armrest slightly tightened.

He didn't forget what happened yesterday.

Can follow him, know his whereabouts, in a haunted house, can use professional dissection techniques,... and cover his eyes deliberately.

It goes without saying who to doubt.

But there must be a motive for everything, he can't find any benefit for Xi Xun to do so, and he has no intention of harm

He just paused and came down as usual.

"What's the matter, I was in a daze on the stairs just now."

Song Yu stood beside him, and said lightly, "Second Brother, what is the profession of forensic medicine like?"

Xi Xun froze for a moment, the amber eyes, the light refracted in them, were cold, "Speak for the dead with the calmest heart."

Eat breakfast.

In the middle of the dining table is a plate of strange-looking round white objects and Xi Yan who is sitting coldly.

He pulled the stool away and sat in his original position.He picked up the chopsticks in his right hand and poked the white object.

The hard and solid touch under the chopsticks made me smile: What tutorial did you watch and do together this time? "

Before the voice could finish, the phone vibrated violently.

He picked it up and casually glanced at the caller ID: Secretary Wang

It was only then that Song Yu remembered that he still had an entertainment company, so he straightened up, left the table, and pressed the answer button.

"President, something happened to Mr. Xia!" There were anxious words on the other end of the phone.

"Xia Chen?"

"Yes, Mr. Xia and Zhang Yansi were filming on the set this morning... and the explosion was delayed due to the negligence of the staff... No one expected this to happen. We were all well prepared and no one touched those props... ..." The more Xiao Wang spoke, the more confused he became, even his voice was crying.

"Xiao Wang, calm down first." Song Yu frowned, his heart sank, and he said forcefully, "Tell me, how is Xia Chen?"

Although he doesn't have any special feelings for Xia Chen.

But after all, it is a human being and a life.

"You mean Xia Chen rushed in to save Zhang Yansi and was injured by the second explosion?"

"That's right, that's right. President, we really didn't expect that Mr. Xia would suddenly rush into such a dangerous place to save people."

Secretary Wang feels really bad now, because he offended the president severely once because of Xie Junyi's matter.

As a result, there was an accidental explosion on the first day she was sent to work with the "Young Master" crew.

Is she probably the reincarnation of the broomstick?Oops

Now not only the heroine was injured, but the most important thing is that the president's heart--Xia Chen was also hospitalized and lying down.

The scene was in chaos.

She was ready to be slapped by the grumpy Song Yu.

As a result, Song Yu asked about Xia Chen's specific situation and the injuries of other personnel, and said in detail: "The public opinion that asked the public relations department to urgently block the explosion was completely suppressed by me.

Protect the scene, contact the police, and find out the reason. "

Song Yu hung up the phone, picked up his coat and was ready to go out: "The company really had an accident this time. I won't go to the company today."

Drive and run to the hospital as fast as you can.

He put his hands on the steering wheel with cold hands, feeling a not-so-light suffocation from his heart.

Although he can independently control the thoughts and actions of this body, he still has the emotional influence of the original owner.

These are the original feelings that he would not give easily, and they are cheaply reflected on more than one person.

After the car was parked, Song Yu ran into the inpatient building, pressed the elevator and hurried in, and the red number waiting for the elevator jumped to twelve.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened.

The environment inside is good and the lighting is bright.

But at this moment, Song Yu didn't want to stand by the window to enjoy the beautiful scenery, but went straight inside.

The crew members in twos and threes were sitting outside the ward with simple bandages on their bodies. When they saw that it was the president, they were all shocked, stood up with serious faces, bent their bodies slightly, and shouted respectfully: "President."

Taking a casual glance at these crew members, they were relieved to see some small wounds on their bodies.

"Where's Xia Chen?"

"King Xia is inside, just finished taking the medicine and is still resting now."

Song Yu pushed open the door and stepped in.

As a result, a white afterimage rushed towards him!

Song Yu subconsciously turned to the right.

"boom!"

The afterimage hit the door next to him that had just been pushed open, and the shattered fragments and water stains scattered all over the ground.

Song Yu touched the side of his face, his fingertips were stained with blood.Appears to have been bruised by the debris flying around.

Before he could figure out what was going on, a bouquet, apparently in a vase, fell on him.

It was accompanied by Xia Chen's roar: "Get out, I don't want to see you!"

There was no real pain from the bouquet hitting her body, but there was a dark stain on her clothes.

"Xia Chen, what are you crazy about?"

"You go out, I don't need your pity."