President of Chuancheng Entertainment

"I'm going to kill someone, Mr. Song, help me!" Ye Yuxuan shouted while hiding.

Song Yu, who was named, was too embarrassed to pretend to be transparent, so she had to pretend to dissuade him: "Well, Xia Chen's brother, calm down."

Then the little boy turned his head and glared at him, and snorted coldly: "I want you to take care of it."

"..."

In fact, he didn't really want to care about it, but Xia Chen's brother, don't beat him up.

"I'm Xia Chen's boss, and I'll deal with this person. Get up first and talk about it."

Song Yu didn't dare to get too close, for fear that the young man's six relatives would deny him, and his fists wouldn't recognize him.

Originally thought that his words would also attract a complaint from the young boy, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw those sparkling peach blossom eyes looking at him.

"Are you Mr. Song Yu Song?" The young boy's voice was full of expectation.

Song Yu hesitated, "Yes."

He saw the beautiful peach blossom eyes curved, and a bright smile was raised on the tip of his eyebrows: "It's Mr. Song, I'm so unreasonable."

As he spoke, he let go of the hand holding the collar of the person below him, lightly patted the dust on the palms that did not exist at all, and took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket to wipe each finger carefully.

The little boy wiped his hands carefully, and then straightened his T-shirt.

He bowed respectfully to him, his eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you very much, Mr. Song, brother is so lucky to have met you."

Unexpectedly, Ye Yuxuan who fell on the ground suddenly jumped up, grabbed the vase next to the sink and lifted it high, cursing: "You little bastard, go to hell!"

Song Yu was also taken aback by this crazy move, and shouted: "Be careful!"

The young boy had his back to Ye Yuxuan at the moment, and he couldn't dodge for a while, as he saw the vase smashed on his head.

What a lunatic!

Song Yu pushed away the young boy who was stunned in place, and forcefully lifted the fallen vase with his arms.

"Uh." He couldn't help but snort.

Ye Yuxuan also saw clearly that he had hit the wrong person, the fragments of the vase stuck into his suit, instantly turning dark, and his arm was dripping with blood.

Feeling that his legs were weak, he knelt on the ground and murmured, "Master Song, I didn't do it on purpose. Don't, don't block me!"

Kneeling and crawling to Song Yu's feet, trying to pull his trousers with a bruised nose and swollen face.

The boy also recovered from the shock, and when he saw this scene, he knew that he had caused a catastrophe.

Kicking away Ye Yuxuan's hands that were trying to wrap around him, he shouted angrily, "Go to the doctor!"

When the doctor rushed over, Song Yu's left hand was already covered with dark blood, dripping down his arm onto the ground in bright red.

The doctor frowned severely, looked at the fragments deeply embedded in the muscle and said, "Do you want his arm?"

When Ye Yuxuan, who was already insane, heard this sentence, he knew that his death was approaching.

Hurt the people of the Xi's family, his career in the entertainment circle is considered unnecessary.

He could have been struggling for a few more years and could barely be considered a second-tier star, but he was born to learn other people's unspoken rules.

This time, no one can protect him.

Maybe he could go to "First Entertainment", which might protect him a bit.

However, the next moment he felt a thunderbolt.

"Who did this?!"

Xie Junyi walked over quickly, his deep voice was on the verge of erupting.

Ye Yuxuan wanted to cut off his left hand as compensation, but it didn't help.

Offending the two giants in the entertainment industry at once, it is really impossible for him to dream of acting in any movies again in his life.

Song Yu was enduring the tearing sensation of the fragments being pulled out, while Ye Yuxuan's constant wailing could be heard on the other side.

He turned his head and shouted at the tearful ugly face: "I was the one who got hurt, can you stop howling so loudly?!"

Ye Yuxuan's voice was hoarse for an instant, and he looked at him tremblingly, as if he was afraid that he could eat him.

He felt a throbbing pain at the tip of his eyebrows, his head was dizzy, he felt the unreal pain from his left arm, cold sweat broke out from his smooth forehead, and he was overwhelmed by drowsiness.

He half closed his eyelids, and murmured softly: "Let me sleep for a while..." Then he rolled his eyes and fainted.

The expressions of the doctors and nurses stalking behind all changed. It would be fine if this dizzy person was an ordinary person. If something happened to this third young master, not to mention them, I am afraid that this hospital would not even need to be opened.

The doctor who was treating the wound checked his physical signs and let out a heavy breath: "It's okay, it's just that he fainted due to excessive blood loss and hypoglycemia."

Then everyone rushed to get out of the way and pushed Song Yu into the ward.

Xie Junyi lifted Ye Yuxuan who was still paralyzed on the ground, and said almost ruthlessly: "You are finished."

……

Song Yu, who fell into a deep sleep, just felt a warm current flow through her body, making her feel much better.

Opening his eyes in a daze, he saw a picture that shocked him.

Sitting next to his bed was a row of doctors and nurses in white coats and nurse uniforms staring at him. This scene scared him so much that he might have just come out of an amputation, right? !

He lowered his head and glanced at the bandaged left forearm, as well as the right hand being infused.

It's okay, it's okay, everything that should be there is still there.

When everyone saw that the ancestor on the hospital bed had finally woken up, the heart that had been suspended high fell to the ground again.

"Master Xie, look, Third Young Master Song is awake too...Can we go now?..." The leading doctor scratched his head, speaking very politely.

Xie Junyi, who was leaning against the window, took a cold look, and said a word: "Yes."

If everyone gets a pardon, they don't care what their image is, and they slip away faster than one, for fear of being caught and going back to see a doctor.

"Could you please take care of yourself?"

Xie Junyi said in a deep voice: "If you do such a thing again, don't blame me for trapping you by my side."

At that time, his head was blank, and he couldn't think so much.

Seeing the vase being thrown right at the young boy's head, if he couldn't stop it, he might have been sent directly to the intensive care unit instead of lying here with some flesh injuries.

He moved the fingertips of his left hand, and a sharp tingling pain was sent up densely along the nerve endings, which made his scalp numb, and he almost cried out from frowning.

Fortunately, it only hurt the flesh, and it seems that the function is still normal.

"It's okay, I'm just a little injured." In order to reassure Xie Junyi, Song Yu endured the pain and raised his arm and shook it: "Look, I can still move."

"If you can't move your hand, the guy who hurt you won't have to."

"Mr. Song..."

Suddenly, a young boy's voice filled with grievance came from the corner.

The young boy stood in the corner, with his head buried very low, only a head of smooth black hair was visible, and a few mottled gray marks were also stained on the original white T-shirt.His hands twisted his sleeves, looking lonely.

New Year Extra Story

Song Yu hereby brings a small attack all the way to celebrate the New Year!

Xia Chen: "Hmph. Haven't settled accounts with you yet on Valentine's Day?"

Xie Junyi: "I'll let you go for a few days. See you in bed next time."

Xi Yan: "Hi everyone, I am the protagonist of the extra episode."

Xi Xun: "A typical representative of the same family with different fates."

According to the voting results, No.1 is the big brother.

new year extra

"boom--"

Fireworks quietly lifted into the sky in the dark night, splitting the entire lonely sky with a loud noise, blooming dazzling colors and lighting up the eyes still looking up at the sky alone.

A bright red McLaren P1 galloped on the spacious road with little traffic at super high speed, and the extremely coquettish driving track caused bursts of engine roar.

"squeak--"

When the sports car flicked and cornered under the night, the rough ground and the friction of the tires made a screeching brake sound, and then accelerated and rushed out.

Other car owners on the same road were frightened by this reckless driving style and avoided it.

Originally, the vehicles driving in front all slowed down, for fear of any accidents, even if they were overtaken, no one dared to yell or honk to express.

This red McLaren P1 walked through the traffic flow arrogantly, unimpeded and coquettish.

Even when the yardage suddenly dropped when cornering, no one urged them, and they all followed behind and moved forward slowly.

It was the night of the New Year's Eve, and the originally secluded road was intertwined with the roar of cars and fireworks rising into the sky.

The cool wind hit the car window, shrank his neck slightly, and tightened his hands holding the steering wheel.

The inside of his head was as sticky as paste, which made Song Yu almost unable to tell the difference between south, east and north. The comfortable and cold leather seat under him and the breeze blowing into the car made his vision a little clearer.

He rolled down the car window, and the night wind came in and let his overheated body cool down for a while, before becoming unbearably hot again.

He pushed back the broken hair on his forehead, revealing his hot and smooth forehead.Under the slender and slightly curved eyebrows, there was water in the eyes, and the long eyelashes flickered.

It's all the damn annual meeting, and I usually don't see that everyone can drink like this.Although he used tea instead of wine to hide an unknown number of cups of wine, but between toasting and changing cups, the ghost knows what cup he took.

Drinking one cup after another, Song Yu could only feel his body getting hotter and hotter. Under the persuasion of everyone, he had to refuse anyone's support and pick-up, and endured all desires to get in the car and drive on the road.

Fortunately, he was skilled enough to reach the gate of the mansion with the car swinging.

Two red lanterns are hung on the same carved iron gate as before, which adds a bit of New Year flavor.

"Uncle Xu, Uncle Xu, Aunt Zhang..." He staggered out of the car, pulling the collar of his suit that was close to his body, leaning against the door and pawing at the cold door: "Open, open the door, Xiaoyu forgot to bring the key It's..."

At this moment, his mind was dizzy and he didn't know what to say. He even forgot that Xi Yan had approved all the servants to go back on vacation.

He yelled for a long time, and even the hand that knocked on the door turned red.As if angry, she slipped along the door and fell by the door, leaning her head on the cold door and whispering: "I want to go in...it's so hot..."

There was grievance in the shiny black round pupils, and he tore off the black tie on his collar and wrapped it around his hands.

Suddenly, a bright beam of light came over in the dark night, making him reluctantly turn his head to take a glance, and a Bugatti Veyron drove over and stopped firmly in front of him.

A figure in a suit got out of the car and walked towards him with the light of the car on his back, like a god's mansion descending from the sky.

Xi Yan's stern face frowned, looking at the shapeless villain sitting slumped in front of the door, huddled into a ball.Those round pupils looked at him with grievance and resentment, even his fair face was flushed, and his lips were slightly pursed with a seductive luster.

Xi Yan felt her throat tighten, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing sitting here?"

He wanted to bend down to pick him up, but the man on the ground quickly grabbed his right hand, tied the tie wrapped around his hand to his wrist, and tied the other end to his left hand.

After thinking about it, he untied the slipknot and replaced it with a dead knot. After finishing, he didn't answer the question and just looked at the thin belt between the two and smirked.

"why are you laughing?"

Xi Yan didn't reach out to stop his movement either, if it wasn't for the silly smile he showed at the end, he almost doubted how the quick movement of the person in front of him could be a masterpiece of a trance-like person.

"Brother, you won't be able to run away like this." Song Yu held the door and stood still: "Brother, I will always be alone."

"you're drunk."

Song Yu saw the pair of hands stretched out to support him, and out of nowhere, she also stretched out her arms to wrap around the man's waist, nestled in his arms, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I didn't drink." Song Yu's voice was soft and waxy that he didn't usually have: "Brother, I want to hug."

"Since you didn't drink, you can go by yourself."

How could Song Yu agree, rubbing back and forth in his arms, her hands tightly clenched.

"Brother, I've been drinking."

"Dare to drive alone after drinking? Do you think your life is too long?"

"They all have plots against me, I don't want them to touch me..."

Xi Yan sighed, the hand that was hanging in the air finally came down and put it on Song Yu's waist, and said, "I'm holding you."

"I want you to carry me in."

Snuggled into Wen Liang's arms, even the restlessness on his body was reduced a bit. How could he waste this humanoid cooling device in vain?

"Then untie this first." He pointed to the tie on his hand.

"I can't solve this."

He has made a special knot, how can it be so easy to explain and solve it.

He just clings on like this, and won't leave unless he is hugged.

While he was still thinking about it, his feet suddenly flew into the air, and he subconsciously wrapped his arms around the back of his brother's neck, resting his head on his solid chest and squinting his eyes comfortably.

"Brother, have you ever hugged someone else?"

He looked at that person's indifferent side face, he already had an answer in his heart but still couldn't help asking.

"No."

Those who get a satisfactory answer are naturally as sweet as eating a piece of honey, which melts in their hearts sweetly.

"Then you can only hug me from now on."

As a result, after waiting for a while, Song Yu didn't hear the answer he wanted. Song Yu smiled and said, "Brother, bow your head."

Taking advantage of the moment when the man lowered his head, he raised his head and kissed lightly on the corner of the cold mouth.

"Happy New Year, brother."