President of Chuancheng Entertainment

"Didn't you choose to leave?! When did I owe you again?!"

Song Yu endured the severe pain in his feet, and just as he yelled this sentence, he obviously felt the figure behind him stagnate.

Then the hands that were cut behind him were released, and when he was about to take a breath, he was turned over and continued to press against the door panel.

"Boom!"

Chu Jingyan slammed his left hand on the wooden door next to Song Yu's ear, propped his body on his elbow, and his perfectly proportioned face was gloomy and gloomy.

Caressing the side of Song Yu's face with his right hand, his voice was warm but extremely cold: "Did you forget everything you did?"

Song Yu was in distress, what did he do?He didn't do anything to take the blame?

What kind of insane thing did the original owner do to get him tied up and imprisoned?

And didn't he have the impression that the original owner, who was extremely affectionate, gave up his studies and family business for Chu Jingyan, and started an entertainment company?

This, isn't it that Chu Jingyan should be extremely grateful, and that today's achievements cannot be separated from the original owner's strong support?

"I didn't... I didn't forget."

Song Yu didn't dare to slap away the hands that were groping on his face, and kept his body as small as possible to stay away from this person.

Full of thought that such an answer is already a perfect mark for being well-behaved, but the person in front of him turned even more sullen.

He didn't know if it was his illusion or what, but he seemed to see pain flashing across those dark and deep eyes.

It was a thick and rich pain, like the sadness engraved in the depths of the soul, not cold and lifeless, but like love but bruised all over, untouchable and nostalgic, the pain hesitated and lingered.

His heart seemed to feel something, and his heart trembled slowly, as if he was picked up and smashed to the ground severely to be trampled on.

I don't know why Song Yu spoke up suddenly, not because of escape or fear, but because she simply felt that this answer was the most appropriate.

"I forgot, I don't remember anything."

I thought it would bear Chu Jingyan's coldness or anger, but a soft and moist kiss was ushered in, which was soft and gentle.

The fragrance of flowers permeates the tip of the heart, the lips are delicately wrapped and licked, and gently sweeps every part of the mouth, the left hand is grasped and falls into the wide palm, and the ten fingers are raised and interlaced by the ear side, lingering.

Song Yu raised his head slightly to accept this unbelievably gentle kiss, which made him fascinated, and he didn't know where he was.

She even forgot all the fear and anxiety, and subconsciously wanted to get close to this warm man to gain more sense of security.

The kiss broke apart very quickly, and as his chest rose and fell, he heard Chu Jingyan say in a low voice: "Forget about the past... let's start over."

Song Yu opened his mouth slightly to say something, but was gagged again to usher in a sweet but aggressive kiss, sweeping it wantonly in the mouth, sucking the honey-like body fluid inseparably.

The rising body temperature made him hot and dry, and his interlocking left hands were soaked in sweat but they were clenched even tighter. The mysterious flower fragrance made him confused, and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north. He followed the instructions of his body and wanted more Something else.

This kiss went all the way down, and a series of thin light kisses fell on the neck, as if treating the most precious treasure so tenderly that it was frightening, especially touching the shoulder that had just been bitten and bleeding, like a small animal licking a wound He pecked lightly, rolling away a little bit of red blood with his tongue.

Suddenly, the whole person's center of gravity tilted, and he was picked up by Chu Jingyan and placed on the big bed.

Song Yu watched the huge shadow covering him, his eyes were full of love and madness.

"Song Yu, I don't want anything."

Then the whole person leaned down, and continued to kiss the smooth collarbone, leaving one after another bruised purple traces, which were as shockingly beautiful as blooming flowers.