President of Chuancheng Entertainment

This sleep was so deep that he almost didn't feel any movement or noise. If it wasn't for the hand on his waist that woke him up, he was so comfortable that he didn't even want to turn over.

Song Yu was still closing his eyes and preparing to continue pretending to be asleep, when Chu Jingyan's voice came from above his head, accompanied by a hoarse wake-up sound: "Don't pretend to be asleep."

Song Yu's back stiffened, and he pulled the corners of his mouth to try to show a kind and friendly smile, facing the film king who still had perfect facial features that were outrageous even when he woke up.

But he didn't want to pat his face with a big hand, pulling his cheeks out, and heard a few chuckles: "Stop laughing, it's so fake."

"..."

Song Yu slapped his hand away, turned around with a dark face, refused to meet Chu Jingyan's eyes, and even tucked his head into the white quilt.

Surprisingly, Chu Jingyan didn't feel a little bit of dissatisfaction when he saw the hand being slapped away. Instead, he felt inexplicably cute curled up under the quilt.

He moved his body over with a smile, trying to pull him into his arms again but failed. Before he could reach the corner of Song Yu's clothes, the man rolled up the quilt and continued to move forward.

From under the quilt came a muffled yet clear voice: "Don't come here, I'm going to sleep."

Chu Jingyan looked at the bulging figure that had retreated to the bed with a smile, and with a smile, he stretched out his long arms and wrapped the person in his arms with the quilt.

Feeling the flexible waist under the quilt, Song Yu pulled the person closer with a slight force of the arm. Song Yu's whole body was almost attached to the body, and his ears were pressed against Chu Jingyan's chest. Incomparable.

The quilt on the head was lifted, and the chest rose and fell again:

"Are you still sleeping? It's already 11 o'clock."

Song Yu was slightly surprised. He thought it would be past nine o'clock at most, but he didn't expect it to be so late, but he still said confidently, "Of course, I usually sleep until the afternoon before getting up."

"Liar." Chu Jingyan stared at him, "Where is the third young master of the Song family who gets up at six in the morning and goes to work on time at eight?"

"..."

Song Yu thought to himself that this guy really knew everything about his work and rest, it was so perverted.

"I just don't want to get up today, isn't it okay?"

Song Yu looked up provocatively, but Chu Jingyan responded gently, "Of course, I can completely understand your desire to sleep in the same bed with me."

"..."

Can I have some face?

"But if you don't feel hungry, I have no problem sleeping until night."

Chu Jingyan paused and continued: "Today I prepared meatball porridge and a lot of Cantonese dishes, but someone has no luck."

"Meatball porridge is boiled slowly in a casserole until it is fragrant, boiling and bubbling, and the deliciousness of the sweet meatballs blends into the cooked porridge..."

Song Yu felt an instant emptiness in his stomach, recalling the bowl of porridge last night that was perfectly cooked and salty, and sat up suddenly from the bed.

Although he is a pervert, he is a good cook.

Why bother with a free chef.

"Suddenly I don't want to sleep anymore."

The silky touch on Chu Jingyan's hands disappeared, and he looked at Eldest Young Master Song who was still sleepy sitting on the bed with his head propped up and a smile on his lips.

Song Yu felt that the staring eyes really contained deep meaning, coupled with that perfectly perfect face both in the camera and in reality.

It's a pity that my heart is not normal.

"The third young master is really capricious." Chu Jingyan said with a smile, "Well, I'll make it for you...but I'm hungry."

Facing Song Yu, he slid his slender fingers across his waist, stayed between his waist, and smiled deeply: "You have to cook it for me too, isn't this too much to ask?"

If it were in a movie, this smile would definitely be regarded as a representative smile that captivates countless people, but in his eyes, it just feels very shameless!

To sell his own body, he, Song Yu, has not yet reached such a point.

If you don't bend your waist for a bucket of rice, you won't die if you go hungry for a few meals.

Chu Jingyan couldn't help laughing dumbfoundedly as he looked at the eyes that looked at death like home, and said jokingly, "Okay, I'm just kidding you. See how nervous you are."

"..."

Song Yu wanted to turn his face and be ruthless, but he had to bow his head under the eaves, smiling on the surface, mmp in his heart

With a smile on his face, he said kindly: "Then please hurry up and prepare, I'm hungry."

Only then did Chu Jingyan sit up, stood in front of the bed, and pulled him up as well, with a reasonable tone: "Let's go prepare together, my young master."

"Wait, I haven't washed my face yet."

Song Yu huddled under the quilt and refused to leave.

"It's okay, I don't dislike it. I haven't seen anything on you, so I don't care about it." Chu Jingyan laughed.

Song Yu: "..."

"You go first, I will come right away."

Song Yu stood up from the bed, pushed Chu Jingyan away, and said, "Let's talk about it first, I'm only in charge of helping. I don't know anything else."

Chu Jingyan nodded and jokingly said, "You are in charge and stand aside, just wait until you eat."