President of Chuancheng Entertainment

As the rain subsides, the upright commercial buildings glisten in the weak sunlight, and the blue sky of the city is reflected on the clean windows.

Song Yu took a sip of the hot water in his hand and let out a deep sigh.

He had already thrown away the mobile phone, and there was a landline in the room that he could call.

It's just that there is no address book, and he doesn't know which number to reach for his raised hand. It turned out that he didn't remember anyone's phone number.

Song Yu put the water glass next to her, lay on the bed tightly wrapped in the quilt, looked at the scenery outside the window, and fell into a quiet sleep.

-

"I'm sorry, President Xi." A trembling voice came from the phone, saying, "I, we lost someone."

Xi Xun held the phone, a layer of ice condensed in his eyes, making people tremble as if they were facing an abyss.

The mid-level managers sitting in the conference room looked at each other, lowered their heads to avoid the sharp knife-like eyes, and silently prayed in their hearts that this matter had nothing to do with them.

"Sun Yao, your subordinates are capable of doing things well." Xi Xun smiled softly, with a piercing light in his eyes, and said, "I think...it must be the result of your careful training."

Xi Xun turned on the speakerphone, threw the phone along the long desk, and said, "Look for yourself, what a good thing you have done."

Sun Yao, who had been curled up all the time, was called out, and tremblingly approached the mobile phone on the table under Xi Xun's gaze.

His ear was leaning against the phone, and his posture was very funny, but he still didn't dare to touch the phone for half a minute.

"Hey, what did you do?"

"We lost him, Song Yu is too cunning, he took advantage of us not paying attention..." The person on the other end of the phone tried to explain, trying to reduce his guilt a little.

"Shut up, you're still talking about this at this time." Sun Yao's knees softened, and he almost didn't kneel down directly to this group of idiots.

What is Song Yu to their President Xi, even if they are all counted, they are not as good as his finger.

Although the second young master of the Xi family is dead, the current one is just a stand-in, but the stand-in stand-in, after a while, it is uncertain what the situation will be.

They actually let people go at this juncture, "Mountain, and. 氵, Xi".

"President Xi, we are ineffective! I'm sorry!" Sun Yao knew that this matter could not be passed so easily. He has been with Xi Xun for a long time, so of course he knew what he should do, and said: "We will do our best to find him back. Come, if I fail, I will take the blame and resign."

Xi Xun glanced at him lightly, and said, "If you can't find someone, the consequence will be more than just resignation."

Sun Yao: "Yes, I will try my best."

"Continue with the meeting."

-

When Song Yu woke up again, the "syu" sign on the opposite side had already been lit with red lights, which was more obvious against the backdrop of the night.

After finally getting enough sleep, Song Yu lazily put on the washed and dried clothes. As soon as he walked out of the door of the room, he heard voices from below.

"Hi, may I ask if you have seen a fair-looking and handsome man with fair skin and wearing a white shirt?"

Song Yu paused when he went down, and the voice below said again: "The ear is still hurt."

"..." It's really a dog's skin plaster that can't be shaken off.

"Hmm... I seem to have a little impression when you say that."

The girl at the front desk was stunned for a moment when she looked at these thick-skinned men in black.

She was very impressed with Song Yu who came in with wet clothes during the day, because she usually likes to study famous brand clothes, and she can tell at a glance that the clothes on Song Yu are expensive.

Coupled with the outstanding appearance, it is not at all likely to live in a small hotel that is not formally run by them.

Could it be that this group of people in front of him is the legendary underworld, which oppresses and persecutes the helpless young sons of rich families.

The blood of the girl's imagination is boiling, and finally one day she can see such an explosive scene.

The man in black took out a stack of RMB from his backpack, threw it on the table, and said, "Do you have any impressions this time?"

The girl's eyes were straightened, this wad of money would cost at least five or six thousand.

It can cover her two months' wages!

"Yes, I have an impression." The girl stared at the money motionlessly, "Are these all for me? I remember immediately now."

"Tell me, where is it?"

The man in black scanned the hotel, roughly estimating the rooms on the fourth and fifth floors.

"507, I just moved in today. It's exactly the same as what you described." The girl reached for the money after she finished speaking, but was cut off in midair.

"Of course it's impossible to give it to you." The leader of the man in black waved his hand and said, "Go up all of them, and I must block them."

Song Yu stood leisurely at the door of the elevator, and the elevator door opened with a crisp ding, and he stepped into the elevator calmly.

Shut the elevator in the last few seconds of their coming up, and took a deep look at the shy and embarrassed girl as they passed the front desk.

But before Song Yu could take a few more steps, the people behind him caught up again.

"Mr. Song, stop!"

Of course it was impossible for Song Yu to listen to them, the rhythm of his legs quickened, and he hid in the nearest building.

Walking through it skillfully, he didn't react until he entered the password and got on the special elevator...

He got into "syu"...?

"Ding!"

Before Song Yu could react, the elevator door opened automatically, "It's over."

The furnishings in the office were exactly the same as when he left, but the lights were on. Fortunately, there was no one inside.

Otherwise, it's really hard to explain how he knew the password and went straight to the president's office.

Just as Song Yu relaxed, a figure walked out of the toilet——

"who are you?"

Mid-Autumn Festival

The company's performance this year is very good. As a conscientious boss, Song Yu has already decided to take a holiday for the whole company.

And everyone gives out moon cakes and five kernels.

As soon as Song Yu got home, Xia Chen came back with two boxes of mooncakes.

He put the mooncake on the table, reached out and took off the hat on his head, and said, "Do you want to eat it? Someone gave it to you."

Song Yu glanced at it, and it turned out that it belonged to Wu Ren.

"No, no need." Song Yu sat down beside him, took out the remote control from the table, and said, "Let's watch the moon today."

He released a documentary - total lunar eclipse.

Xia Chen: "..."

"You." As soon as Xia Chen glanced at him, Song Yu tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder, his round eyes narrowed slightly. "What's wrong? Isn't the moon beautiful? I looked for it on purpose."

Xia Chen looked down at his long eyelashes, and said, "It's pretty, very high-definition."

Song Yu burst out laughing, leaned against Xia Chen until he trembled with laughter, squinted at him, and said, "The gods are very high-definition, the two of us will just watch like this tonight, what do you think?"

Xia Chen pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't think so, Song Yu."

Song Yu smiled slyly, pulled the back of the sofa and sat on him, put his hands on his shoulders, and said with a smile, "Then what do you want?"

Xia Chen looked at the person in front of him who was full of charm like a fairy, and unconsciously leaned on his slender waist with his hand on his side, his eyes began to darken.

"I think……"

"Bam—!"

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows shone with dazzling light, Song Yu turned her head excitedly, and ran down from Xia Chen, "Hey Xia Chen, there are fireworks!"

Song Yu opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and leaned against the cool railing. The evening breeze blew in slowly, carrying the smell of fireworks.

Sitting on the sofa, Xia Chen rubbed his fingers reluctantly, reminiscing about the wonderful feel of his hand just now, it was as warm as the soft sunlight falling under the tree in the afternoon.

His gaze towards the balcony became deep, his clean feet stepped on the light-colored floor, his short black hair fluttered in the breeze, and colorful patches of color flickered in his eyes.

The moment the fireworks fell like meteors, Xia Chen gently embraced Song Yu from behind, "Does the fireworks look good?"

The brilliant fire lit up the entire night, and it was as bright as day for a moment, and thousands of sparks like falling stars were annihilated in mid-air.

The romance of the stars shines with the moon.

A clear spring-like sound came from his ears, which made him shiver slightly, and said in a low voice, "Hmm...it looks good."

"Oh? Then I look better or fireworks?"

Xia Chen brought Song Yu over with one hand, propped his palm on the railing, and stared at the only person in front of him with bright fireworks, with dissatisfaction in his peach eyes, "Song Yu?"

When Song Yu came to his senses, he licked his lips dryly and shrank his neck unnaturally. The person in front of him was obviously much prettier than Fireworks, but he dared not to move.

"No, fireworks are not as good as you."

Xia Chen's small face and facial features are just rightly sentimental, especially when he looks up at people with the end of his eyes, Song Yu always falls into it.

Xia Chen's pale pink lips were right in front of him, and he only needed to lean slightly to touch them, but Xia Chen was unmoved.

Xia Chen looked at his little master like a small animal about to jump, and finally smiled in relief, "That's really well said, I'll reward you."

The soft lips were attached to the lips and gently sucked/clamped, and the tongue with the aroma of green grass penetrated into the mouth, intertwined with him, and then attacked the city with a sense of aggression.

Fireworks bloomed behind him, and the bright colors came through the beautiful peach blossom eyes. This cluster of fireworks was probably the most beautiful.