President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Song Yu: "..."

Xia Chen: "Is it because of the company's affairs? Tell him to give up, I can't possibly sell the company's shares to him."

Song Yu felt like a salted fish that was salvaged from the sea and was extremely short of water. What Xia Chen said now seemed to be repeated in his ears: this fish is also good braised.

So he raised his hand, pinched Xia Chen's cheek and said angrily: "Is it time to talk about this now? Who cares about this broken company?"

Xia Chen: "..."

"Hold me and change your clothes."

"..."

"hurry up."

The corners of Xia Chen's eyebrows twitched, and he grabbed Song Yu's wrist, "Let go first, I'll get the clothes."

Song Yu snorted, "Don't forget to take the towel."

Xia Chen just got up, and a large area of ​​his chest was also soaked. The black silk fabric was stuck to his body, and his excellent waist could be seen at a glance.

He casually opened the closet and saw a row of clothes with a familiar smell, his fingers paused on the fabric.

The light in his eyes flickered, and after a pause of more than ten seconds, he closed the wardrobe door again.

"Sorry, these clothes have owners."

Song Yu took a deep breath to digest this wonderful sense of depression, and now he really feels like a substitute.

Be your own stand-in, not even a piece of clothing.

He shook his head, pushed all the hair with water droplets behind his face, and sneered: "I see."

There is a morbid beauty on the pale face, and fragile sarcasm is written in the corners of the eyes and the corners of the mouth, like a wolf cub in a desperate situation, and the eyes are more disappointed.

After speaking, he waved his hand, turned and left.

He could feel that his current state was very poor, and his entire throat was also very dry.

Must rest now.

It's just that the people searching downstairs might not be walking so fast, he should think about how to avoid this group of people.

Suddenly a coldness grabbed his wrist, Song Yu didn't look back, "Xia Chen, let me go."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long white shirt fell from his head, and a warm and soft towel was draped over his shoulders.

Next to him, Xia Chen said in a low voice, "This is my clothes, he has no owner yet."

Xia Chen was gently wrapped around him from the back, and he could hear his shallow breathing, "You came to find me yourself, didn't you?"

Song Yu was silent.

"I knew that I would stay here and not leave, and you would come to me."

"I don't care if it's really you or not, as long as you don't leave."

Even if it's all fake, it's better than nothing.

"Cough... don't talk nonsense to me." Song Yu covered his throbbing temples, "I have a fever, will you take care of others?"

Xia Chen paused on him, grabbed the corner of the towel with his fingers, and tentatively said: "It should be...don't worry, I can do it."

Song Yu panted heavily, and couldn't hold back any longer and softened.

"Find medicine, feed me."

Only then did Xia Chen nod his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, and carefully carried Song Yu in his arms to the sofa, awkwardly like a noble and beautiful Persian cat touching water, shrinking its paws sensitively.

Holding the medicine box from the cabinet, he quickly walked back and sat down on the corner of the sofa.

Breaking the medicine out neatly, Tao Hua stared at Song Yu, "Open your mouth."

"Cough...Give me a glass of water first, I can't swallow it."

Xia Chen blinked, then quickly stood up and took a cup of hot water.

"Open...open your mouth?"

Song Yu nodded with her eyes closed, and raised her lips, "Ah~"

"Well……"

Xia Chen's palm trembled a little, he flinched when he touched the soft hotness, the capsule in his palm was swept away by moisture, leaving only residual warmth.

Song Yu rolled his eyes, and Xia Chen passed the water over.

Xia Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Song Yu swallowing the medicine smoothly.

He has never treated his younger brother so meticulously before, and this one in front of him is even more ancestral than the original Song Yu.

The man in front of him with wet hair and watery eyes, just with his cold eyes and innocent expression, his heart began to beat irregularly.

"Let me help you change your wet clothes."

Song Yu sank into the sofa, lazily raised her eyelids, "Well, take it easy."