60. The first time it was struck
The pillow wind blowing was really effective, Chen Chuan worked hard all night, and finally got Song Youning to agree to let him stay by Lu Yuanyuan's side temporarily.
"You have to be confident in yourself." The next morning, when Song and Ning were leaving, Chen Chuan patted him on the shoulder, "In my heart, you will always be the best, and no one can replace you." β
"I trust you, and no one has a heart as big as mine." Song Youning clasped his waist, "Don't let me find out what you've done to be sorry for me, otherwise ......"
"Otherwise what?" Chop him up and throw him into the sea to feed the fish, or imprison him in β‘β‘the basement, the more Chen Chuan thinks about it, the more he thinks about it, the more dirty it becomes.
Song Youning punishively bit him on the chin: "I you so much that I couldn't get out of bed for three days and three nights." β
Chen Chuan reflexively covered his buttocks, looking frightened.
Song Youning smiled proudly: "Pack up your things, and I'll come to pick you up at night." β
"Huh?" Chen Chuan didn't understand.
Song Youning said: "I agree with you to continue to be an assistant, but I don't agree that you still live here." β
"And where do I live?" Chen Chuan asked,
"My home." Song and Ning Dao.
"Huh?" Chen Chuan tugged at the corners of his clothes and twisted them, "How embarrassing is this." "Living together so soon was beyond his imagination.
"There's a spot on your body that I haven't seen." Song Youning put it to his ear, "What's so embarrassing?" β
Chen Chuan's face was red, all the way to the base of his neck, and he pressed Song Youning's shoulders with both hands and pushed him out: "Quick, quick, quick, you go to work, if you don't leave, you'll be late." β
Chen Chuan rested at home for a day, although the cold came and went quickly, but after the devastation of last night and night, his back hurt and his buttocks hurt even more, and he had to walk on both legs. For living with Song and Ning, he is looking forward to and fearing, if he does this every day in the future, he will not die very miserably. In order not to let himself think too much, Chen Chuan buried himself in cleaning Lu Yuanyuan's house from the inside out.
However, when he arrived, he didn't see Lu Yuanyuan, he wanted to make a call, but he didn't know what to say, so he posted a note on the refrigerator to tell him that he had moved away and would come back tomorrow to continue working. He also told him that he had made two dishes by himself and put them in the refrigerator so that he could come back and remember to eat.
As soon as he put the note on the refrigerator, Song Youning's phone arrived. Chen Chuan carried a large bag to catch the elevator, and as soon as he entered the elevator door, his steps were abrupt. WTF who can sue him, why are there so many stars in the whole building, and Han Jingyun is bumped into by him every time.
"Coincidentally, Brother Han." Chen Chuan pulled out a big smile, who knew that Han Jingyun didn't even look at him.
Instead, Xiao Qiu greeted him: "Chen Chuan, where are you going?" β
"Move." Chen Chuan said honestly.
"When did you move here, I don't know." Xiao Qiu asked.
Chen Chuan touched his nose: "The day before yesterday." β
Xiaoqiu: ......
Chen Chuan, who moved twice in two days, was about to be tossed to death. With one on his back and two in his hand, he never knew he had so many things. The number of the elevator quickly changed from "8" to "1", Chen Chuan moved to the elevator door, ready to rush out as soon as the door opened, although Han Jingyun ignored him, Chen Chuan's scalp was numb in embarrassment.
Just when the elevator door opened and Chen Chuan stepped out with one foot, his other foot paused stiffly, WTF who could tell him, why didn't this guy wait in the car properly, but ran to the elevator door. Chen Chuan didn't say a word, jumped out of the elevator, and raised two big bags to block Song Youning's face.
"What are you doing?" Song Youning snatched his bag and held it in his hand.
"No, nothing." Chen Chuan looked back and saw that the elevator door had been closed, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "I just miss you so much, I want to hug you." β
Song Youning had already seen Han Jingyun in the elevator, so he naturally knew what Chen Chuan's idea was, but he was happy to listen to Chen Chuan's serious nonsense: "If you want to hug it, go back and let you hug it." β
However, Han Jingyun, who was separated by an elevator door, could hear their conversation clearly, and he leaned against the elevator wall with a lost face, so that the elevator went all the way back to the default floor.
"Brother Han, don't be too upset." As an assistant, Xiao Qiu doesn't know about Han Jingyun and Song Youning's private affairs, but she also knows everything, but even she didn't expect the big boss to get involved with a small assistant, she has been an assistant for so many years, and she has seen too many points and combinations in the entertainment industry, but she doesn't know how to comfort Han Jingyun, "Or, let's go back, you have a good rest, it's tiring enough to catch up with the progress these days." β
"Nope." Han Jingyun stood against the wall, his eyes were grim, "You call Wu Kaiwen and say that I have something to talk to him." β
Song and Ning's house is near Sanyuan Bridge and is an upscale community. From the outside, it looked unremarkable, but when he opened the door and went in, Chen Chuan's mouth never closed.
"Wow!" Chen Chuan let out a sigh, "Your living room is too big." Song Youning's house is more than 200 square meters, and this living room occupies at least half of the area, "You live alone in such a big way, isn't it too empty?" β
"Isn't there one more of you now?" Song and Ning said, "With you, I don't feel empty." β
The decoration of Song and Ning's house is simple and tidy, but every detail has a trench atmosphere, such as a row of bookcases on the wall on the right hand, and the books fill every grid, Chen Chuan went up to look at it, and found that his collection is really extensive, from astronomy to geography, from Latin to Arabic, there is everything, Chen Chuan sighed again: "You have so many books, have you finished reading them?" β
"Actually, I haven't read any of it." Song Youning walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of water, "These books are my brother's collection." β
"You have a brother?" This was the first time Chen Chuan had heard him mention his brother, he nodded, and said in a tone of adoration, "Your brother has such good taste." β
"He likes to pretend when he's fine." Song Youning was reluctant to continue the conversation on this topic, "Go and pack up your things, there is the cloakroom over there, hang your clothes in it." β
"Oh." Chen Chuan obediently went to tidy up his clothes, but he was stunned again, this cloakroom was simply bigger than the living room of Lu Yuanyuan's house, and the wardrobe was full of all kinds of customized suits, coats and shirts, he looked at his own, and felt that once his clothes were hung up, it was simply an insult here. He and Song and Ning are fundamentally two dimensions, no wonder some people will hate the rich, and whoever sees him will be unbalanced.
Chen Chuan threw away his clothes with an "ah", turned around and ran out, he jumped onto the sofa with a "bang", pushed Song Youning who was sitting there, and straddled him: "Why, why are you so rich?" β
Song Youning raised his hand and touched his head: "I also want to know this question." β
"Ahh......h β
"There are some things that can't be measured in money." Song Youning hugged him back, "For example, love." β
Chen Chuan broke away from his hand and sat up: "You have money, of course you think so." I'm a stinky ** silk, with poor taste and no connotation, compared to you, it's just the difference between cloud and mud, and you will dislike me one day. β
"No, it won't." Song Youning stood up, "If I dislike you, I won't be with you." β
Chen Chuan lowered his head and rubbed his tears on Song Youning's clothes: "People's hearts will change, who knows what will happen in the future." But......" he pressed his face to Song Youning's chest, "even if you get tired of me one day, I won't blame you." He closed his eyes, "I'll do my best to improve myself and then come back and chase you until I catch up with you." β
Song Youning didn't speak, he propped up the sofa with one hand, lifted Chen Chuan's chin with the other, and kissed it gently, not eagerly attacking the city as before, but sipping little by little like tasting the most mellow wine in the world.
"When I was a child, my dad was in debt for gambling. The house was also sold, so I had to go back and huddle with my grandparents, which was not as big as your cloakroom. There was a musty smell all year round, and when it rained, water seeped through the cracks in the walls, and my bed was wet all the time of June. Chen Chuan's head rested in the crook of Song and Ning's arms, and the two of them squeezed on the sofa and talked, "Other children are looking forward to the New Year, but what I am most afraid of is the New Year. My dad instigated that he and my mom didn't even dare to go home, so they threw everything to my grandfather. β
Chen Chuan's voice gradually choked: "My grandfather has been my dad all his life, he has cancer and hides it from everyone, he is reluctant to take medicine, and when he hurts, he finds a needle to prick his Hegu acupoint." When he finally left, he pricked the tiger's mouth on both hands. But why doesn't my dad have a long memory, how can he be worthy of my grandfather. Chen Chuan poured all his troubles into Song Youning.
Song Youning thought of Chen Chuan's father, and there was a shrewdness and greed in his eyes, and there was no resemblance to Chen Chuan: "It seems that your personality is the most like your grandfather." β
"Since I was a child, I have told myself that I must not be like my father in the future, and only by becoming a person like my grandfather can I carry a piece of the sky." Chen Chuan's eyes were bright, "So I'm a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed, no matter what kind of setbacks, I'm not afraid." β
"I believe in you." Song Youning tightened his arms, "It's just that no matter what happens in the future, don't joke with your life anymore." β
He didn't say this, Chen Chuan almost forgot that he had touched the porcelain, he scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassed: "If I don't touch porcelain, I won't meet you, I can meet you twice, it's too fateful, is this destined in the previous life." β
"Hmm." Song Youning smiled, "Like you said, we must have stepped on the same piece of orangutan feces in our previous lives. β