Chapter 38: thirty eight

Chapter Thirty Eight
So fascinating, Song Yi was funny and angry, "You treat me as a hotel!"
Although he said so, it was impossible to really ignore Gu Xingchuan. In Song Yi's kitchen, he boiled a pot of water and heated a bottle of milk, and handed it to Gu Xingchuan.
Gu Xingchuan refused to answer, half-squinting his eyes, "Feed it to me."
Song Yi saw that he was so drunk and didn't care about him. He turned out the straw from under the coffee table, inserted it into the mouth of the milk bottle, and handed it over.
Gu Xingchuan took the opportunity to leaned over, as if his strength was drained, all his weight was pressed on Song Yi, and he took a sip of milk, and said very hooliganly, "Your milk is delicious."
"Get off." Song Yi pushed his head away, stood up and said angrily, "Get up and take a bath, you are all smelling of alcohol."
The bathtub in Song Yi's house is quite large. During the renovation, he thought about bringing the omega back to flirt. He made a big bathtub with black marbles, which looked very good in texture.
The two grind for a while, the water in the bathtub is already warm, Song Yi carefully twists the flowers and raises the temperature of the water, for fear that Gu Xingchuan will fall ill.
The bathrobe he was still wearing, the spray of water from the shower, the warm and humid breath on his skin, it looked very watery, it looked particularly delicious, and it made people want to take a bite.
Gu Xingchuan leaned his arm against the door, staring at Song Yi's auricle. A drop of water rolled along his ear to the white greasy side of his neck. It was very clear under the bright and dazzling light of the bathroom. He looked at the drop of water for a long time. , His eyes are gloomy.
After Song Yi tested the water temperature, he opened the door to leave. Gu Xingchuan violently hugged his waist from behind, biting the pinna of his ears, and his voice was hoarse, "Help me take a bath, Song Yi."
Song Yi was taken aback and broke Gu Xingchuan's hand, but the strength of this oxen power was not enough. Song Yi vented his anger and patted Gu Xingchuan's arm a few times, "Don't mess around."
"This is not a mess." Gu Xingchuan picked him up and put him in the bathtub. The water spilled out and hit the tiled floor.
Song Yi turned around, struggling to get up from the bathtub. Because of the loose bathrobe, Gu Xingchuan didn’t give him any reaction time. He walked into the bathtub closely. He was tall and powerful, and he hugged him like a child from behind. Song Yi, he lowered his voice to Song Yi's ear and said, "This is the mess."
Song Yi regretted for the first time why he had to buy such a large bathtub, and why he had to install such a bright light in the bathroom. Every reaction under this kind of light could not escape Gu Xingchuan's detection. He could only hold back and suppress it.
This posture was too dangerous. Song Yi didn't dare to break free with too much effort. She gritted his teeth and said, "I shouldn't let you in."
"You only know now." Gu Xingchuan flicked his red ears lightly.
Song Yi froze, her hair wet, and her entire ears were ironed by Gu Xingchuan's breath. He tried his best to breathe smoothly, "I only know that drinking can make people corrupt."
Gu Xingchuan let out a low laugh, holding his hand and gently pinching his fingers, "It depends on who he is facing."
The omega body was sensitive during pregnancy. Song Yi smelled the slightly salty sweat on Gu Xingchuan's body. With the urge to vitalize, his body was sore and weak. His radar realized that the situation was not right, and the situation was beyond his control as it progressed. .
Song Yi crawled out of the bathtub with his hands and feet together, but Gu Xingchuan hugged him tightly. He rubbed a few times. They were all men. He obviously felt something wrong with the thing behind him. Song Yi took a deep breath and couldn't care about anything. Pushing Gu Xingchuan away, he didn't dare to look at it, and walked back to the bedroom calmly.
When Song Yi finished changing clothes and lying on her own bed, she felt a little secure by pulling the quilt embarrassingly. Gu Xingchuan was so provocative just now, he remembered what the female doctor said today.
His body is now like this, he really couldn't help but threw Gu Xingchuan down that day. By then, the relationship between the two of them won't be the same as it is now, and they have become veritable pao friends.
Song Yi didn't want this. Although he saw it openly, it would be too depraved for a relationship if there was only lust, and he would not fall there yet.
But is there any other way for Song Yi? Gu Xingchuan is pestering him and consuming him, and he can't get Gu Xingchuan away. Now he can only hope that Gu Xingchuan will be impatient. Keep your own small bottle cap well.
Song Yi thought about it for a long time. The past few days have been very tiring. He fell asleep in a daze. When he was half-dreaming and half-awake, the mattress sank heavily, and Gu Xingchuan went to his bed naked.
"What are you doing?" Song Yi couldn't look directly, pulling the quilt to wrap herself tightly, showing only one head.
Gu Xingchuan looked at him shrinking, yawned, and lay down beside him, "I am sleeping."
Song Yi frowned, "My mother is gone, the next room is empty, you go to sleep over there."
"I don't." Gu Xingchuan put one hand on his waist, wrapped him under the quilt, and declared confidently, "This is my bed."
When it comes to shamelessness, Song Yidou can't help him. He was about to turn over and pull away. Suddenly he felt that Gu Xingchuan's arms were cold and they were close to him. The body was all cold and whizzing, as if he had just taken out of the cold water "What did you do"
"Take a cold shower." Gu Xingchuan squeezed the soft flesh on his waist with carelessness and caress, "I'm about to make you suffocated."
Song Yi snorted and turned off the bedside lamp, "You deserve it."
Gu Xingchuan looked at the back of his head. In the dark space, his sense of smell was sharper. The sweet orange shower gel smell on Song Yi's body was like the best medicine. It made Gu Xingchuan heat all over and couldn't sleep at all.
Song Yi slept well, and the teacher called him the next morning to make him look more beautiful. See you at the "Mist in the Green" restaurant at noon.
The teacher sent the information of the matchmaker to Song Yi's mailbox. Song Yi held the notes on the dining table after eating, and then clicked and studied.
This tycoon is called Shen Mingguo. He is the fourth oldest in his family. He is known as Fourth Master Shen. He was very beautiful when he was young. He was a war correspondent in the counterattack against Vietnam, and he shed blood and tears for China’s country and made a lot of credit.
After the war, he caught up with the tide of the 1980s. Shen Mingguo was smart and versatile, and became the first batch of entrepreneurs in China. In recent years, his business has grown and he has gained a firm foothold in the imperial capital city. He can say a few words, and it has become a bridge of communication between the stage and the stage. Officials call this kind of intermediary, and privately they call it "white gloves."
Now that Shen Mingguo is getting older, he quit this, and opened a restaurant by himself, leaving all the family business to his grandson.
Song Yi touched her chin and looked at it. Although the old man looked beautiful on the surface, it was quite miserable. His only son and daughter-in-law died in a car accident many years ago, leaving only two grandchildren, one big and one young. The three grandparents are now dependent on each other.
It’s just a person like Shen Mingguo, who is so capable, why are they willing to recommend a training class for a young actor like Song Yi?
This was really a sledgehammer. Song Yi didn't understand it. He temporarily put aside his thoughts, changed into a sturdy suit, put hairspray on his hair, and went out with the cleaned pans.
Gu Xingchuan wanted to go back to the brokerage company, planted him for a while, let him get off in the Wuli Qingcha Building, saw the familiar antique sign, and said thoughtfully: "You see Siye Shen"
Song Yi nodded, feeling a little nervous. Such big people, especially the elderly, are not easy to contact.
Gu Xingchuan glanced at him, touched his chin, and whispered, "Call me if you have something to do, and I will pick you up right away."
He followed Gu Shaoyuan once. At that time, Gu Shaoyuan had just returned to China. Although he was in the lighthouse country, it was difficult to do business in China. Someone introduced Shen Siye as a matchmaking bridge and introduced various relationships.
Gu Xingchuan had a bad impression of that lonely old man. The circle was very complicated. If he could, he didn't want his people to associate with Shen Siye, but Song Yi was not the kind of person who was under the control of others.
Song Yi said softly, taking a deep breath, and strode into the teahouse.
Wuliqing is not open to the public. Shen Siye used to entertain friends. The retro Tang-style decoration is simple and elegant, and the fragrance floats. Luxurious palace lanterns are hung on both sides of the corridor, and the carpet is spread to the end.
Song Yi followed a woman with a graceful figure in a cheongsam to the outside of a room. The woman buttoned the door lightly, and said respectfully, "Four Lord, here comes the man."
"Come in!" The voice in the room was not angry.
The woman lowered her eyebrows and pushed open the door, not looking at anything that shouldn't be.
There is only a round mahogany wooden table with a set of tea show cups on it. Porcelain cups are arranged in a patchwork pattern. The wall is hung with ink and ink. An old man in a white Tang suit sits on the table with a serious face. There are wrinkles and gullies on his face, but his eyes are clear and shining, which is not easy to provoke.
There was a middle-aged man standing next to him, bent over and was pouring tea, listening to the sound and raising his head, he was startled to see Song Yi, he forgot to do the work in his hands, the tea overflowed the cup and the water flowed across the table.
Shen Siye patted the middle-aged man's arm to remind him, showing a triumphant smile, "Is it like?"
The middle-aged man nodded decisively, "Too much like it!"
Song Yi was confused, not knowing what dumb riddle the two were playing, and said hello politely.
Shen Siye smiled and looked at him up and down, with a satisfied look, and explained his doubts, "You have the style of my youth."
I used to look at the photos with a five-point image, but now I see at least an eight-point image.
Song Yi was flattered and climbed up the pole, "Four Lord, you are polite, you are so energetic now, you must be handsomer than me when you were young."
Shen Siye smiled even more and winked. The middle-aged man hurriedly poured a cup of tea to Song Yi. He kept looking at Song Yi and was surprised.
"The Fourth Master, it was really carved out with you. Neither Young Master nor Young Master resembles you!" The middle-aged man admired, looking at Song Yi's face like a rare treasure.
Shen Siye laughed and scolded: "Don't mention those two with me. The boss is a dude, and the second child is just a trash that can't get on the table. No one is like me!"