47 Little Wood: The sky is falling!
◎Can't you see what I'm pursuing?◎
When Song Qiu came out of the shower and changed into home clothes, he found that Lu Yancheng was no longer in the bedroom. He didn't take a long time to shower, and it only took him twenty minutes at most to change clothes. Usually, Lu Yancheng would wait for him to come out, but today he was so strange.
Because he knew that Lu Yancheng was a liar, he was now extremely sensitive to many things. He dared not let go of any clues, for fear that he would be tricked again if he didn't pay enough attention.
But... today there is nothing.
Dinner was normal, except that Lu Wanqing and Gu Qisheng were there more than usual. Everyone was chatting and laughing, and there was nothing unusual. After dinner, Lu Yang was nervous and said something about working hard, and he found a one-on-one tutor from somewhere and studied hard.
Lu Wanqing wanted to go to a nightclub, and Gu Qisheng had a gloomy face and didn't dare to stop her, and insisted on following her.
In the end, there were actually only two people left at home, and even Aunt Zhang cleaned up everything and went to rest.
"Baby, tomorrow is the beginning of the month, there will be a shareholders' meeting, do you want to go and see the excitement?"
After waiting all night, Song Qiu finally waited until Lu Yancheng said something different when he turned off the lights and went to sleep. He immediately perked up, "It's not appropriate for me to go, right? I'm not a shareholder."
He usually stayed in the president's office when he went to the company. He never followed Lu Yancheng to meetings and never even looked at the documents on the table. Those business secrets were not something he should be exposed to.
"You are not a shareholder, but my partner. When we go abroad to get the marriage certificate, you will be my legal heir, and the marital property will also be shared. You also own half of my company shares. How is it inappropriate to attend the shareholders' meeting?"
Song Qiu's eyes, which had been rolling around just now, stopped moving and his whole body froze.
He could hear each word clearly, but when they were put together, he couldn't understand anything.
What does it mean to get a certificate? What does it mean to be an heir to an estate? And to share the shares?!
Even if pie falls from the sky, it won't be this big. Song Qiu was stunned for a long time before he found his voice. He turned over with great effort to face the man holding him, "Lu Yancheng, do you know what you are saying?"
The value of gold mentioned by others is just an adjective, but what he said is really valuable, which means it literally.
"Is there something wrong with my description?" Lu Yancheng still spoke in a calm tone, not making any promises or anything, but simply stating the facts, "You are my partner, and you can have everything of mine, including me."
"You..." Song Qiu pushed him in a panic, stepped out of his arms and tried to turn on the bedside lamp, but stopped halfway through, keeping the two of them unable to see each other in the dark. "Even if it's just pretending... there's no need to make it so real. Just fool others. If you make it so real, you won't be able to end it later."
"I never said I was pretending."
This one sentence put an end to all of Song Qiu's rejections that he had not yet been able to utter.
"No, that's not the case. We were clearly talking about pretending before."
Lu Yancheng did not answer this question, but moved closer in the dark, their breaths intertwined, and he asked him softly, "Why don't you dare turn on the light?"
"No...no." Song Qiu quickly retracted his hand that was about to turn on the light, "I didn't mean to turn on the light."
His hand, which had nowhere to go, was grabbed and held in his palm without resistance. The man who had been pretending to be honest in front of him suddenly became very strong, and even his tone was full of oppression. "Are you afraid to face me? Or have you guessed something a long time ago, but dare not admit it, and are unwilling to believe it?"
Song Qiu's breathing stagnated for a moment. He wanted to get away from him, but not only did he fail to escape, he was easily pinned down by him. The tall man was able to cover his entire body, and there was a familiar scent of another person everywhere, leaving him no way to retreat.
"My pursuit, do you dare to say that you really can't see it at all?"
Lu Yancheng completely broke the last layer of window paper between the two of them. Before, he had always wanted to boil Wood in warm water, but after reading the diary, he found out that Little Wood was always his Little Wood, and was very good at playing dumb.
Not to mention subtle pursuit, even if it's direct expressions of love countless times, I can pretend not to see it.
Although the two people's acquaintance was not pleasant and the ending was not good, what is important is the process. They have been in love, and he has never done anything to let Xiaomu down. Putting aside the plot, they should have been together happily.
There is no coercion, no disrespect or even insult; this is his confidence.
Thinking of the guilty conscience he had felt in the past when he thought he had robbed others, Lu Yancheng found it ridiculous. He even wanted to pretend to be a good person and make up for it, but it turned out that it was all because of his own excessive imagination, and he missed so many opportunities to pursue his goals honestly.
He figured it out, but Song Qiuren was dumbfounded.
What's going on? Is this some new trick?
A big CEO personally came out and used himself as bait to deceive me? Am I still worthy of this?
"Baby, why aren't you talking?"
"I think..." Song Qiu said with difficulty, "I need to download the anti-fraud app."
Lu Yancheng: “…”
Sure enough, there was nothing wrong with what was written in the diary. That's how Xiao Mu was. He wouldn't believe in direct expressions of love, and avoiding and escaping were his usual tactics.
So you can't boil the wood in warm water. You have to be straightforward and forceful, leaving the little wood nowhere to hide. The intermediate gift pack is indeed not comparable to the elementary one. The diary is simply a guide to pursuing wood.
I don’t know what period of myself I was in, but the writing was really good.
"Can you get up first?" Although he was propped up on top of him and not completely pinned down, he was still an adult who had experienced a whole night of wind and waves. Song Qiu couldn't ignore this posture. He tentatively reached out and pushed him, "I don't think this is right."
"What's wrong?" Lu Yancheng didn't move away, nor did he move closer, maintaining this ambiguous and somewhat polite but not too much distance. "The question hasn't been answered yet, so I can't get up."
Since I don't have to pretend to be a good person or honest, it will be easy to pursue him.
Lu Yancheng firmly believed that his little Mu Tou must have liked him in the past, and would definitely like the real him now, and there was no need for him to continue pretending.
However, Song Qiu's idea is...
No, why is the sky falling!!!
You lied to me before, but now you don’t even want to lie to me!
No matter how much he wanted to compete with others in wits and courage, no matter how prepared he was to face the routine, it was all useless now, because this was no longer a routine, it was almost like a strong man locking up a man!
"Baby, give me your answer." If he didn't answer, Lu Yancheng would not let him go. He asked again and again. If he was determined to pursue Xiao Mu, he had to focus on catching up with him.
"It's the shareholders' meeting... just... just go." Song Qiu was the most sensible person. Feeling that he would not give up, he immediately gave an answer and added a sarcastic remark, "It's not my company anyway. If you are held accountable, it's not me."
He was referring to Father Lu. Last time he brought an assistant into the company, he was questioned. This time, Father Lu would definitely not ignore it when he brought someone to attend the shareholders' meeting.
"I'll take care of my parents, don't worry."
Song Qiu: ???
Do you think I look worried? Only a fool would worry about you. Last time I was protecting you. I was just bored!
If it were any other time, he would have said these complaints to Lu Yancheng's face, but today this man was too abnormal, so he didn't dare to say a word and could only satisfy himself in his heart.
It is quite painful for a small piece of wood to be forced out of its comfort zone and lose all its strength and means.
However, this is not the most terrifying thing. The terrifying thing is that the man who forced him out of his comfort zone is not done yet and has no intention of letting him go.
"What about the other questions? Are you not answering them because you were guessed, or because you haven't figured out how to write them?"
"I……"
"It's okay. I'll wait for the day when you're willing to admit it."
Song Qiu only said one word. He really hadn't thought of how to make up a story. He never expected that she would stop asking and just lie back beside him and hug him. She gently kissed his forehead in the dark and said, "Go to sleep, good night, baby."
Just... weird.
Lu Yancheng was particularly strange today, but Song Qiu couldn't figure out why. It was as if he had suddenly become a different person, or... he seemed to no longer pretend in front of him.
People always fall in love with the same person over and over again.
The words he had read in the diary flashed through his mind. Song Qiu didn't know where the diary had gone, but he remembered these words clearly. Especially when they popped up at this time, he couldn't help but think about them more.
Who do you love?
The protagonist is a bottom? But now the protagonist has become a cat, and Lu Yancheng didn't take the initiative to get close to it once throughout the whole day.
He keeps loving me over and over again, even writing it down in a diary. What is he trying to do by being so unconventional?
Having a weird way of thinking has its advantages. Song Qiu thought about this matter for more than 20 minutes before going to bed, but he didn't think in any ridiculous direction, such as Lu Yancheng having a white moonlight, or Lu Yancheng actually has a lover who cannot be told.
Until the moment he fell asleep, all he could think about was how falling in love over and over again was really a bit abstract. How many times would one have to get married and divorced? Was this the Eight-Leaving Family?
Song Qiu slept soundly that night. After all, he was the kind of person who could calmly accept being transmigrated into a book. No matter what situation he faced, he could digest it quickly. It was just that he didn't feel well when he woke up early in the morning.
The abdominal muscles under his hands felt so amazing, and they were tight and well-proportioned. He couldn't help but pinch them secretly, and he didn't think about why the man who got up early every day was hugging him today.
The result was retribution the next second.
"Baby, you can't touch me like this for nothing, right?"
"Ah?" Song Qiu was confused.
"You don't accept my advances, and you don't want to answer my questions, but you touch me casually. Don't you need to pay me?"
It is definitely wrong to touch someone's abdominal muscles casually, but Song Qiu now has a more important question. He swallowed and prepared himself mentally before asking, "That is to say... the ones with a clear price tag are... you understand what I mean, right?"
The flirting method was called a duck. Lu Yancheng never thought that he would be so speechless so early in the morning.
"In principle, I want to pay you some money, but that would be too insulting to you and unworthy of your status, so..." Song Qiu took his hand back. He might not be able to handle other things, but he was a professional at talking nonsense and being abstract. He put his hands together in front of his abdominal muscles, "I'm sorry, abdominal muscles, I shouldn't have touched you, you suffered."
As for the owner of the abdominal muscles...
"Lu Yancheng, your abdominal muscles said that he forgave me, did you hear that? He is such a good...good abdominal muscle, good abdominal muscles, live a peaceful life."
After Song Qiu finished speaking, he jumped out of bed and went to wash up. When everyone entered the bathroom, Lu Yancheng still maintained the posture in which he apologized to his abdominal muscles. He felt so complicated that he couldn't speak.
If it weren't for the diary, he probably wouldn't have suspected that Xiaomu's mind and spirit were an attempt to escape.
【Author’s words】
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