He quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, leading her inside. As he closed the door, he hugged her tightly: "Didn't you say you couldn't come?"
Song Shengsheng hugged him back and smiled: "Surprise, are you happy?"
"Yeah. But tomorrow is Monday, you..."
"I'm on leave."
Song Shengsheng gently pushed him aside and peered into the room: "You're drawing the curtains and not turning on the lights. Isn't it dark? Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid."
"Why don't you turn on the light?" Song Shengsheng dragged the suitcase inside and turned on the light.
Jiang Yiyu followed her and asked quietly, "How many days can you stay with me?"
Song Shengsheng thought for a moment and asked, "How long do you want me to stay with you?" She paused and looked back at him.
Jiang Yiyu lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his lips. He smiled and scratched the top of his hair, looking a little embarrassed: "I wish I could have you stay with me all the time."
Song Shengsheng tilted her head and laughed along with him: "I asked for three days off."
"Well, that's enough for me to recharge." Jiang Yiyu reached out and held Song Shengsheng's wrist: "Have you eaten?"
"It's almost three in the morning, how could you not have eaten? But you, go wash up and go to bed."
"Okay." Jiang Yiyu held her hand and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips. Song Shengsheng pinched his palm in return: "How silly."
"Hold me again!"
"Yeah." Song Shengsheng opened her arms towards him. Jiang Yiyu stepped forward, bent down and hugged her. He buried his face in her neck, gently sniffing the scent of her body, and slowly closed his eyes. He felt that the place in his heart that belonged to her was being filled up little by little, and the fatigue of the day seemed to be no longer worth mentioning.
After washing up, Song Shengsheng lay on the bed, looking at her phone while waiting for Jiang Yiyu.
After more than half an hour, the bathroom door opened. Jiang Yiyu walked to the bed and sat down to charge his mobile phone. He lifted the quilt and threw himself into Song Shengsheng's arms.
Song Shengsheng put down the phone and touched his head.
After a long pause, she softly asked, "Brother Yi Yu, have you read all the posts online?"
"Yeah. I know."
"Don't care?"
Jiang Yiyu sneered twice, tilted his head slightly, revealing a pair of beautiful narrow peach blossom eyes. He looked at Song Shengsheng and said jokingly, "Why should I care about the news I released?"
Song Shengsheng's heart skipped a beat: "If Uncle Jiang knew, he..."
"Him? So what if he knows? Do you think I care?"
Song Shengsheng raised her hand to cover his eyes: "Why do you have to choose now to bring up the past? Doesn't it hurt?"
Jiang Yiyu took her hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it. "When I think of him being so angry because he's worried about his reputation, I don't feel any pain. And for me, this is a good thing. His unpopularity means my chances of taking over Jiang's are even better. My mother has made great contributions to the development of Jiang's company. I can't watch her hard work being handed over to my so-called cheap brother, born by Jiang Yuan's mistress. So I have to do something."
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