I entered the wrong room on my wedding night and was doted on by the sinister CEO.

In fact, the problems Li Qi and Song Liyue encountered were really simple problems for Yu Moyuan and Song Qingya.

Although the Yu Group is now considered in decline in City A, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. The Yu Group still controls half of the economic lifeline of City A. Furthermore, the Yu Group is the Yu Group, and Yu Moyuan is Yu Moyuan.

The decline of the Yu Group does not mean the decline of Yu Moyuan. After all, anyone with a bit of status knows that Yu Moyuan was able to dominate City A not because he was the president of the Yu Group at the time. Before, Yu Moyuan’s power was in the shadows and could not be said, but now OX has completely transformed into a legal and compliant military. In the factory, Yu Moyuan's power and position have grown even more.

Therefore, as long as Yu Moyuan says a word, there are many big bosses in City A who will personally go to the TV station for Yu Moyuan to teach the little station manager what to do.

Song Qingya is even worse. If he wants to come forward for Song Liyue, he doesn't even need to do anything to the TV station in City A, because if the TV station wants to continue to produce programs related to antiques and cultural relics, it must not offend the Song family.

The Song family has more than just one Qianqiu Museum.

As long as the Song family speaks out, no one will dare to borrow any cultural relics even if the TV station director begs to go to the National Museum.

In fact, Song Liyue also understands this truth. She knows that everyone in the family is extremely powerful. As long as she talks to her family members, there is nothing that cannot be solved.

But...can she ask for help?

If you ask for help, should you ask for help from the eldest and second brothers, or A Yuan?

at night.

Song Liyue took a shower early and lay on the bed, using the light of the bedside table to read the planning book that Li Qi had brought this morning.

After Yu Moyuan finished taking a bath, he came out wearing pajamas and lay down next to Song Liyue.

Song Liyue leaned into Yu Moyuan's arms naturally.

Yu Moyuan also wrapped his arms around Song Liyue's waist, adjusting his position so that her head could rest on his shoulder.

"Is the third season recording going to start?" Yu Moyuan asked gently.

Song Liyue paused while flipping through the documents and replied softly: "We encountered a little problem."

problem? Yu Moyuan lowered his head and rubbed Song Liyue's head with his chin, "Tell me about it? See if there is anything I can do to help you, eh?"

Song Liyue pursed her lips and hesitated.

Yu Moyuan raised his eyebrows, "Is it inconvenient?"

"No..." Song Liyue put down the planning book and looked at Yu Moyuan with some embarrassment, "Actually, I can't solve this matter without asking you for help, but I'm a little reluctant to say this."

Even when facing her brother and fiancé, Song Liyue felt that asking for help was very stressful.

Looking at Song Liyue's trembling eyelashes, Yu Moyuan can probably understand Song Liyue's psychological journey. Although she looks reserved and even a little weak, she is actually very strong inside.

She has known the Song family for two and a half years, but she has not touched the money in the black card given by Song Minghui in these two and a half years. It is not because of birth, but because of her experience since childhood.

For the first 22 years, she had no one to rely on. When she encountered difficulties, she could only grit her teeth and hold on. As she held on, she felt that she had to do her own thing and solve her own problems. She still didn’t quite understand that sometimes she had to deal with her relatives and friends. Trouble with each other can actually enhance the relationship.

Just like the three brothers Yu Moyuan and Yuan Su Qin Shi'an, they are not real brothers, but because they trouble each other and help each other, their relationship is better and more trustworthy than that of real brothers.

Comparing Song Qingya and Song Junye again, Song Qingya often helped to clean up the troubles Song Junye caused. Song Qingya was busy falling in love with Xu Yinqiu recently, and she would also force Song Junye to share the workload at work.

Yu Moyuan touched Song Liyue's head, "What's the reason why you don't want to say this?"

"I'm afraid of troublesome you..."

Yu Moyuan asked again: "Is this difficult? If my brother or I want to help you, will it take us a lot of time?"

"That's not necessary. For you, maybe a few words can solve the problem?"

"In that case, why do you think this matter is troublesome? Do you think you are not worth even a few minutes in our hearts?"

"Of course not." Song Liyue gently pushed Yu Moyuan, "Don't change the concept secretly!"

Yu Moyuan took Song Liyue's hand and squeezed it gently, "I'm not secretly changing the concept, I just want to tell you that if you don't talk to us immediately about the problems you encounter, you are hurting our hearts."

sad? Song Liyue didn't understand.

Yu Moyuan organized his words, and then said: "Let me use a metaphor like this. If one day I have an accident and my life is hanging by a thread, and I need a blood transfusion to save me, but your blood type is the only one in the world that matches mine. Will you save me?" "

"Of course!" Song Liyue didn't even have to think about this question.

"Even if it requires a lot of blood? So much that your life may be in danger?"

"Then we have to save him!" After Song Liyue answered, she pursed her lips with some dissatisfaction, "Don't make such assumptions, it sounds very uncomfortable..."

Song Liyue didn't want Yu Moyuan to be in any danger, even if she did.

Yu Moyuan had a smile in his eyes. Even though he knew Song Liyue's answer, Yu Moyuan was still sweetened when he heard that Song Liyue took him so seriously.

However, in order to forget about business, Yu Moyuan hooked Song Liyue's chin and asked Song Liyue to look at him.

Yu Moyuan said: "But I don't want your blood."

Song Liyue was stunned, "Why? Didn't you say that my blood type is the only one in the world that matches yours?"

"Well, even if you are the only one who can save me, I won't do it because I would rather die than owe you a favor."

Song Liyue's expression froze, and her heart suddenly felt like being pricked by an embroidery needle. The sting was severe.

Her A Yuan, her fiancé, would rather die than owe her a favor?

Yu Moyuan wanted to touch Song Liyue's face.

Song Liyue subconsciously avoided it, her eyes were a little blank, and she looked at Yu Moyuan with a strange look.

Yu Moyuan paused for a moment, feeling a little distressed, but he still cruelly continued to ask: "Does it hurt?"

"pain……"

Yu Moyuan added: "During dinner, the soup was too full and I burned my hand. You helped me catch it on a tray. But if I would rather get burned than refuse when you come to help me tonight, what would you think?"

Song Liyue opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She didn't know what to think. She couldn't understand why Yu Moyuan refused her help.

After being silent for a while, Song Liyue endured a sore nose and looked into Yu Moyuan's eyes, "Why? Why don't you want my blood or my help?"

Yu Moyuan then touched Song Liyue's cold face and said, "Yes, why? I also want to ask you why you are still unwilling to ask for help when you encounter a problem?"

Yu Moyuan's rhetorical question left Song Liyue in a daze.

She stayed for half a minute before slowly remembering that Yu Moyuan's two questions were metaphors.

Yu Moyuan hugged Song Liyue tightly, rubbed her back soothingly, and then said softly: "When you encounter difficulties, you would rather embarrass yourself than talk to us. Then your eldest and second brothers are probably in the same mood as you. It’s almost the same now. We will also be filled with questions, wondering why you are unwilling to speak, wondering whether you still regard yourself as an outsider, and wondering whether the relationship between us is not deep enough, so we will be sad, very sad and very sad. sad."

A tear dropped down Song Liyue's cheek and dripped onto Yu Moyuan's arm.

Yu Moyuan froze, and instantly felt distressed and regretted that he had hit Bi Fang so hard just now.

Yu Moyuan wanted to apologize, but before he could speak, Song Liyue hugged him tightly.