Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

As Shu Changyu finished speaking, Song Yan no longer cared about the cup. He let go of Shu Changyu's collar, frowned, and fell into deep thought.

Erlin was just an ordinary student and had no grudges against anyone. How could someone be so deliberate in preventing him from taking the exam?

"Have you found out who ordered this?" He looked up at Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu raised his hand to straighten his collar, then sat down and replied slowly: "Those thugs don't know who is behind this."

He reached out and picked up the teapot on the table, slowly pouring the clear tea into the teacup.

Then he picked up the teacup, bent down and blew on it. The hot steam rose up and blurred his face.

Shu Changyu continued, "According to what they said, on the 20th of last month, a little beggar came to them with fifty taels of silver."

"I described Erlin's appearance and told them to wait outside the South Alley at 5:00 a.m. the next day. I also told them to stop him if they saw him and not let him leave."

"After the task is completed, I will give you another fifty taels of silver as a reward."

Shu Changyu said this and handed the teacup to Song Yan.

Song Yan took the teacup, but did not drink it. She just held it tightly in her hand.

He was puzzled.

Who is the person behind this? Why is he targeting Erlin?

"Shu Changyu, can you find that little beggar?"

Shu Changyu said meaningfully: "If he is still alive."

"You mean someone might do something bad to the little beggar?" Song Yan was shocked.

Shu Changyu nodded slightly: "It is possible. Since the people behind the scenes act so cautiously, they must have considered that the little beggar might expose their identities."

After those hooligans were arrested, the other party must have become alert.

Maybe the little beggar has been killed.

If it were him, there would definitely not be any hidden dangers left.

Song Yan felt sorry for the little beggar, but was also angry at the insidiousness and cunning of the mastermind behind the scenes.

He gripped the teacup tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.

"If something unexpected happens to the little beggar, it will be even more difficult to find the person behind it."

A dark light flashed across Shu Changyu's eyes.

"No hurry." He said with a smile on his lips.

When Song Yan saw his look, she knew that he must have something in mind.

"Okay then, if you are free, please help me find the whereabouts of the little beggar. I'll go back first." Song Yan put down the teacup and said.

"Where are you going?" Shu Changyu reached out and grabbed Song Yan's wrist, pulling hard, and Song Yan lost her balance and fell into Shu Changyu's arms.

He hugged Song Yan and whispered in his ear: "Yan Yan, it's getting dark, we should go to bed."

Song Yan thought of the beauty of last night, and his face instantly turned red. He stammered as soon as he opened his mouth: "Wait, wait, I'm going to Erlin..."

"I have asked the servants to tell Erlin that you will stay with me tonight." Shu Changyu raised his phoenix eyes slightly, like a bewitching evildoer, and even the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows made him look even more enchanting.

When Song Yan encountered Shu Changyu's charming appearance, she was a little dazed for a moment.

He stared at Shu Changyu in a daze, and his heart beat faster.

At this time, Shu Changyu lowered his head and kissed Song Yan's earlobe gently and affectionately.

Song Yan trembled slightly, feeling as if she was trapped in a soft cloud.

He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but lost his strength in this tenderness.

Shu Changyu's kiss gradually spread from the earlobe to the neck, leaving a series of hot marks.

Song Yan's reason was struggling on the edge of desire. He gently pushed Shu Changyu and said in a trembling voice: "I haven't washed up yet."

Shu Changyu's lips rested on his, and vague words came out from between their lips and teeth: "I don't mind."

After saying that, Shu Changyu deepened the kiss again.

Where is your mysophobia? Song Yan secretly complained in her heart.

Soon, Song Yan was dizzy from his kiss, and the last bit of her rationality gradually disappeared.

The night becomes darker and darker.

The room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, the two people's breathing intertwined, and the heartbeats were particularly clear in the silence.

The flickering candlelight, the interweaving of light and shadow, illuminated their intoxicated faces.

At this moment, the night outside the window was as dark as ink, with the occasional chirping of insects adding a bit of tranquility.

The morning light is dim and the sun is rising.

When Song Yan woke up, what came into her sight was Shu Changyu's beautiful sleeping face.

He stretched out his fingers and traced Shu Changyu's outline: the high nose bridge, the slightly upturned eyes, and the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows. Every detail made his heart beat faster.

After a while, there was no sign of Shu Changyu waking up.

He approached Shu Changyu cautiously and gave him a feather-light kiss on his lips.

When he was about to leave, he was suddenly held on the back of his head, and a hot breath instantly surrounded Song Yan.

As the kiss deepened, Shu Changyu suddenly turned over and pressed Song Yan under him, his eyes filled with laziness from just waking up, and lingering lust.

"Get up quickly, we have important things to do." Song Yan patted his shoulder.

Shu Changyu seemed not to hear. His fingers gently stroked Song Yan's cheek, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Yan Yan, I want you."

Song Yan's breathing stagnated slightly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes: "Shu Changyu, don't... not now."

Thinking back to Shu Changyu's size, Song Yan couldn't help but raise his hands and cover his eyes. If he really did that, he couldn't imagine what a brutal and inhumane scene it would be.

"I'm not ready yet."

Shu Changyu frowned slightly, but the lust in his eyes did not dissipate: "Yanyan, I feel uncomfortable now."

"Didn't I just help you last night..." Song Yan was embarrassed to continue.

Shu Changyu's voice became increasingly hoarse: "Who told you to tease me so early in the morning?"

"Don't you know that men are prone to impulsiveness in the morning? Yanyan, you can't just flirt with her and then ignore her." As he said that, he pulled Song Yan's hand.

……

It was already noon afterward.

Song Yan felt sore all over that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands.

"I'm starving." He leaned weakly on the bed, looking at Shu Changyu eagerly.

Shu Changyu chuckled, stood up, tidied his clothes, and then told the servants to prepare meals.

"Wash first." Shu Changyu personally fetched hot water and slowly wiped Song Yan's face and hands.

Song Yan just laid there with a calm look on his face, letting Shu Changyu play with him.

After washing up, the food was served quickly.

Song Yan looked at the table full of delicious food and her stomach growled.

Shu Changyu picked up a piece of fish and put it to Song Yan's mouth.

"Here, try this."

Song Yan opened her mouth and took a bite. The fish meat was tender and juicy and tasted great.

He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and began to eat with relish.

After finishing her meal, Song Yan leaned back in her chair. It felt so good to be served.

Especially when the person serving him was Shu Changyu, he felt doubly satisfied.

He remembered that he used to treat Shu Changyu as his girl and served her attentively. Today it was finally Shu Changyu's turn to serve him.