I'm confronting the scum with the tsundere boss

"Song Yan, open the door."

Wang Yi straightened his waist and stood at the door of Song Yan's room. He reached out and knocked on the door.

There was silence at the door.

"Song Yan, I know you're inside, open the door." Wang Yi lowered his eyes to cover the dark light in them, he clenched his hand in his trouser pocket into a fist, and knocked on the door with the other hand still curling his fingers.

"Song Yan, open the door." Wang Yi knocked on the door persistently. He stared at the motionless door with no expression on his face, but his body trembled slightly.

The phone vibrated, Wang Yi took out the phone expressionlessly, and glanced down at the caller ID: Ms. Zhao.

Wang Yi withdrew his hand from knocking on the door, took a deep breath, reached out and pressed the answer button.

"Wang Yi," Zhao Xin's voice sounded stiff and cold. She questioned, "Is this how you take care of Song Yan? You let him stay in the room by himself for two days. If something happens, what are you responsible for?"

"Ms. Zhao," Wang Yi said with a slight sneer on his face, but soon he returned to a deadpan expression, "I'm just Song Yan's manager, not his nanny."

"It seems that your wings have grown hard?" Zhao Xin didn't sound surprised by Wang Yi's attitude, she sneered: "You really think you can find out my palm? I asked you to be Song Yan's nanny. I think highly of you, you are only worthy of being Song Yan's dog."

"Don't dare to be a dog," Wang Yi chuckled. He crushed the red carpet on the ground with his feet, and his voice was full of sarcasm: "After all, in my opinion, how loyal is a dog? I don't deserve it."

"Ming people don't talk dark words, Song Yan is in a bad mood recently," Zhao Xin asked straight to the point, "Is it because of that gadget, or because of you?"

"In your opinion," Wang Yi simply leaned on the door, knocking on the door rhythmically with his fingers, his voice was very soft: "We still have this ability?"

Zhao Xin's voice paused for a while, then she sneered and said: It's best to be like this, you be honest with me, otherwise...the consequences are not something you can afford. "

"I have always been honest, not only listening to your son, but also listening to you. I am so afraid of death, I dare not provoke you." Wang Yi turned his head, looked at the closed door, and said sincerely, "After all, There are really not many perverts like you."

Zhao Xin choked.

After a while, she sneered: "I like you like this, and I have to hold back if I don't accept it."

Wang Yi suppressed his smile when he heard the words, his face was gloomy, the fingertips holding the phone turned white, and his whole body trembled again.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the pain woke him up instantly.

His mentality was more entangled than anyone else's. Beating Lin Ci to make him recognize his identity not only meant Song Yan, but he was also afraid that Lin Ci would pester Song Yan endlessly.

After all, in the past few years, he has watched Lin Ci's various behaviors with cold eyes, and watched the youth's various obsessions with Song Yan. He has always been worried that he did something wrong back then.

He has never seen through Lin Ci, but Lin Ci did not disappoint him.

Wang Yi squinted his eyes to look at the closed door, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

My heart is slightly relaxed.

As long as he did nothing wrong.

"Is there anything else you need?" Wang Yi stood up straight, his face returned to indifference again: "If there is nothing else, I will continue to knock on your son's door."

"Don't hang up in a hurry," Zhao Xin sat on the sofa, trampled on the puppy on the bottom of her feet, the puppy let out a hasty and shrill bark, which pleased her, and she giggled. He said: "This is really interesting. How do you feel when you personally gave the person on Qin Nuan's heart to my son as a gadget?"

Wang Yi was shocked silently, trying hard to swallow the fishy sweetness that suddenly rose in his throat.

The variety show Song Yan participated in was recommended by Wang Yi, and Song Yan met Lin Ci on campus where this variety show was filmed.

Wang Yi raised his eyelids, his eyes filled with coldness, and after a while, Wang Yi's calm voice rang out: "I am Song Yan's manager, and I only consider Song Yan when I do things, regardless of behavior or thought, other things , are not within the scope of my consideration.”

"This is the best," Zhao Xin's expression stretched, and his voice was full of joy: "Remember, if you don't accept it, you have to hold back. That's fine, with your ability, you can't knock on the door. I'll ask someone to call the hotel to open the door." Yes, you wait at the door."

"Understood." Wang Yi replied lightly.

"Go find out what made Song Yan unhappy," Zhao Xin's warning voice sounded again: "Who made my son unhappy for a while, and who I made unhappy forever, figure it out, call me back. "

"Understood." Wang Yi's heart dropped heavily, he slumped his shoulders, breathed a sigh of relief silently, he answered lightly and hung up the phone.

"Brother Wang, is Brother Song still unwilling to open the door?" Chen Jie walked over in high heels, followed by hotel staff in uniform.

"Well," Wang Yi glanced at Chen Jie lightly, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Did you tell Song Yan's mother?"

"Yes, Brother Song has been hiding in the room for two days. What if something happens to this?" Chen Jie nodded, she patted her chest with lingering fear, and said with a bitter face, "Which of us can afford it?"

"How did you tell Song Yan's mother?" Wang Yi cleared his throat in a concealed manner, "We must at least agree."

"What else can I say?" Chen Jie rolled her big eyes, she curled her lips: "I don't dare to talk nonsense, because I was afraid that Brother Song would take care of me, so I vaguely said a few words about work intensity. .”

In the past few days, she has reported to Song Yan's mother according to Song Yan's request. If she told the truth, it would not be a slap in the face of herself. At that time, not only Song Yan would punish her, but Song Yan's mother would also punish her.

"En." Wang Yi nodded, looked at the waiter behind Chen Jie, and said, "Please open the door for us."

"Sir," the waiter hesitated. He picked up the do-not-disturb sign hanging on the door with his hand, and asked hesitantly, "Are you sure you want me to open the door?"

"Hurry up and open the door," Chen Jie glared at the waiter coldly, and she scolded, "There's so much nonsense, if you don't open it again, whoever has an accident will be to blame."

"Okay." The waiter shrugged. He took out the card and swiped it at the sensor.

"drop".

The door opened.

"Thank you." Wang Yi thanked.

"You're welcome, call us again if you need something." The waiter turned and left after speaking.

Wang Yi blocked the door with his hands first, then he turned around and blocked Chen Jiedu behind him.

"Go back first," Wang Yi looked up at Chen Jie calmly, and said, "Let me chat with Song Yan first."

"Brother Wang, I'm afraid it won't work." Chen Jie took out her phone and shook it, and she said directly, "Aunt Song is asking me about Song Yan's situation. If I don't report it, everyone will have no way to explain it."

Since Chen Jie was discovered by Song Yan, after she had reported the other party's daily life for a long time, her heart was very open, and she could even use it to threaten Wang Yi at this moment.

Wang Yi was silent for a few seconds, he turned sideways to let Chen Jie in, and then he closed the door.

Chen Jie showed a smug smile, and stepped on her high heels and walked into the suite first.

Soon, her smile froze.

The entire suite was dimly lit, all the curtains were drawn tightly, and no sunlight came in.

The whole room smells of alcohol and tobacco.

Wang Yi coughed lightly, and he reached out to press the switch on the wall, and the whole living room suddenly lit up.

Cigarette butts all over the floor, wine bottles all over the floor, nowhere to hide.

Wang Yi narrowed his eyes, and he slightly bent down to look at Song Yan.

Song Yan was wearing a crumpled shirt, sitting directly on the ground, leaning against the sofa, his long legs were bent casually, his head was slightly raised, and he looked embarrassed and listless.

The sudden light in front of his eyes made Song Yan feel a little uncomfortable, he slowly covered his eyes with his hands.

"Brother Song, are you okay?" Chen Jie was taken aback, she covered her mouth, and said distressedly, "How much did you drink?"

"Get out." Song Yan's eyes suddenly shot at Chen Jie, and he said hoarsely: "Don't bother me."

Chen Jie had never seen Song Yan like this before, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were quenched with a threatening coldness, he looked at Chen Jie so directly, Chen Jie's whole body was slightly stiff, and she took a step back.

"Brother Song, I sent you a WeChat message and you didn't reply," Chen Jie stammered with chills in her heart, "I can't get through to the phone, so we are very worried."

Wang Yi looked at the mobile phone that Song Yan had thrown on the ground. He walked over, bent down to pick it up, and pressed it with his hand. It was out of power, so he charged the mobile phone.

"You saw it," Song Yan folded his long legs, he raised his chin, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "I'm not dead, report what should be reported, get out, don't make me look upset."

Chen Jie's face was stiff and her mouth was full of bitterness.

How does she report this?

Song Yan has something against her, if Song Yan is offended, she will not be able to bear it and walk around.

"Buzz..."

Chen Jie's cell phone rang at the right time. She glanced at it, breathed a sigh of relief, mustered up the courage to step forward, handed the cell phone to Song Yan, and said dryly, "Aunt Song's phone."

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and took a few glances at Chen Jie, then reached out to take the phone.I cherish one tuan one exchange.

"Yanyan, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Xin's extremely gentle voice came from the receiver: "Is there something on your mind?"

'I'm fine. Song Yan lowered his eyes, and he asked back: "What do you want from me?" "

"Yanyan, don't let mom not be able to contact you, okay?" Zhao Xin lowered her voice, and she coaxed with grievances: "I will be very worried about you. If you have anything, you can ask mom, and mom will help you solve it."

Song Yan suddenly got a little irritable, he scratched his hair vigorously, and growled in a low voice: "I'm not a newly weaned child, why do I need to find my mother for everything?"

Zhao Xin was taken aback, she paused, with a ferocious expression on her face, but her tone was extremely gentle: "Who made us Yanyan so unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy," Song Yan stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows. He hasn't slept for two days, and he doesn't want to deal with his mother at all right now. He suppressed his turbulent emotions: "I want to be alone, is that okay?"

Zhao Xin wanted to say something else, but Song Yan hung up the phone directly.

"Shut up." He threw the phone back to Chen Jie and said coldly, "Get out."

"Then Aunt Song...ask me," Chen Jie stood still, she said tremblingly: "I...how should I say it?"

Song Yan didn't speak, he raised his eyelids, took a deep look at Chen Jie, then touched a cigarette on the ground, bit the filter tip with his lips, lit it with his slender fingers, and took a sharp puff.

In the smoke, Song Yan's sharp features revealed a decadent handsomeness.

Chen Jie's heart skipped a beat, she subconsciously moved her eyes away, and said in a low voice, "I will tell Aunt Song that you have been under too much pressure from work recently."

"Well," Song Yan lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and said, "You go out first."

"Okay." Chen Jie agreed.

She quietly exited the room, closed the door, and the room fell into silence.

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