Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

The person who was caught had a little longer hair, and usually used a rubber band to tie it behind his head, but now it was hanging softly by his ears.

The black hair and fair skin are in stark contrast, like a boat with a black awning on the lake.

Loneliness, Qingyue.

Bookish all over the body, not aggressive at all.

This temperament alone has already thrown most of the dandies in the Beijing circle away by a few blocks.

The voice fell, but there was no response.

The only sound left in the villa was the intertwined breathing of two people.

One of them was in a hurry, panting slightly.

Song Yan rushed back to the north of Beijing non-stop as soon as he finished work tonight, and unexpectedly found that the villa was empty and not popular at all. As soon as he put down his luggage, he wanted to turn around and go out to find someone.

This will be held in the arms of the person who is looking for, with his hands resting on the bulging muscles, and his head is still a little dazed.

There was a big temperature difference in early spring, and Song Yan was only wearing a thin shirt. Because of his thinness, his waist was empty, and a gust of cold wind blew in at the door, and the chill went up his hem, making him shiver.

Only then did I have a real feeling.

Lin Litian really moved in!

"Why don't you talk? Are you really dumb?" Lin Litian quickly closed the door with his backhand in this posture, changed his shoes, and led the dull man into the house.

"I brought you a supper."

When Lin Litian took out the wonton he was carrying and placed it in front of Song Yan, he realized that he stared at the wonton in front of him, his eyelashes cast a small shadow on his lower eyelid, and recalled the smell lingering in his nostrils just now, "Did you go to Ehco?"

Ehco's room fragrance is unique, he can't smell it wrong.

He once went to Ehco with Lin Litian, but after He Jia joined their circle, he never went there again.

"Well, Yu Lin's team, go show your face." Lin Litian pushed the wonton in front of Song Yan, tilted his head to look at him, and motioned him to eat quickly, "I didn't drink, I know you don't like to smell it, I'm afraid you will kill me Get out."

The wonton was still warm, Song Yan buried his head in eating one, the tips of his ears turned red from the heat, "I won't drive you away."

The voice was so muffled in the bowl that it was almost inaudible.

Lin Litian stared at Song Yan's black hair, recalling the scene when Yuan Shen and Song Yan met.

Father Song and Yuan Shen's father are best friends. Because Song Yan was born prematurely, with congenital deficiencies, his heart has always been bad, and the private doctor hired by the Lin family happened to be an authority in this regard, so Song Yan was sent to the Lin family for foster care when he was two years old. , until the age of 12.

The friendship between the two was established during those ten years.

Since he was a child, he was originally a big devil among a group of naked buttocks. Song Yan was the opposite of him. He was handsome and fair, and he didn't like to talk. He couldn't do strenuous exercise because of his health, so the children didn't like to play with him. .

Over time, it becomes a boring gourd.

Three sticks can't beat a fart.

It was a person who felt suffocated just looking at it, so Yuan's sense of justice was overwhelming, and he arrogantly recruited Song Yan as his younger brother, saying that he would always cover him from now on.

He said he was a younger brother, but he was actually a follower. Wherever the original body went, Song Yan would follow him.

Those children could only reluctantly regard Song Yan as a part of their small group.

When playing games, the original body is the officer, and Song Yan is the adjutant; the original body is the general, and Song Yan is the military adviser; even if the original body is the eagle catching the eagle among the chickens, Song Yan must be the hen...

Uh……

Under this kind of half-torture and half-protective relationship, Song Yan and the original body stayed together day and night for ten years, and they didn't move out of the Lin family until they recovered completely.

"elder brother?"

The cautious call made Lin Litian withdraw from his memories in an instant, and his eyes refocused, "What's wrong?"

Song Yan held the small bowl with his fingers, pushed it in front of Lin Litian, raised his chin slightly, like a cat begging for a reward, "It's over."

The small bowl bottomed out, leaving not even a drop of soup.

"So hungry?" Lin Litian laughed, picked up the bowl and walked into the kitchen to wash it up. Song Yan followed behind him step by step, "Didn't you eat tonight?"

"Ah."

After packing up all the things, he took out a paper towel to dry off the water on his hands, turned his head, and found that Song Yan was still following eagerly, "Still hungry?"

The little mute usually talks too little, so if you want to know what he wants, you have to ask, even if you ask, sometimes you don't always answer.

It was Lin Litian who had the privilege to have Song Yan's answer to every question.

What to do, this seems to be a bit fun...

"Yeah!" Seeing that he understood what he meant, Song Yan's eyes lit up and shone brightly.

During the meeting in a neighboring city tonight, the late arrival of the partner caused the meeting to be delayed. In order to catch the plane, Song Yan didn't even have time to eat.

Lin Litian: "There's nothing to eat."

"There are still noodles." Song Yan stretched out her plain and powdery fingertips, pointing to the cabinet next to the refrigerator.

The eyes are brighter.

Lin Litian suddenly wanted to play tricks on him, so he leaned against the kitchen counter, folded his arms and looked at him, "Are you ordering me?"

He looks dignified and exquisite, his eyes are light brown, and when he looks down at people with his head slightly raised, he always makes people feel ashamed and subdued.

Even if they have known each other for several years, Song Yan will still be shocked by this appearance, and his outstretched fingers will be retracted suddenly, and his thumb and index finger will be rubbed vigorously, "No..."

I have no confidence at all.

It's only the first day that Brother Lin has lived in, and he has already brought him a midnight snack, and he even asked Brother Lin to cook noodles...

It's a bit overkill.

Song Yan turned back into a little mute who didn't speak.

Eh!Too funny!

Lin Litian straightened up, immediately returned to his approachable expression, and explained seriously: "You can't eat too much at night, you will easily suffer from insomnia, your heart is not good, if you can't sleep, your heart will feel uncomfortable tomorrow."

Song Yan was stunned for a second before nodding, "Oh...then I won't eat."

Why is this little bamboo horse...so obedient...so obedient and so flirtatious...

Lin Litian thought it was funny, pushed his bangs hanging on his forehead behind his ears, and pushed him out against his shoulder, "Go take a bath first, I'll warm you a cup of milk, you won't be hungry after drinking it."

The porcelain-like skin was rubbed with a fingertip, and a small patch of red immediately appeared. Song Yan was dizzy by the opponent's movements, and his heart stopped for a moment when he was hit by a blunt instrument. I don't know where to put it, so I can only follow the instructions and go out.

The pose is funny and cute.

Before the milk was ready, the person who was pushed out grabbed the door and poked his head out again, his face was still red, but at least he could regain control of his heartbeat.

Lin Litian was helpless and asked him what happened.

"Brother... where do you sleep?" Song Yan asked.

Song Yan wasn't there when Lin Litian moved in, so naturally he didn't know which room he chose.

"Live in the room opposite you."

Since it is necessary to attack, it must be close to the water.

The same roof is not close enough.

Song Yan got the answer and went to take a bath in a good mood.

Feeling really good, Lin Litian listened to his footsteps gradually going away.

These footsteps can play music.

Infected, Lin Litian was also in a good mood.

But at this time, the system is going to be a monster again, and it starts to show its presence.

[You are flirting so fiercely now, be careful when the time comes, things will turn against each other. 】

Lin Litian nonchalantly stirred the milk that had started to bubble in front of him, "How do you say it?"

【You slowly understand. 】

The system only mentions this one sentence, and refuses to reveal any more, Lin Litian sneered.

Are other systems as cheap?

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Litian left the villa to go for a morning jog. Not only did he have this habit, but he also had it.

When he came back, he found that a few more people had come to the villa out of thin air, and Song Yan was sitting on the sofa, surrounded by several subordinates in suits and leather shoes.

The unlocking sound of the combination lock attracted everyone to turn around.

The people who stood in the entrance and were watched by several eyes raised their eyebrows. Song Yan stood up immediately, and the tablet placed on his knees almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he quickly fished it back, "Brother, are you going out?"

"Yeah." Lin Litian went to the dining table and poured himself a glass of water, filled most of it, "Go for a morning run."

The subordinates sitting around saw that their boss had stood up, so they didn't dare to sit like this. They all stood up, looking at each other secretly.

"You are busy, leave me alone." Lin Litian put the water glass back to its original position and waved his hand.

Then he remembered something and asked again, "Did you have breakfast?"

Naturally, the subordinates knew that it was impossible to ask themselves this question, so they all turned their attention to their boss.

In front of Lin Litian, Song Yan always looked like a little follower without his own independent consciousness. He shook his head and said honestly: "Not yet."

"What to eat?"

"Eat noodle."

Lin Litian almost burst out laughing when he got the answer.

This meal must have been on my mind all night.

But he didn't expose it, he still had to save Mr. Song some face in front of his subordinates, so he nodded and agreed, then turned and walked into the kitchen, "Okay."

Secretary Huang, who was closest to Song Yan, dropped his jaw in shock. If he wasn't afraid of being rude, he would have taken off his glasses and wiped them to see if he was hallucinating.

My God! ! !Mr. Song, who usually stays away from strangers, is swollen!

When this person came in, not only did President Xiao Song take the initiative to say hello, but he also asked and answered!

Is Mr. Xiao Song being caught? !

Secretary Huang's face was full of horror, and his jaw couldn't close as if it had been dislocated.

When Song Yan turned around, he happened to meet such a hideous and rugged face, frowned slightly, and asked what was going on with his eyes.

After receiving the boss's question, Secretary Huang adjusted his expression, laughed dryly, and lowered his head again.

That's right!

If you have something to say, you can only convey it with your expression, and your mouth is just a decoration. This is Mr. Song!

A group of people sat back to their original positions and resumed their work rhythm just now.

"Mr. Song, the bidding filing for Chengnan Science and Technology Innovation Park has been completed, and the Zhou Group's bidding letter has also been sent to the marketing department. Zhou will hold a reception before the bidding meeting. Do you think our company will send someone there? ?” Secretary Huang resumed her work mode and asked sternly.

Zhou's project of Kechuang Park was originally going to be contracted to a subsidiary company, and the bidding meeting was actually just a formality. Song Yan had previously ordered the marketing department not to write too brilliantly in the bidding letter, so as to support the bidding meeting, You can't steal the limelight from the host's family.

It can also be regarded as a favor.

That being the case, the reception has become an entertainment that can be attended or not.

Song Yan's personality is not warm at all, and this kind of entertainment is usually pushed as soon as he can.

Or let the men go.

Secretary Huang didn't wait for the expected answer, and only heard Song Yan ask abruptly: "The second master of the Zhou family has returned to China?"

After the noodles were cooked, Lin Litian fried an egg for Song Yan and put it on top, and then took it out. There were continuous conversations in the living room.

Lin Litian looked towards the living room. Song Yan, who was leaning on the sofa, was expressionless. He was wearing a pair of rimless glasses, looking even more gentle and gentle. His slender neck was hanging slightly. The hair that has been tied is plated with a border.

The golden pen tapped the wooden armrest of the sofa repeatedly, and when he spoke occasionally, he spat out monosyllables like gold.

An unattainable butterfly with elegant wings.

And the well-behaved appearance in front of him is like two people.

Song Yan didn't notice that Lin Litian was looking at him, and he was focused on his work.

Lin Litian thought, it's better to go up to take a shower and then come down to have breakfast with Song Yan.

Half an hour later, Lin Litian returned to the living room. People from Song Yan's company were walking out, but Song Yan didn't see him off, and sat in the original position in a daze.

He stared blankly at the floor, not knowing what he was thinking.

After everyone walked out of the villa, Lin Litian snapped his fingers to greet the dazed people to have breakfast.

He arranged the chopsticks, heard the sound of slippers in his ears, and asked without turning his head, "Why are you sitting there in a daze?"

"No." Song Yan held his chopsticks, smelling the aroma of noodles in clear soup hurt his brain, and then slowly and pretended to mention it casually, "Brother, there is a reception on the weekend..."

Song Yan was not used to speaking long sentences, so he paused for the rest of the sentence, "Are you going?"

Reception?

"What reception?" Lin Litian saw that the person opposite was busy talking without moving his chopsticks, and nodded his chin in his direction, "Talk while eating, why don't you delay the meal."

The person who was reminded originally wanted to refute that he would not eat or sleep, but in the end he subconsciously followed the other party's instructions.

The tip of the chopsticks pierced the soft-boiled egg, and the yolk flowed into the soup, which greatly increased people's appetite.

Seeing him staring at the soft-boiled egg and becoming dazed again, Lin Litian took a sip of noodles and said vaguely: "You liked to eat soft-boiled eggs when you were young, and our family loves cooked ones, but you dare not say so."

Until later, when he was hungry in the middle of the night, Yuanshen secretly cooked an egg for himself and Song Yan. He didn't control the heat properly, and the inside was still raw.

Yuanchen took a bite, and was so disgusted by the egg yolk that his mouth was covered with it that he spat it out. As a result, Song Yan ate it happily while holding the small bowl.

The little mute doesn't like to talk.

He doesn't like to say what he doesn't like.

Although he disliked that Song Yan liked to eat half-baked fried eggs, but every time he fried eggs again, the original body would remind his aunt to cook a soft one.

From this point of view, apart from not loving the little mute, the original body treats him very well in other respects.

Song Yan raised the corner of his mouth, took a bite of the egg, and brought up the topic of the reception again, "Brother, are you going this weekend?"

"You want me to go?" Lin Litian asked maliciously with a loose tone and a rising end.

Of course he knew the answer, but he still wanted to see how Song Yan answered yes obediently.

Especially the person who looks like a high-altitude peanut at work, but blinks a pair of bright peach blossom eyes in front of him, obediently agreeing to everything.

This can satisfy his bad taste greatly.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth.

【abnormal. 】

The beating sound sounded inappropriately.

But he ignored it.

Abnormal is abnormal, there is nothing wrong with admitting it.

"Yeah." Song Yan nodded honestly, and the little knot on the back of his head swayed and jumped with his movements, like swinging on a swing.

"why?"

"because……"