The script is wrong! Being pampered like crazy by the villain boss

To put it lightly, it is tens of millions of benefits.

But this was not the business he wanted to discuss.

It was a risky thing for him to keep a wolf next to him that he had to be wary of biting.

Although his life is full of adventures, he is only forced to take risks by life. Now that it is a situation he can choose, he will refuse if there is even the slightest possibility of losing control.

To put it bluntly, he is only willing to discuss business and interests with him now, and does not want to talk to him about what he wants to talk about.

The burning emotion in the young man's eyes was something he was too young to hide. It wasn't that he couldn't understand it, but he didn't want to expose it.

A young man does not know the feeling of sorrow in his life, and he will think about it for the rest of his life at the moment he is tempted.

He is just a passer-by in his life, his novelty, and the excitement in the eyes of young people, so he will not play with him.

No other emotions could be heard in Song Yuan's voice, only a faint tone, "Yes, but I can tell you right now, the final answer will not change in any way."

The young man's voice was a bit frivolous: "Then I'll treat it like spending money to buy an opportunity."

This opportunity is a bit expensive, Song Yuanyu thought.

To be honest, being stared at by a wolf cub is not a very happy thing. On the contrary, he needs to be alert and alert.

Song Yuanyuan put down his coffee cup, turned back to his desk, and sat down, "The hard-working second young master will rest here for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuanyu stopped looking at him and started working seriously.

It was rare for Sheng Huaiyan to have such an upright opportunity to look at him unabashedly, so naturally he would not let it go easily.

After Song Yuanyuan sat down, Sheng Huaiyan's eyes never left him for a moment.

His hair is dark and thick, and his face is handsome. Now his eyes are focused on the documents on the table, calm and focused, showing an indescribable sense of composure.

Being stared at by the young man's scorching eyes made him somewhat distracted.

It was obvious that he had never been disturbed by the outside world when he was working before, but his eyes disturbed his mind. Song Yuanyu pressed the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The secretary knocked on the door a few times, then opened the door and entered the office. He walked up to Song Yuanyu, bowed his head and said respectfully, "Mr. Song, it's already lunch time. As per the old rules, can I call you?"

Song Yuanyu responded, then remembered that there was an awkward puppy sitting on the sofa, his eyes fell on him for a moment, and he whispered: "By the way, what does he want to eat?"

After receiving the order, the secretary walked up to Sheng Huaiyan and said, "Mr. Sheng, it's lunch time. Is there anything you want to eat? I bought it for you and brought it up."

When facing others, Sheng Huaiyan was naturally not as good as he pretended to be when he was with Song Yuanyuan. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Song Yuanyuan, "What does he eat?"

The secretary answered truthfully: "We, Mr. Song, usually eat in the staff canteen, but if you want to eat private dining or other restaurants, you can. There is a private dining restaurant near our company that is very good. Would you like to try it, Mr. Sheng?"

Sheng Huaiyan nodded lightly, okay, a private restaurant is a good choice, but he doesn't like to eat alone.

Sheng Huaiyan sat up straight, looked in Song Yuan's direction, raised his brows slightly, and spoke, addressing his secretary.

"I won't bother you to arrange lunch. You don't need to worry about Mr. Song. You can go out first."

……

After the secretary left the office, Sheng Huaiyan threw his cell phone on the sofa, stood up and walked to the desk, his arms resting on the table, his expression the same, but very oppressive.

"Is this the way Mr. Song treats guests? He doesn't even eat lunch with his guests."

Having noticed his movements a long time ago, Song Yuanyu never opened his mouth just to see what he wanted to do.

Now the pup finally showed his claws and teeth, his eyes filled with aggression.

Song Yuanyuan supported the desk and slid the chair back to avoid his pressure. He leaned on the chair, squinted his eyes, and spoke slowly, "Didn't you call me brother just now? Now it's Mr. Song. ?”

At this moment, he was standing and he was sitting. From his point of view, Song Yuanyu seemed to be trapped in his arms, without struggling or resisting. His current nonchalant look made him even more excited.

Sheng Huaiyan's tongue slid across the tiger's teeth, "So Mr. Song prefers me to call you brother?"

"I just want to remind the second young master that even if I am a few years older than you, I don't have the hobby of pretending to be an older brother everywhere. The second young master should keep his name as young master Shanda."

Sheng Huaiyan had never chased anyone before. This was the first time he was rejected directly in person. He was completely bruised. He simply broke the jar and fell down, speaking frankly about his feelings.

"My name is Sheng Huai'an and I can only call you brother. I don't lack a brother, and I don't want you to be my brother. Don't you understand what I mean by calling you brother?"

Having said this, Sheng Huaiyan licked his teeth and approached the person sitting on the chair, "I want to flirt with my brother."

The tail note is frivolous and wandering, like a person who lingers among flowers all year round.

Just now, he pretended to be an innocent and well-behaved person in front of him. At this moment, he finally stopped pretending and revealed his true face under the mask.

Song Yuanyuan smiled and said, "Since the second young master has such a hobby, I will definitely prepare a few more next time so that the second young master can have a great time."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally." Song Yuanyuan frowned and looked at him coldly, "If the second young master wants to play, don't play on my head."

Seeing him looking at her like this, Sheng Huaiyan suddenly felt a little scared, and he suppressed the anger that he had just speculated.

He calmed down his aura, put down his hand on the table obediently, looked at him, and said tentatively, "Are you angry?"

Song Yuanyuan didn't speak, and Sheng Huaiyan spoke immediately, "I was wrong, I'm sorry. I didn't think about anything else, I just like you."

It was the first time a little boy confessed his love to his face like this, and Song Yuanyu also had some unknown emotions in his heart at the moment.

But the way the young man in front of him lowers his eyebrows while pretending to be good does make people reluctant to get angry with him.

Song Yuanyu sighed and stood up from his seat. It was the first time he stood so close to a young man. He never thought before that the child in front of him was half a head taller than him.

"We're not a good fit."

"What's the reason?"

"What reason?"

"The reason why we are not suitable?"

If it’s inappropriate, it’s inappropriate. No reason is needed? Do you want him to say that he is still an indeterminate child and that he is already old and does not want to play such a sad and heart-breaking love game with him anymore?

After all, it would be a bit embarrassing for him to say such words.

He has lived for almost twenty-seven years, and except for Song Zhizhi, he has never been afraid of anything. He can't tell the young man in front of him calmly that he is afraid of this kind of unknown emotion, right?