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

Brother Zhao originally wanted to open a new room for Sheng Huaiyan, but Sheng Huaiyan used various reasons to talk it out, and the two of them ended up staying in a double room.

In the room, Song Yuanyuan looked at Sheng Huaiyan, who was wet and dripping, and said, "Go take a shower first to avoid catching a cold."

From the moment they met, Sheng Huaiyan was in an uncontrollable sense of happiness.

He didn't understand how the relationship between the two of them suddenly improved as if they were desperate, and even seemed to be getting closer, but he could feel that Song Yuanyu couldn't stand his miserable appearance.

It seems that this is the only way to make him relent.

Sheng Huaiyan had never felt that he had taken a very correct step in his life. Only at this moment, he felt that his decision to come to him was particularly correct.

If he gets himself sick again, will Song Yuanyu feel more sorry for him?

Sheng Huaiyan grumbled for a long time before he said, "You've also been caught in the rain, why don't you go wash up first?"

Song Yuan was a bit of a germaphobe, but he didn't have an attack of germaphobia due to emotional influence before. Now when he went back to the room and looked at his clothes that were stained by Sheng Huaiyan, he couldn't wait for a moment, took off his coat and threw it into the dirty clothes basket.

However, Sheng Huaiyan didn't even realize that he was still dirty. He kept grinding in the room, causing the room to be filled with dirty water from his body.

Song Yuanyuan took out a clean towel and wiped it on his wet hair casually twice, and said in a calm voice: "Sheng Huaiyan, if you dirty my room, then I will ask Brother Zhao to open a new room for you. "

Sheng Huaiyan was instantly defeated and said aggrievedly: "Then where do I throw my dirty clothes?"

His clothes are too dirty to be used. Even if they are washed, our distinguished second young master of the Sheng family will not wear them again.

But he didn't see where the trash can was in the room, so he asked aloud.

Song Yuanyuan pointed to the dirty clothes basket and answered him: "Put it in there and I'll wash it for you."

Sheng Huaiyan was surprised: "Will you wash it for me?"

Song Yuanyuan asked, "Then you know how to wash?"

Sheng Huaiyan: "..."

Of course he won't...

Not to mention that he doesn't know how to wash clothes, he has never even folded clothes in his life. The last time he made his bedsheets at Song Yuan's house was basically the only housework he had done in his life.

But Song Yuanyu wants to help him wash his clothes, so he feels that he can wear his clothes for many more years!

Sheng Huaiyan didn't speak, but Song Yuanyuan also guessed it, and he wasn't surprised that the little wolf in front of him didn't know how to wash clothes.

After all, which young master from a wealthy family was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth, cared for in every possible way by his family, and cared for by hordes of servants?

Song Yuan's face looked unchanged and he urged: "Take it off quickly."

"Then what should I wear?"

All the clothes he brought were lost on the way, and even if they were not lost, they must have been soaked by the rain for so long and could no longer be worn.

"Wear mine."

As soon as Song Yuan's words came out, Sheng Huaiyan began to take off his clothes with satisfaction.

Song Yuanyu came here on a business trip, but discussing cooperation in the countryside was not as formal as when he was in Lidu, so most of the clothes he brought here were casual clothes.

Compared with a suit, it is much looser. Although Sheng Huaiyan is thin, his height is there after all, and his frame is much bigger than him. Song Yuanyu rummaged in the closet for a while and found a relatively suitable suit for him. Loose T-shirt and sweatpants.

His rummaging hands suddenly paused, and then he found a pair of unworn underwear for him in the drawer.

When he turned around again, Sheng Huaiyan had already taken off his shirt, leaving only a pair of black trousers hanging around his waist. From his angle, you could see his strong back lines and muscle curves, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, comparable to that of a model.

The only thing that was commensurate with it but seemed disharmonious was that there were many large and small bruises and scars on his back. Song Yuanyu was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously walked forward, walked behind him, and said: "The bruises on your back hurt?"

Sheng Huaiyan was obviously startled by the sudden sound behind him. The hand that was pulling down the zipper of his pants paused, stopped in the middle of the zipper, and turned around, "Huh?"

If the injury on his back was just a small scene, the injury on the front could be called scary. The bruises were one after another, even a little purple, which was shocking and a little scary.

Song Yuanyuan frowned and touched it lightly with his hand unconsciously.

Sheng Huaiyan shivered at the cool touch of his fingertips, and his moans were unnaturally hoarse, "It's okay, it's a minor injury."

Song Yuanyu didn't believe it: "How did you do it?"

If this was a minor injury, it would probably only be considered a major injury if it broke the muscles and bones, and it didn't look like an injury sustained here at all, more like an injury sustained in a fight.

Song Yuan's hand touched his body little by little. Sheng Huaiyan was already distracted, so his voice was particularly unnatural, "It was just a fight with someone."

Song Yuanyuan was a little angry, and the movements of his hands became a little more forceful. He pressed on his bruises and said with some dissatisfaction: "How old are you? Are you still fighting with others?"

Sheng Huaiyan felt aggrieved: "I don't want to fight either, they insist on fighting me."

"If you can't beat me, don't you know how to run away?"

Song Yuanyuan looked at his injuries and naturally thought that Sheng Huaiyan had lost the fight.

At this time, the young and energetic young master certainly didn't want to be looked down upon by his sweetheart. He frowned and said arrogantly, "Who says I haven't been beaten before? Their injuries are more serious than mine."

Song Yuanyu: "..."

Okay, okay, you're the only one who's great. You're injured all over, and they're all missing arms and legs.

Seeing that Song Yuanyuan stopped paying attention to him, Sheng Huaiyan took off his pants and threw them into the dirty clothes basket, while observing his expression, and then cautiously said: "Are you angry?"

Song Yuanyu was a little annoyed at the moment that he was young and energetic, fighting with people everywhere, and even being injured even though he couldn't fight, he felt more distressed after all.

Just like the puppy you raise at home, although it loves to make noises, do mischief, and go out to fight with people, when you lose the fight and come back to see the injuries all over your puppy, you will be annoyed but also feel more distressed.

Most of the time when you are angry, you are angry at the dog that bullied your own puppy.

"What should I be angry about?" Song Yuanyu felt like he hated iron.

When Sheng Huaiyan heard his tone, he carefully observed Song Yuan's expression and lowered his eyes: "I was wrong."

Song Yuanyu: "..."

He wasn't even angry. What was wrong with him?

Sheng Huaiyan added: "I won't fight anymore."

Song Yuanyu: "..."

It’s not about not fighting, it’s about avoiding getting yourself hurt.

Make sure you are safe first, then worry about the rest.

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