Chapter 1

  "Wake up." Song Qinghe pushed Liang Yi who had fallen asleep.

  Liang Yi changed his posture and muttered, "Shuang Shuang, stop messing around!"

  Song Qing's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.

  "Secretary Liang." Song Qinghe bowed his head and whispered into Liang's ear, slowly uttering these three words.

  Liang furrowed his brow, tilted his head, slowly opened his eyes, and stared directly at Song Qinghe's gaze, smiling foolishly, "Director Song."

  "Get up and walk." Song Qinghe leaned forward, staring intently at Liang Yi's dazed eyes. For a long time, he didn't see Liang Yi push him away, only then did he realize that she was drunk. Song Qinghe let out a light sigh, picked her up, "Take you home?"

  How dare you! Drinking alone and still daring to get drunk.

  "No." Liang shook his head decisively, "Dad and Mom will worry if they see me drunk."

  "Shall I send you to Fang Zhuo's place?"

  "No, seeing him when I'm drunk will be even more annoying."

  "I really wonder if you're drunk or not." Song Qinghe supported Liang Yi as they walked out of the bar, attracting many admiring glances along the way. Even someone with a thick skin like him felt a little embarrassed.

  It's been a long time since Liang Yi replied, Song Qinghe looked down and saw that Liang Yi was leaning against him and had fallen asleep again. Song Qinghe shook his head with a bitter smile, if he wasn't drunk, when would she ever completely let her guard down around him?

  Chapter 2

  "Sorry, sorry." Liang Yi hastily apologized. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and spilled the coffee on the ground. If it had been spilled on him... Liang Yi glanced at Song Qinghe's white shirt and felt like taking a deep breath of cold air. Luckily, luckily...

  "Is anything wrong?" Song Qing's eyebrows slightly furrowed.

  "What? Nothing." Liang Yi finally came back to herself, realizing she had been staring at Song Qinghe with a cup in her hand for quite some time.

  "Come with me."

  "Boss, I didn't get your clothes dirty, can you please stop pressuring me? Liang Yi had a look of being pressured on his face, put the cup on the table, called the janitor over and then entered Song Qing's office."

  "Director Song, is there something I can help you with?"

  Liáng Yī revealed a smile, thinking it was quite standard and elegant, after all, she had practiced in front of the mirror for a long time, but...

  "You're laughing a bit ugly." Song Qinghe glanced at her and then shifted his gaze back to the computer screen.

  "Oh..." Liang Yi silently retracted his smile and lowered his head into silence.

  Silence, silence, silence.

  Liang Yi felt that if she didn't make some noise, she would suffocate to death!

  "Secretary Liang." Song Qinghe suddenly spoke up, startling Liang Yi so much that her heart skipped a beat. She raised her head somewhat awkwardly.

  "Huh?"

  "Am I your boss?"

  "Ah." Liang Yi let out a fourth-tone "ah", acknowledging this bloody fact.

  "What's the meaning of your attitude towards me every day that seems to be saying 'either explode in silence or perish in silence'?"

  "Is it that obvious?" Liang Yi forced out a sentence with a stiff face.

  "Do you have an opinion about what the boss said?" Song Qing stood up and turned off the computer, again using his identity to suppress others.

  Liáng raised an eyebrow, feeling particularly contemptuous of him in her heart, and perfunctorily replied, "None."

  "A satisfactory negotiation, three points." Song Qinghe put on his suit, that action, was so cool it made one's face bleed, if he wasn't the oppressive Song Qinghe to his employees!

  "Got it, I'll leave first." Liang Yi pushed the door out calmly, and as soon as she came out, she wanted to curse, Ruiya ah Ruiya, Xu Ruihan Xu Ruihan!!! She's going to meet him again, she doesn't want to run into him!

  Liāng Yī right now really wants to go back and hug Sòng Qīng Hé's thigh, blinking her starry eyes asking him, Boss will you save me?

  But it's just an idea...

  Song Qing is this kind of sinister big boss, who will suddenly appear in a comfortable corner and watch the show at an unknown time.

  Episode 3

  Liang Yi Re Hao Zhou, just turned off the fire, and heard a few knocks on the door. She put down her bowl to open the door.

  Song Qinghe? Liang Yi looked at the cat's eyes, Song Qinghe's slightly distorted face, and was speechless. She really hadn't recovered from the shock of Song Qinghe being her downstairs neighbor yet.

  Liāng Yī opened the door and forced out a stiff smile, "Hi, boss what brings you here?"

  Song Qinghe waited outside for several hours, his face wouldn't look good. He raised the newspaper in his hand and said seriously, "Went downstairs to buy a newspaper and forgot to bring the key, can't get in the door."

  Hehe... Liang's mouth twitched, can't get in the door you ask the property management, ask the locksmith company, what are you doing coming to her house?

  "The property is making us wait for the locksmith to open it." Song Qing said this was true, but he had just made a phone call before knocking on the Liang family's door.

  He is considered the boss.

  Liáng Yī took slippers from the shoe cabinet for Sòng Qīng Hé, and as he turned to head towards the kitchen, he casually asked, "I've heated up some congee, do you want some?"

  Song Qinghe: "Of course I'll drink."

  Liáng Yī felt she shouldn't have asked.

  Sheng had porridge and Song Qinghe sat in the dining room eating breakfast.

  "Hmm..."

  It hurts so much...

  Liang Yi took a deep breath in, hastily spitting the porridge from his mouth into the ladle. Upon inspection, it indeed contained several streaks of bright red color.

  Liang covered her mouth with one hand and reached for a tissue with the other, slowly licking the wounded spot on her tongue.

  "What's wrong?" Song Qing stretched out his long arm and handed a paper towel to Liang Yi.

  Liang Yi took a tissue and covered his mouth wound, mumbling, "I accidentally bit my mouth."

  "Are you a pig? Drinking porridge and still biting your mouth?"

  Liáng Yī glared at him silently, "Boss, can't you just stop making insensitive remarks? You have no idea how painful it is?"

  Song Qinghe saw the tears welling up in Liang's eyes and couldn't help but put down the newspaper, get up and walk towards her, "Come, let me take a look."

  He lifted Liang's chin with one hand and carefully opened his mouth with the other, revealing a deep wound on his lower lip that was still bleeding profusely.

  He leaned in so close that he could count Song Qing's eyelashes, and Liang's face felt a little hot as he awkwardly turned his head away.

  "Don't move."

  Song Qing and Liang's eyebrows slightly furrowed, he gently straightened her head with a paper towel and carefully wiped away the bloodstains from her mouth, sincerely admiring, "Her bite is really vicious, not bad at all."

  Liang Yi closed his eyes and hummed twice.

  The blood is still flowing.

  Song Qing's head lowered a few more degrees, and all his exhaled breath spilled onto Liang Yi's face.

  Feeling something was off, Liang suddenly opened his eyes to find Song Qinghe's lips inches from his own, those calm black eyes right in front of him, surging with a few strands of emotion he couldn't understand.

  Liáng Yī's heart was secretly panicked, her small face slowly filled with red clouds. She pushed away Sòng Qīng Hé and said: "You've finished eating, go back now... tomorrow..."

  "Don't move."

  Song Qing furrowed his brow, suddenly wrapping one arm around Liang Yi and rendering her immobile. With the other hand, he grasped her head, his lips descending to meet hers. His tongue darted out, gently parting her lips and tenderly licking the wound on Liang Yi's mouth before she could react.

  Song Qing, what are you doing?! The soft, sticky and hot sensation instantly brought Liang Yi back to his senses. He twisted his shoulders and said, "Let me go."

  Song Qinghe looked at Liang Yier's ears, which gradually turned crimson, until even the ear tips were red as if they were about to bleed. He couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile, and his voice dropped a few degrees, "Don't push me away, okay? Hmm?"

  The last "hmm" had a rising tone, soft enough to drip water.

  Liang's heart skipped a beat, her nose turned sour, and she felt something was about to burst out of her chest. She stiffened for a moment before rushing to wash her hands clean and grabbing a towel to dry them.

  Just about to hang back the towel, saw Song Qinghe's hands were wet and crossed at her waist. Liang Yi bit his lip, took the towel and slowly wiped his hands dry, then hung the towel back.

  Song Qing's smile grew even bigger, he wrapped his arms tightly around Liang Yi's waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and his nose was filled with the faint scent of her perfume, for a moment, he felt extremely at ease.

  "Song Qinghe, do you know what you are doing?"

  "I know, I'm still sober."

  "You can't be serious, it's impossible."

  "Have you tried it? How can you know it's impossible if you haven't tried?"

  "Song Qinghe!" We were once so close, you and your good brother. You've seen it before, even if you don't mind, but I still can't face anyone or anything related to him, I don't want to get involved again.

  "I know what you care about, I can tell you, those things I don't care about."

  "But I mind."

  Song Qinghe's breathing stagnated, he slowly loosened Liang Yi, turned his body back, and stared straight into her eyes. "We are us, Ah Chen is Ah Chen, you and he just have that one past, it's just the past, why hold on to it so tightly? What are you resentful about?"

  Liáng Yī looked at Sòng Qīng's eyes, which were as black as ink, quietly and didn't speak. Sòng Qīng, do you know? You look too much like him, I'm afraid I just took you for his shadow instead of liking you.

  The silence, the atmosphere gradually became heavy.

  "Liangelo..." Song Qing let out a dejected sigh and dropped his hands, his expression darkening. "Your heart is really too ruthless."

  Song Qinghe finished speaking and turned around to leave.

  As he watched the door being slammed shut, Liang Yi slowly raised his hand to rub his chest, where his heart ached as if something was stuck and couldn't find an outlet to vent.

  It's been many years since I've had this kind of feeling.

  Still moved? Liang Yi lowered her eyelids, and a glimmer of tears appeared at the corner of her eyes. No, Liang Yi, you can't.