I may have had a fake childhood

Chapter 116 I have a nice voice

Song Shanglu didn't care about Jupiter at all, heaved a sigh of relief in his throat, moved his mouth but still didn't say anything, stood up with a bowl in his hand: "Are you still going to sleep?"

Nonsense, thinking of the exhilaration in the car last night, although I really felt a low-altitude flight at that time, but after all, I am old, it will hurt everywhere, Jupiter closed his eyes, his eyelids blinked slightly, and his mouth was too lazy to open Kai: "Well, I'll sleep for a while."

Song Shanglu looked down at Juxing, who had already fallen asleep, tightly clutching the bowl in his hand, creaking and even heard the sound of broken pottery, but looking carefully, the bowl was intact, squinted his eyes, turned around and walked out of the door .

The moment he heard the lock on the door, he slowly opened his eyes and sighed. Juxing turned over and fell back to sleep. He didn't want a stranger between the two of them. He is the same as a little rabbit, but he is not a simple person when he is in close combat.

Thinking about how to transform one's emotional changes into a more natural one every day has already consumed all the brain cells of Jupiter, and it will be a battle of wits with a little white flower, which is really overwhelming, but think about it carefully, maybe the little white flower Showing up isn't all bad, it's kind of a catalyst, isn't it?

The look of anticipation on Song Shanglu’s face was not concealed at all. Of course Jupiter knew what he wanted to see about his performance, but the two of them had only known each other for less than two months. I am afraid that Song Shanglu himself will not believe it. It is very likely that he feels that he is approaching him with a purpose. Even if he believes it, there will still be a gap in his heart, and maybe he will have a psychological shadow when he mentions it in the future.

Alas, dealing with smart people is tiring, even if I am not a smart person, I will be forced to become a smart person.

Jupiter rubbed his tumbling temples, rubbed against the soft pillow, his sorrow still couldn't overcome his drowsiness, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep under the quilt smelling like a man's tobacco.

When Jupiter woke up from this sleep, it felt like a century had passed. He got up blankly and looked at the dim sunset outside, not sure if it was morning or afternoon.

He lifted the quilt and casually dragged his slippers out of bed. Before reaching the stairs, he heard melodious piano music coming from downstairs. Although Ju Xing couldn't understand it, he still felt relaxed physically and mentally.

Deliberately lighten your steps and stretch your neck to look down, there is a black and white piano next to the sofa in the living room. At this time, sitting in front of the piano is the little white flower that you just saw yesterday.

Jupiter was too far away to see very clearly, and could only vaguely see a figure, but Jupiter remembered the soft and waxy voice very clearly. Although the singing was slightly clear, it was still a bit too sweet.

However, he is not a professional and has no qualifications to speak.

With a flat mouth, Ju Xing stood at the top of the stairs and suddenly didn't know whether to go down or not. From a distance, he saw Mr. Song sitting at the edge of the dining table with his back turned to him, obviously admiring Xiao Baihua's performance.

It suddenly occurred to me that Juxing had never sung for Mr. Song since he entered this house. As for other musical instruments, he was even ignorant, and Lu Qiang had never learned it either.

The corner of her mouth curled up, obviously the one under the stage was the real Nightingale, and she could only be regarded as an artificial imitation, or a shoddy one with no decoration at all.

It's not that Jupiter doesn't want to sing, he uses his voice too much every night, and he can't make his voice when he wakes up in the morning. I am not obsessed with singing, so I can't remember it, but I heard that Mr. Song really likes to listen to music, but he didn't mention it. I didn't say it, and it wasn't his fault in the final analysis.

Ju Xing turned around slightly, paused for a while, and took off the slippers on his feet, bent slightly to keep the slippers in his hands, and deliberately slowed down on tiptoes and moved back to the room.

Suddenly aware of something, Song Shanglu turned his back slightly, and glanced at the direction of the stairs vaguely, but saw nothing. Song Shanglu took a sip of the coffee in front of him and stood up: "Go back to your room first."

Cheng Renli was placed by Boss Li at the door at noon today. Song Shanglu really didn't intend to use this low-level method to test it out at first, but there are still two business deals to be handed over to Boss Li. Don't give face.

Besides, he didn't want to test, but he couldn't do without testing, because he had to adjust his strategy according to that person's reaction, right?

If you still think about running away in a short time, then don't blame yourself for being rude.

The boy has seen the world, but he has never met such a powerful man. He flicked the piano in his hand and made a piercing tone. He stood up in a panic and hurriedly apologized: "I, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Song Shanglu didn't even look at it, the recipient was just expressing his attitude, and he was lazy to deal with the extra.

He didn't hear anything for a while, and when he looked up again, there was no one in front of him. The boy clenched his fists, no matter what, he must succeed this time, after all, the fate of the whole family is in the hands of this man.

Glancing in the direction upstairs, the boy's eyes were full of jealousy. When he stepped into this villa, the man had already warned himself that the upstairs was a restricted area, and his room was also at the end of the corridor on the first floor.

Although the environment layout is very good, it is obviously a corner that is easy to be forgotten. The hem of the clothes is pinched with his hands, and the fabric there has become crumpled. The boy lowered his eyelids and suppressed the expression on his face. room.

Now that you have come in, you can only be more careful at every step.

I didn't dare to investigate Lu Qiang before, and everything was mentioned sporadically by others. He looks pretty good, but he hasn't reached the point where he can overwhelm the country. A face and a good voice, but I haven't studied it systematically, I'm afraid it's just a good sound.

No matter in any aspect, they are inferior to me. Even if they cannot completely replace him, they are still enough to shake his position in Mr. Song's eyes. A sleazy house.

Let his parents get through this difficulty with peace of mind, and they will never encounter difficulties in the future.

Since Cheng Renli moved in, Ju Xing seldom went downstairs, and even refused to show up during meal time. Every time someone came up to say that he wanted to eat, he could only hear the voice of saying he was still sleeping in a daze.

It's just that Mr. Song didn't say anything, and no one dared to say anything about him. He just called once and the notice arrived. He would reheat the food every once in a while and put it in the small living room specially opened for him by Mr. Song at the door. People dare not go hungry Yes, but people don't dare to urge them anymore.

It's not that Jupiter is not hungry, it's just that it's embarrassing to put new and old love together, not to mention that the one who is favored now is not himself. Almost on the first day Cheng Renli lived in, Mr. Song never went upstairs at night. It's not that there are any complaints, it saves me pain.

It's just that the boy is not a fuel-efficient lamp after all, and there may be some fishy smell in the future. Generally speaking, I still don't want to go into the muddy water.

But if you don’t look for something, things will always look for you. Jupiter did get up a little late at noon this day, and when he came out, he didn’t find any food at the door. He stretched his head while holding the handrail upstairs, but he didn’t see it for a long time. A figure, and no sound was heard.

Could it be that you took the kids out to play.

Jupiter went downstairs quietly, but there was no one there.

Heaving a sigh of relief, he turned around and went straight into the kitchen, but before he could open the refrigerator, he heard a soft voice behind him.

"Mr. Lu."

Jupiter turned his head defensively in an instant, and when he saw the soft smile on the child's face, he quickly put away the vigilance in his eyes, took two steps back and pressed his back firmly against the refrigerator, curled the corner of his mouth and said softly, "Hello."

The child called himself Mr. Lu, but he looked like a minor, and he couldn't call him Mr. Cheng. It sounded weird, so he simply didn't call him anything.

"Do you want to eat?" The child looked at his hand on the handle of the refrigerator and took two steps forward.

As soon as he approached, Jupiter felt that the air in the sky was much thinner, so he hurriedly backed away, but there was no place behind him, he laughed twice and said, "Well, I got up a little late, you all should eat."

The child nodded seriously, with shyness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, he lowered his head and said softly, "Mr. Song went out early today, so we ate early too."

"Really, ha ha." There was really nothing to communicate with the child, Jupiter turned around and opened the refrigerator door to see if there were any leftovers, and just picked up some to eat.

Although you can't eat delicious food in the bedroom, there is a small living room in the corner of the second floor, which was originally renovated because Jupiter was lazy.

Song Shanglu also felt that it would be inappropriate for him to lie down on the sofa and watch TV if someone cleaned the house downstairs. He acquiesced that it was his small piece of world.

"Ah, today Auntie Liu said that she had something to do at home and she didn't have time to cook, so I asked her to take all the leftover meals back to her grandson who was too late to go to school. Mr. Lu, what do you want to eat, can I make it for you?"

No wonder I didn't see anyone delivering food to me today. It turned out that Aunt Liu left early.

The little boy's eyes were full of horror, and he said that he was about to transform into a chef when he raised his arms, but looking at those hands that were more delicate than his own, it didn't look like he had touched a kitchen knife and washed vegetables at all.

Ju Xing shook his head quickly, and smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, there are some snacks in the living room, I'll just have some of that."

"that........"

Jupiter turned around and was going to open the cabinet. He usually likes to eat some snacks when watching TV, so he usually has some snacks in the cabinet. It’s just that he hasn’t bothered Mr. Song’s driver for a long time. I remember how many snacks are left after eating last time Pack potato chips.

Before he got close to the cabinet, he was stopped by the little boy again, and when he turned around, he saw his clothes hesitant to speak, his eye circles were red, and his hands were grabbing the hem of the clothes as if he wanted to tear off a piece of cloth.

I don't want to ask why, I just want to get some food and go upstairs quickly, but the child lowered his head and looked wronged so Jupiter had to answer, as if you didn't ask, this is what you did: "What's wrong? "

The voice was soft and soft like a feather falling on the floor, for fear of frightening the porcelain doll in front of me.

The sound wave vibrates so strongly, what if the shock breaks down, I can't afford it.

"If Mr. Lu is talking about the snacks in the cabinet, I'm sorry, I didn't know where to buy them last time I ate them." The little boy bowed violently, with such strength that Jupiter thought his waist would be broken .

Jupiter was startled, took two steps back and waved his hands in a panic: "It's okay, it's okay, just eat it."

The little boy seemed to have made a huge mistake. He stood there blaming himself, tears were about to fall from his eyes, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Mr. Lu, I know you bought it, but last time Song When Mr. took something out of it, he said that I could eat it too, so I couldn’t hold it back. Later, I didn’t know who to buy it from, and I didn’t dare to ask, Mr. Lu, you don’t blame me, do you?”

Isn't it just a few packs of imported snacks? As for making it serious like some kind of elixir, Ju Xing rolled his eyes in his heart, but he still said in a good voice: "It doesn't matter, if you like to eat, tell Mr. Song's driver Just make a list of what you want to eat and give him a list, and he will send it over in the afternoon."

The little boy looked cautious, and said after a while: "I haven't had a chance to meet Mr. Song's driver yet, and it seems like no one comes into this villa."

Jupiter choked for a moment, this is still going on, he was still hungry, and he still needs to chat with him here, maybe he has to call the driver for you.

Suddenly I wanted to get angry, took a deep breath, grinned at the corner of my mouth, and nodded: "Well, I have his phone number there, you can make a list and I'll ask him to come and get it, or I'll give you the phone number directly , you can call him from the landline in the living room, and the driver will answer the call when he sees it, and if you have nothing to do, I will go up first."

After talking about Jupiter, he didn't intend to give him a chance to intervene, so he turned around and was about to leave.

It's really annoying. If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't come down, and I would make trouble for myself.

"Mr. Song."

Frozen all over, Juxing raised his face and saw Song Shanglu standing not far away, looking at the two people with a gloomy expression, and immediately recalled that he should have done nothing to bully people just now, not only did he not bully, but he behaved very friendly Bar.

After the breathing stopped for a moment, and after the heartbeat slowed down, Ju Xing quickly stood upright and called out with a smile: "Mr. Song."

It's just that this voice is not as attractive as the voice of the little boy with the sound of water just now.

"Are you asleep?" It sounded very ordinary, just like Mr. Song greeted himself before the little boy came.

Mr. Song took off his suit jacket casually, and the little boy who was originally behind him teleported to his side at some point, and naturally took the jacket and hung it on the coat rack beside him.

Seeing that the two cooperated well, Ju Xing took off the tie quickly on the other side, lowered his head and hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Well, I was a little late watching TV last night, so I got up late in the morning."

Mr. Song raised his wrist as if to check the time: "It's really late."

Jupiter's face was slightly red, it should be 03:30 in the afternoon, even before, it was not so late, but I was a little excited after chatting with Xiaohong last night, I couldn't sleep, so I found a TV series and watched it It was only in the middle of the night that he fell asleep in a daze.

Xiaohong is not working in a bar now, but has opened a small restaurant, doing well.

After Jupiter was taken over by Song Shanglu, it was completely irrelevant to the past. Not to mention things, even Mr. Song didn’t give him a chance to go back to get the passbook. Everything on the phone was new, but Jupiter didn’t need money or anything. So I gave it all to Xiaohong.

The child was not wanted at first, but Lu Qiang lived in the dormitory of the bar after all, and the house would still be taken back when he was gone. Ju Xing said that those things would be thrown away if they were not needed, and Mr. Song would not allow them to be brought in.

Xiaohong knew that it was embarrassing to get along with those people, so she agreed after hesitating for a while.

It's just that he said that he has nothing to repay, after all, Lu Qiang can't help Mr. Song now.

Jupiter just joked that if Mr. Song gets tired of him in the future and still needs a place to live, the money should be considered as an investment first.

Only then did Xiaohong take over with confidence.

The child is not very old, but he is smart and willing to endure hardships, so he has successfully opened the business without any trouble. The next step is to build a good brand.

It shouldn't be a big problem.

He was a good boy, and Jupiter was relieved.

Yesterday, I heard Xiaohong complain that the hotel was too tired, which made him unable to sleep every night after midnight, but his tone was full of joy, the kind of joy from the bottom of his heart.

Jupiter is also very happy.

"Have you eaten?" Mr. Song sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and the little boy followed closely behind him like a little wife, who would stand aside and obey orders.

Hearing his question, he immediately lowered his head and looked aggrieved, almost crying: "Mr. Song, I...... It's all my fault. There's nothing left to eat."

"..." Isn't it just for food? It's not that Mr. Song has no money to support two people. Why must there be such a big scene? Looking at the little boy's pear blossoms with rain, Ju Xing's eyes were full of tears. Confused, did he just bully him or did he bully him.

Over there, he repeated the conversation with Jupiter just now, sobbing intermittently. Mr. Song raised his eyebrows and looked at Jupiter while listening, with a half-smile expression on his face.

In the end, the little boy emphasized it again: "Mr. Song, Mr. Lu is so kind. I said it's okay to cook for him, but even if my cooking doesn't taste good, he can't go hungry."

As if Song Shanglu must persuade Juxing to eat, the little boy was in a hurry.

The corners of Ju Xing's eyes twitched twice, facing Song Shanglu's dark eyes, he quickly explained: "No, it's not that I dislike your cooking, it's because I have something left upstairs, and I plan to eat that later, Besides, you’ll be fine if you don’t eat a meal, it’s really nothing, you don’t have to…”

Raising his eyelids, he took a cautious look at Song Shanglu, glanced at the little boy and returned to his hand, and said softly, "You don't need to do this, it's really nothing serious."

Is it worth your crying? I really thought I was a nightingale, so I just hummed twice if I had nothing to do.

The same is true of Mr. Song. For some reason, his face suddenly turned cold. He glanced at the fierce little boy who was crying with his head down, and his voice became softer: "It's okay. Lu owes others to get along very well. You don't have to be so restrained." .”

Yes, yes, I am such a good person, why do you make it seem like I am threatening you and bullying you by standing here.

The atmosphere was so weird that Ju Xing couldn't bear it and went straight to the stairs, he forced himself to laugh twice: "Mr. Song, if there's nothing else, I'll go up first."

Song Shanglu didn't get an answer, but he didn't say no either. Jupiter stepped up the stairs tremblingly, thinking that he wouldn't be able to come down if there was nothing important to do in the future. This meal is like a Hongmen banquet, but his small body is so small Stand, if you really cry and accuse yourself of bullying him, then you really can't tell if you are guilty.

As if nothing had happened, he walked down the stairs and glanced at the two who were still downstairs, only to see that the little boy had stopped crying long ago. This child is a smart child and knows that some things should not be too much.

He pursed his mouth and retracted his gaze. He knew how to act better than himself. The key is not to be afraid of being tired. If he shed two tears, he would not want to act anymore.

When he was about to step up the stairs, there was a sudden chill all over his body. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Mr. Song's eyes glued to his back, as if being stared at by the king of beasts in the jungle, slowly starting from the end of the spine. Seeping the coldness, Jupiter involuntarily tightened his clothes, and ran up the stairs in three steps and two steps.

Sitting on the sofa and hugging a cushion tightly in his arms, he took two deep breaths before he calmed down.

With the ceiling rolling a big white eye, what are you staring at me for, you left me behind, I just wanted to go down and have a meal, this is provoking someone, this is the series of getting shot while sleeping.

I took out a bag of potato chips in the small cabinet, didn't even dare to turn on the TV, took out the PAD and started to surf the Internet while eating.

When Song Shanglu came up, what he saw was Jupiter holding a pad with one hand and potato chips in the other, smiling heartlessly, but he was still worried about not making a sound downstairs, if he was not here, he would be sure Just presumptuous.

His hands clenched into fists suddenly, his expression froze on his face instantly.

Sure enough, he didn't care about anything, or he wanted to get rid of himself a long time ago.

The appearance of Cheng Renli happened to be an opportunity for him.

Song Shanglu pursed his lips and thought, then you are really wrong.

The author has something to say: Hehehehe, I was scared to death, Jupiter patted his small chest and said, how about a wave of nutritional hydraulic pressure to suppress the shock?

Good night, big babies.

Meme Chirp(?￣?￣?)