Yu Tang stood beside the bed for a long time. What did he see?

Maybe I felt hot, my fair and slender legs came out of the quilt, revealing the white boxer pants. The boxer pants were extremely elastic, wrapping the beautifully lined place...

Unable to help slid his Adam's apple, Yu Tang moved his eyes away from the seductive place, slowly sat down beside the bed, and supported himself with one hand beside the pillow. Looking at the guy who was sleeping in the dark, he slowly reached out and poked the red-sleeping face.

"Um..." Song Xiao raised his hand, trying to drive away the guy who disturbed his sleep, but Yu Tang caught him without looking at him, and held it in his hand and touched it.

Both of them were shocked when they touched.

The originally smooth skin turned into rough gauze, and Yu Tang quickly held the hand in front of him to take a closer look. It was only five o'clock in the morning, and it was not yet dawn, and the room was a little dim, but the snow-white gauze still hurt his eyes.

Song Xiao suddenly woke up in pain because he was touched by a wound: "Master?"

"What's going on?" Yu Tang's voice was a little cold.

"It's hot," Song Xiao wanted to retract his hand, "Why are you back?"

"Who is hot?" Yu Tang didn't plan to let him go. He held the wrist and refused to let go, and untied the gauze to see.

Song Xiao blinked and said that it was burnt. Usually, people's reaction shouldn't be "Why are you so careless?" It was indeed the emperor's mind that he could think of the assassination in an instant.

While speaking, the gauze had been taken apart by Yu Tang. When he turned on the bedside lamp, the wound was clearly presented in front of him. When the blisters were picked open, the layer of skin fell off, revealing the pink flesh inside. Although it was just a few small dots, it looked shocking.

The injury was obviously not burned by himself. It should be the hot water or hot oil sprinkled over. Yu Tang's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he pinched Song Xiao's chin with one hand: "I'll ask you again, who's burned?" He said it, and I broke him into pieces. If I didn't tell it, you'll be punished.

Song Xiao was trembling with his domineering eyes and cold voice. The meaning implied in his words made him suddenly feel a little urge to complain, and blurted out in a strange way: "Song Zheng."

After saying this, Song Xiao felt a little embarrassed and took advantage of the emperor's hand to relax and turned his head: "Don't worry, I have my own solution."

Yu Tang didn't say a word, and wrapped his hand again, turned off the bedside lamp, took off his coat, patted Song Xiao's buttocks, and signaled him to sleep in.

"Why don't you sleep on your bed..." Song Xiao wanted to sleep on your bed, but then he remembered that he was sleeping on someone else's bed and suddenly froze.

Yu Tang looked at him expressionlessly.

"Cough..." Song Xiao coughed dryly, moved his face in, and buried his face in the pillow. It was over, and he secretly slept on the emperor's bed, and he found it, which was so embarrassing!

Yu Tang lay down in his shirt, dug the queen who was buried in the pillow and hugged her: "If you have something to tell me, you are not familiar with this era."

Song Xiao pursed his lips, slowly grabbed Yu Tang's hand that was slinging around his waist, and nodded slightly.

Yu Tang, who was pressed against the back of his neck, could naturally feel it and curled his lips slightly.

The two of them were lazy in the bed for ten minutes, and it was time to get up. Yu Tang refused to let Song Xiao touch the water, twisted the hot towel and handed it to him to wipe his face, squeezed the toothbrush and handed it to him, and buttoned his shirt with his own hands.

"I, I can button it myself..." Song Xiao's face turned red. He quickly stopped him when the emperor wanted to help him tuck his shirt into his pants. He just burned a few bubbles, not breaking his hand.

However, the domineering Emperor would not listen to him, and he would dress him happily, and then take his intact hand to go out to attend the flag-raising ceremony.

Yu Tang rushed back because he had a speech at the flag-raising ceremony today, and wanted to announce the establishment of the student union and arrange the work for the next week.

Because the director saw that Yu Tang was capable, he threw all the work he could do to the student union, such as the matter of speaking this morning.

Yu Tang looked at the manuscript handed to him by the Minister of the Propaganda Department, the Minister of Works, and skipped the nonsense of "Dear teachers, dear classmates, good morning" and took the microphone and announced directly: "The Student Union of Shengmeng High School has been officially established last week. From today on, all functions of the Student Union will be activated immediately..."

His Majesty the Emperor did what he said. The Ministry of War began to check morning exercises that day, and the Ministry of Justice would also check discipline during evening self-study. The Ministry of Works has the heaviest task recently, and he worked hard to make banners every day. Soon a message filled the entire campus with the situation of posters.

[Sheng Meng Junior High School will come to exchange on October 11th]

The school attaches great importance to this matter. After all, the junior high school is the main source of students in the future. They must let them deeply feel the beauty of the high school department before they can spend a lot of money to go to school.

Yu Tang looked at the process formulated by the vice president in his hand and circled it in several places: "It's too monotonous to visit only."

"It's too late to arrange the program temporarily." The vice president was a little embarrassed. The student union had just been established. It was already the end of September. The school had just distributed the task to them. It was about to be over the National Day holiday. Who is in the mood to rehearse the program?

"Just find a special talent and dance a opening dance," Yu Tang turned the pen in his hand, his eyes slightly darkened, "mainly letting the performances in junior high school."

Suddenly, I received a notice from the high school that I wanted to perform a program. The teacher led the team was very angry and it was too late to prepare at this time. But the other party said that they were communicating with each other, so they could not lose money. They could only find students who performed well at the summer graduate party to perform the program again.

"Go to high school?" Song Zheng's eyes lit up and she agreed. She was trained by Qiu Mingyan to learn various dances since she was a child. Last year, she danced solo and shone in the graduate party, which attracted the attention of 4g. This time she had no share in communicating, because she wanted to perform, and the teacher thought of her first.

The new list was soon released and reported to Shengmeng High School. When Yu Tang saw the name of "Song Zheng" on the list, he nodded with satisfaction and handed it over to the people from the Ministry of Works to make the nameplate.

After deciding these, Yu Tang ignored the matters of the student union. He was not interested in these things, so he threw everything to the vice president. He had more important things to do.

The hype about Pudding Master on the Internet suddenly stopped. Japanese media withdrew all marketing manuscripts. Although there were people mentioned it on the forum, it was quickly blocked by other posts.

The Internet has just emerged, and many Internet celebrities have appeared. These people usually become famous by some gimmicks and then disappear quickly. Therefore, as long as no one mentions it for a while, the "Pudding Master" will be forgotten by people.

"Young Master, what's going on?" Yu Dan called Yu Tang, his tone was a bit bad. Daji Media was his company. In order to please the family, he sold it to Yu Fu shares at such a price. It can basically be considered a stockholder. Unexpectedly, they would still make trouble for the company.

It would be fine if Yu Fu was in charge. This proposal was actually issued by a minor child, which is not taking his company seriously!

"My father has given me all the shares of Daji Media, and the transfer procedures will be down this week." Yu Tang stood on the balcony of the dormitory, holding a book of hot tea and drinking slowly.

"What?" Yu Dan's cigarette shook, almost burning her hand. It seemed that Yu Fu's favor for the eldest son had exceeded his estimate. The shares of a company were like a toy, and he gave them as soon as he said it, "That pudding's proposal..."

He had a holiday with Song Zicheng when he was young, but now he has finally developed, so he naturally has to take revenge. Song Xiao’s design is also one of the links. If Yu Tang had just entered the company and wanted to establish his authority, Yu Dan hopes that he can change his direction.

Yu Tang put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Song Xiao seriously holding the computer in the room, and said coldly: "I don't care if you want to deal with Song Zicheng, but the disaster will not be as good as the children. If one day you offend me, I will ask your son for three fingers, what would you think?"

After hanging up the phone, Yu Tang walked into the room, and Song Xiao, who was sitting on the bed, looked up at him: "Your Majesty, there is no news about me on the Internet."

"Yeah." Yu Tang lowered his head and looked at him. From this angle, Song Xiao's eyes reflected the fluorescent lights, which were bright and very cute.

"You did it?" Song Xiao looked at Yu Tang's expression and saw that he was not surprised at all. He remembered that this person said on the weekend that he would deal with it and let him ignore it. He immediately understood.

Yu Tang bent down, slowly approached, supported himself on the wall with one hand, trapping Song Xiao in his arms: "Yes, how should the queen thank me?"
Chapter completed!