The day I married my boss

Chapter 1

It was late autumn when Song Feilan passed out, and it was early winter when he woke up, having slept for more than a month.

The gust of wind outside the window was shattering, as if it was about to smash the windowpane.

When Song Feilan opened his eyes, his memory only stayed at the moment when he swung his fist the night before, and he didn't realize the changes in his body across the ages at this time.

He thought that the fight the day before had been handled by his father's subordinates. With Song Donglai's busy schedule and the birth of his younger brother Song Feiqing three years ago, this father who had one wife and one concubine regarded the "Marriage Law" as nothing, Generally, they don't have the time to care about the messy things in Song Feilan's school.He twisted his neck and moved his head. After lying down for too long, his body was already a little stiff, only his eyes were still active. After scanning around the ward for a week, he saw someone sitting beside his bed.

The man's profile was handsome and tough, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he was 27 or [-] years old, and he was wearing a suit. Song Feilan guessed that he was probably Song Donglai's subordinate.

He looked at the young man for a while, quickly calculating the possibility of attacking this person in his mind, and opened his mouth tentatively. His voice was a little hoarse, with a weak coquettish tone, and he called to the person beside the bed: "Uncle , I want to drink water."

The man suddenly raised his head from the pile of documents and turned to look at him. He really had a handsome face. He seemed a little surprised that he woke up suddenly. He didn't speak, and rang the calling bell beside the bed.

Song Feilan asked softly in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, is there anything wrong with the person who fought with me?"

"..." Tao Yuan put down the document, went to the water dispenser and poured water for him. "President Song, you've been in a coma for more than a month, so don't talk for now."

Song Feilan didn't notice the title, he stared at Tao Yuanzhuan with his eyes, saw his tall and straight figure, and said flatteringly: "Uncle, you have a really good figure, if only I can grow as tall as you in the future, you have Is it two meters?"

Tao Yuan ignored him, and heard Song Feilan continue to say: "My dad is so busy every day, you see... I don't need to bother his old man for such a trivial matter as fighting?"

"..." Tao Yuan looked back at Song Feilan's 28-year-old face, thinking, even if you fight, it's probably a goblin fight...

"... Amnesia?" Tao Yuan stood outside the ward, frowning and thinking for a while.

The doctor was afraid that he would not understand, so he immediately gave him a lecture on the function of the 'hippocampus'.

Tao Yuan interrupted him halfway: "Is it possible to recover memory? He always says he is 17 years old. Is there any reason?"

"It's hard to say, we need to continue to observe whether the memory can be restored, and it's hard to draw conclusions at the moment." The doctor said.

Tao Yuan was about to speak, when the door of the ward opened with a click, Song Feilan poked out a hairy head from inside, and said, "Uncle, I'm hungry, can you order me a takeaway first?"

"...Okay." Tao Yuan was helpless with the 17-year-old Song Feilan, especially when he called him uncle with his 28-year-old face, Assistant Tao only wanted him to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror.

When Tao Yuan returned to the ward with the boxed lunch, there was a burst of exclamation from the bathroom: "Fuck! I'm so stupid! How did I become this virtuous?!"

"..." Tao Yuan stood at the door of the bathroom and called him, "President Song, come out for dinner."

Song Feilan leaned on crutches like a lame rabbit, and jumped out on one foot. There were still drops of water on his frightened and angry face, dripping down the sides of his nose. Before recovering from the shock, he opened his eyes wide and pointed to his face and asked, "How did I get so old?! I protected my face when I started..."

Tao Yuan looked at his face covered with gauze, and said for a while, "Mr. Song, you are not getting old, but you lost your memory in a car accident."

Song Feilan paused for a moment, as if he was hit with a stick by this world without warning and was about to pass out. He was in a state of confusion, and he didn't think to ask how the car accident happened.Tao Yuan looked at him with both eyes, afraid that he would faint again after such a bang. Fortunately, the hunger in his belly awakened Song Feilan's brain that was slow to stop. He went to the sofa to open the lunch box, and said angrily, "I don't have amnesia, I have time-traveled, I must have time-traveled!" He took a bite of the meal, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Uncle, where is my dad?"

"Dong Song is on a business trip in Africa for the past few days, and he will probably be back this week," Tao Yuan said.

"Oh." Song Feilan sighed very lightly, twitched the corners of his lips, and asked again: "What about my mother? It's not my aunt, it's my own mother. Didn't she come to see me after I've been in a coma for so long? "

"..." Tao Yuan stood tall and tall, looked at his pure and bright eyes, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

Song Feilan didn't ask him any more, just lowered his head and took another mouthful of rice.

Song Feilan was wronged to be in a coma for a month without family members visiting him, but he has experienced this kind of time for more than ten years, endured the sadness in his heart, and got used to it over time.

Seeing his appearance, Tao Yuan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, after a while, he took a few tissues from the paper drawer beside him and handed them over. Song Feilan took them and blew his nose vigorously.

In fact, he doesn't look old at all now. The flaxen-colored curly hair is soft on his forehead, and the skin on his face is smooth and firm. Because his facial features are too delicate, he is actually younger than men of the same age. One point, there are some people who say that college students believe it.

Tao Yuan watched the man take off that gaudy skin and sit there alone in a plain hospital gown, eating a boxed lunch, feeling inexplicably pity in his heart.

"Uncle..." Song Feilan shouted again.

When he yelled, Tao Yuan's heart trembled, especially when he thought of Mr. Song's appearance in half a year wearing human skin and dominating the beauties. "...President Song, don't call me uncle."

"What do you call you? Big brother? Big brother Tao?" Song Feilan stuffed his mouth with rice and said in a nasal voice: "It doesn't matter, don't call me Mr. Song anymore, it's like calling me dad. Let me fly."

Tao Yuan, who was one year younger than his actual age, didn't speak.

Song Feilan suddenly put down his chopsticks as if he couldn't bear it anymore, blinked his eyelashes like a small brush twice, and curled his lips tremblingly, finally he couldn't help the red circles under his eyes: "Why am I suddenly 28..." The boy said Grief was so fierce that I fought back the tears.

Tao Yuan has lived a single life with his left hand supporting his right hand all year round, and he is not very skilled in comforting others. After thinking about it, he passed a few more tissues to him, and after a long while, he could only choke out a sentence: "Actually, think about it...at least you don't have to." Worried about fighting..."

Song Feilan looked up at him, didn't say anything, wiped his eyes, after a while, when the tears had passed, he started to eat the boxed lunch again. "Brother Tao, are you my father's subordinate?"

While watching him eat, Tao Yuan shook his head and said, "No, I'm your assistant, and I've just been by your side for half a year."

Song Feilan nodded, not knowing whether he had accepted the status quo or returned to the tranquility before the storm, and asked again: "I am your boss?"

"Well, you are the general manager of Universal Media Co., Ltd."

"The chairman of the company is my father, right?" Song Feilan had a self-deprecating smile on his face.

Tao Yuan didn't speak. First, he didn't know what to say, and second, he felt that the 17-year-old Song Feilan was different from the Song Feilan he had known for half a year.

Mr. Song wiped his mouth after eating, and nestled back on the hospital bed.Tao Yuan probably wasn't very happy to see him like that, but it's a pity that Assistant Tao himself is a boring gourd who is used to relieving stress on his own, and he hasn't understood the boy's mind for some years.After all, Mr. Song's image of a playboy in the early days was too successful, and it can't be reversed by losing his memory overnight, and Assistant Tao didn't want to recruit him.

Song Feilan lay on the bed for a while, didn't fall asleep, and his sad mood also ran away with his dozing off, he looked at Tao Yuan beside the bed, the idle cells in his body became active again, first he stretched his feet out of the bed After shaking, Tao Yuan ignored him, and he said softly, "Brother Tao, are you working?"

"En." Tao Yuan nodded, looking over with gold-rimmed glasses on his high bridge of nose.

Seeing that he was getting attention, Song Feilan finally seized the opportunity as if he had caught a living person: "Brother Tao, are you short-sighted?"

Tao Yuan shook his head: "Not short-sighted."

"Then why are you wearing glasses? You showed me the glasses?" Song Feilan was lying on the edge of the bed, with his chin resting on one arm, and the other hand was struggling to reach out, as if trying to do it himself.

Assistant Tao looked at Song Feilan's late-stage ADHD symptoms, and couldn't imagine how he became what he was later. In the heart of caring for mentally handicapped children, Tao Yuan took off his glasses by himself.Song Feilan watched him take off the plain mirror eyes, not sure if it was real or exaggerated, his mouth opened into an O shape of admiration, covering his cheeks like a girl in Huaichun and screaming: "Brother Tao, you are so handsome!"

Tao Yuan ignored him, put on his glasses again, his eyes returned to the document, Song Feilan was so bored, he sighed lightly, and turned over.When Tao Yuan heard the sound, he followed him with his eyes, thought for a while and said, "Do you want to watch TV? Or play games." He took out the tablet from his briefcase and handed it to Song Feilan.

Song Feilan took it over and exclaimed: "Such high-end electronic products are coming out now?!" When he was 17 years old, there were generally unbreakable blue-screen candy bars on the streets, and PHS phones that had no signal when they were a little closer to the suburbs. At this time, when he got the touch-screen tablet, Mr. Song's head, which couldn't keep up with the trend, instantly became active like chicken blood, and he grinned: "It seems that it is beneficial to travel through time."

Looking at him, Tao Yuan couldn't help smiling, and leaned closer, teaching him how to download games from the app store and how to play small games.For a 17-year-old boy, the flexible control of electronic products is self-taught, and soon he put all his thoughts on the game, and he had no time to idle Tao Yuan.