[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

The boy looked at the words on Wen Ling's notebook and kicked the notebook away.

The other boy looked at Wen Ling's face, and the more he looked at it, the more disgusted he felt. He raised his leg and kicked Wen Ling hard in the stomach.

"You don't even know how to scream when it hurts, what kind of hero are you pretending to be here? Have you watched too many TV dramas? No wonder you two are a perfect match, you ran with Song Lu in your arms, and Song Lu screamed in pain instead of you, I laughed so hard hahahahahaha !!"

Wen Ling bit his lips in pain, and a fishy-sweet rusty smell overflowed from his mouth.

His face was pale while holding his belly, his hair was soaked with cold sweat oozing from his forehead, he looked embarrassed and pitiful.

The man wanted to make another kick, and suddenly screamed in the next second: "Ah!!!"

There was a fruit knife stuck in his lap, which Song Lu took casually from the opposite desk.

With a slight wave of his wrist, the fruit knife stabbed firmly into his leg.

"You like barking dogs, don't you? If you dare to stop today, I promise to chop off your legs." Song Lu's originally light-colored eyes turned scarlet like a wild beast at this moment, and his face was cold like a Rakshasa reincarnated.

"The office area on the 22nd floor is cleared. I'll take care of some things and watch out for others to come in."

The bodyguard's ability to move was extremely fast, and everyone on the 22nd floor left in an orderly manner within a few minutes.

Everyone looked at the tea room with some curiosity, but after meeting the warning eyes of the bodyguards, they looked away resentfully.

"If you hear any untrue rumors in the company, our company will sue the rumormongers according to the law. I hope you all know." The bodyguard stood at the door with a formulaic expression and dictated.

Everyone's expressions became a little subtle. Qiyao's legal department is notoriously scary. It seems that this time the matter is very serious, and ordinary employees are not allowed to inquire.

After confirming that the 22nd floor was completely cleared, Song Lu pulled his lips and revealed a sweet and cruel smile.

"Now, it's time to deal with our affairs."

Song Lu first asked the bodyguards to help Wen Ling up and take him away to the hospital, then leaned on the armrest with his elbows bent, his fingertips lightly resting on his head, lazily and dangerously: "Hold them both down."

The two boys were obviously panicked. When they looked at Song Lu, they lacked confidence but still yelled loudly: "If you dare to fight with us, it will be against the law!! I will sue you!"

The smile on the corners of Song Lu's lips grew wider when he heard this: "Really? That's a deal. If I don't receive the summons from the court in a few days, I'm afraid you will turn the plaintiff into the defendant."

The boy's leg was still bleeding, and his face turned livid from fear.

Song Lu was usually in the office, and they couldn't see anyone except for meetings, so they dared to make jokes about him in the tea room.

Even when he saw Wen Ling, it was because he knew that he was thin and small, so he could be bullied, let alone a mute, how could a mute sue?

But they still underestimated the importance of Wen Ling in Song Lu's heart. They didn't expect that Song Lu actually found out that he had rushed over in such a short time.

"You are such a big company, the general manager of Qiyao, you still beat the employees? If it gets out, how can you hold your face." Another boy gritted his teeth and tried to protect his face.

He didn't believe that Qiyao would be able to bear it if this matter really broke out,

"Well, what you said reminded me." Song Lu nodded slightly, and then smiled, with a cold smile in his narrow eyes.

"The two of you might as well have a fight. If anyone wins the fight, the 10 yuan will be taken away. I will not pursue this matter. I will sue the person who loses and release the monitoring. I I can assure you that as long as he is still in City A, he will not even think about working in any decent company."

10 yuan!

Those who win can have 10 yuan, and they don't have to bear legal responsibility!

These words are tantamount to trying a huge temptation, and the expressions of the two people looking at each other suddenly become ferocious.

The consequences for those who lose are simply ruining their future.

The uninjured person jumped up and kicked the boy's injured leg.

The boy screamed in pain, and then strangled his neck tightly.

The two wrestled together, killing each other.

Song Lu just watched with cold eyes, as if watching two dogs biting each other through an iron cage.

Human nature is such a dirty thing, as long as there is a little profit to be made, no matter how close the previous relationship was, it will become an enemy who turns against each other.

Look at the two of them now, they are no different from idiots.

The little guy who was bullying him with the same hatred just a second ago, fought for 10 yuan so quickly.

The two fought more and more fiercely. The boy turned over and rode on the boy with the injured leg, holding his wound tightly, and pinching his neck with the other hand.

Apparently they've got red eyes.

The boy grabbed the fruit knife that Song Lu had just stuck into his leg from the ground, and stabbed it hard into the back of the boy's ears.

The boy above screamed, and then his whole body crashed to the ground.

"I killed...I killed..."

Song Lu's wheelchair was blocked at the door, and he casually took out his mobile phone: "Hello, Jinglin District Police Station? I tore Qiyao's manager with my hands. There was a very nasty brawl with a weapon here. Please come here for a while." trip."

The boy's expression gradually changed from astonishment to disbelief.

"Didn't you say that the winner will give 10 yuan? What about the money? Give it to me!"

Song Lu turned the phone in his hand, his eyes were filled with cold malice: "Of course I will give the money, as for how to give it..."

He opened his lips slightly, and smiled wantonly: "I'll burn it to you."

The boy was already in a state of madness with his eyes wide open, and charged towards Song Lu with a knife.

"I'll kill you! You must die!!"

The bodyguard raised his leg and put his foot on his stomach, and kicked the boy several meters to the wall.

"Are you hurt?"

"You did a good job. You caught the man. Keep the scene of the crime before the police come. Don't let either of these two people go."

The bodyguard nodded: "Understood."

Song Lu was sent to the special car to the hospital, and he took the VIP channel all the way to the inpatient department.

When they arrived at the ward, the little nurse had just put Wen Ling on the water.

"Is it a family member in Ward 402?"

Song Lu nodded: "How is he? Where is he injured?"

The little nurse glanced at Wen Ling who was still in a coma: "The spleen is bleeding and damaged, and there are soft tissue contusions on the arm and right ankle. I need to be hospitalized for observation for a few days."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you."

Entering the ward, Song Lu looked at Wen Ling who was sleeping with a pale face, the little guy's hands were clenched tightly, as if he was having a nightmare.

His fingers lightly pressed against the back of Wen Ling's hand, and it was really cold.

Song Lu stretched out his hand and interlocked his slender knuckles to warm his hands.

"Hey, I'll avenge you." He gently stroked Wen Ling's head, and the love in his eyes grew thicker.

Wen Ling is different.

Human nature is filthy and rotten, even his own mother can want to destroy him for his own selfish desires.

But his little one was so clean that he was a little hard to touch.

He would be worried that his ears would be hurt by the sharp and miserable screams, so he immediately covered his ears with those immature hands.

He would be criticized by others because of himself, even if he knew he couldn't beat him, but he was still covered in bruises and tried to protect him with insignificant strength.

Such a Wen Ling is worthy of all the best things in this world.

The emotions in his heart were surging, and Song Lu could clearly sense his stubborn and crazy love.

He has fallen, and he is happy.

............

When Wen Ling opened his eyes, he felt pain all over his body.

He looked at the strange and spacious room. The bedside cabinet was standard in the hospital.

"Are you awake?" Song Lu sat on the wheelchair beside him, watching Wen Ling sit up palely.

When Wen Ling saw Song Lu, he eagerly wanted to find his little notebook, but he couldn't find it after searching around.

The inability to communicate made Wen Ling anxious, and Song Lu handed him the unopened box beside him: "Open it and have a look."

Wen Ling was a little puzzled when he took the box. He opened the package and saw that it was the latest ipad and a pen.

"Use this in the future."

Wen Ling's eyes widened, he opened the drawing software on the tablet, and quickly wrote on it with the tip of a pen: [This is too expensive, I can't accept it. 】

"This is a reward for you, don't refuse it." Song Lu patted Wen Ling's head, showing no secret of pampering.

Wen Ling thought for a while and wrote: [Are you injured?Those two people didn't hit you, did they? 】

The smile in Song Lu's eyes faded a lot, but he still explained in a gentle voice: "How could they dare to fight with me, I've already settled the matter, don't worry."

Kissing Wen Ling's forehead with his lips, Song Lu's eyes showed an amazing desire for protection: "I will never let anyone who hurts you go."

Wen Ling noticed that he was in a bad mood, and didn't know how to comfort Song Lu, so he could only gently stroke his head with his hand as a comfort.

"Anything else to ask?"

Wen Ling looked around the room, paused for a moment, and wrote; [The wards here should be expensive, right?I feel that my body is fine, let's go back. 】

"Don't worry about the cost, it's not something you should think about." Song Lu made a phone call, and after a while, the special assistant rushed over with a brand new lunch box.

"Mr. Song, your meal."

The special assistant quickly pulled out the table top of the hospital bed, helped Wen Ling raise the backrest to a comfortable position, and then opened the lunch boxes one by one in an orderly manner.

Millet sea cucumber porridge, herbal chicken, stir-fried shredded lettuce, pork ribs and corn soup, and a bottle of yogurt.

Wen Ling's saliva was almost drooling, it was all his favorite dishes! !

Song Lu looked at Wen Ling's greedy face, bent his lips and asked, "Want to eat?"

Wen Ling nodded quickly.

Unexpectedly, Song Lu suddenly raised his chin, with bewitching eyes in his brown eyes: "Kiss me, I'll eat it for you."