[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

Wen Ling's fair face turned red in an instant. He looked at the fragrant food, and then at that beautiful face.

Slowly propped up, Wen Ling leaned forward and kissed Song Lu lightly on the cheek.

In the next second, the soft flesh on the back of the neck was pinched, and the small mouth that was originally kissing the face was straightened, and the kiss on the bright lips was accurate.

Song Lu's tongue poked out gently, with aggression, compared to Wen Ling's green kiss on the cheek, it was a completely possessive kiss.

Looking at the little guy's steamy eyes, there is a little delicate redness, and when he looks at himself, he is very cute.

"That's called kissing." Song Lu's eyes were filled with a satisfied smile, and his voice was low and bewitching, causing Wen Ling's ears to bleed red.

Wen Ling's head was dizzy and his injuries sank into the soft clouds, making him confused for a moment whether it was a dream or reality.

Song Lu pinched Wen Ling's earlobe and gently played with it.Seeing the little guy's snow-white and round earlobes turning bright red little by little, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wen Ling felt it carefully, and pointed to his arm and ankle with his little finger.

Song Lu patted Wen Ling's head, hiding the dark emotions in his eyes from an angle that Wen Ling couldn't see.

"Hey, I'll avenge you."

Song Lu fed Wen Ling slowly. The little guy was very obedient, and his cheeks bulged with every mouthful, so cute.

After eating enough, Wen Ling couldn't help but squinted his eyes, with a little trouble in his eyes.

It seems that after the body is injured, it is easy to get sleepy, and it may also be the reason for hanging water.

Song Lu kissed Wen Ling's forehead, put his bed back to a flat position, and gently patted his belly with his big hands with slender fingers: "Sleep."

Unprecedented warmth wrapped Wen Ling, closed his eyes, Wen Ling almost fell asleep with the pillow on his face.

Seeing the little guy's defenseless sleeping face, Song Lu raised his hand and called the special assistant.

"How are things going?"

"Mr. Song, we have handed over the monitoring of the tea room to the police. Now one of them is in the hospital and the other is under administrative detention. What do you need to do?"

The drops in the hanging water were still falling drop by drop, Song Lu pulled his lips, his eyes were muddy like a swamp: "How to do it? Do you still need me to teach you?"

The special assistant paused for a moment, and then quickly said: "Understood Mr. Song."

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

In the interrogation room, Song Lu, as a witness in the tea room, pointed at the boy holding the knife with his usual expression.

"It was he who beat my lover."

The boy 'slapped' the table emotionally: "Obviously he was the one who committed a bitch first and wanted to fight with me!"

Song Lu's eyes turned cold in an instant, he stared at the boy like a dead object, the boy was about to say something nasty, but at this moment, it was as if his throat was pinched, and he couldn't utter a word.

"The monitoring shows that it is very clear that although he rushed over first, after you knocked him down, you made up six or seven feet in a row, causing varying degrees of physical damage to him. This is excessive defense and you must pay legal responsibility. .And you maliciously stabbed someone with a knife, this is a very bad criminal case.” The policeman’s expression was solemn, and his pen was writing records in his notebook.

The boy's eyes were almost protruding from his sockets: "It's him! He made the two of us fight! He said that if one of us wins, he can give 10 yuan. Write it off, otherwise we will not be able to get along in City A, he is the one who threatened us!"

Song Lu sat in a wheelchair and threw the recorder on the table, in which they clearly recorded their humiliating words.

The policeman's expression became more and more serious: "You can also be detained for arbitrarily insulting others in public. You young people are all highly educated. Are you all legally illiterate?"

The boy's expression gradually faded, he opened his mouth wide to argue, but Song Lu cut off his words.

"I really think what you just said is a little funny. You beat my lover, why should I give you 10 yuan to forgive you? Secondly, do you think a company as big as Qiyao is a gangster? Of course you beat people It’s the police who will deal with it, and you can say things like whether you’re going to mess around or not, are you a brain obsession born of reading too many novels?”

Song Lu's words were extremely sarcasm, and the boy stood up angrily and shouted loudly: "You are lying! You are lying!! You are the one who said it!!"

"If you can't produce substantive evidence, then you are slandering and slandering me, and there will be another charge in court." Song Lu bent his lips and looked at the boy calmly, shaking his head slightly.

The boy was suddenly angry and wanted to rush over to Song Lu: "You cripple, why don't you die? You can't stand up and still hurt me here, you die!!"

The two auxiliary police officers kicked him on the knee nimbly, knelt on the ground and handcuffed him: "Be honest! Do you think this is your home? Do you dare to do anything in the police station?"

Song Lu's expression was appropriately frightened. He looked at the policeman with a smile on his deep and handsome features: "Comrade policeman, I'm sorry to trouble you. If you need any evidence, you can contact me at any time. Qiyao will definitely cooperate."

The policeman nodded: "There is nothing to drink today, you should go back first."

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

When Wen Ling woke up, the ward was pitch black, and there was no one in sight.

He curled up in fear, the internal injury on his stomach would hurt badly if he moved even a little, so he just hugged his knees and stared at the door, waiting quietly for Song Lu.

Not long after, the door was slowly pushed open, and the incandescent lamp belonging to the corridor leaked some light into the room.

Song Lu turned on the warm light in the ward, and the little guy curled up on the bed, with a flash of panic on his pale face.

After seeing Song Lu, he looked like a baby bird attached to its master, and watched Song Lu walking towards him in the wheelchair.

"Why did you wake up?"

Wen Ling took out the ipad, wiped the screen with his hands cherishingly, and then wrote on the board: [I can't sleep anymore, and I just woke up not long ago. 】

"are you hungry?"

Wen Ling shook his head, he just woke up in the afternoon, he ate a lot, and hadn't digested it all this time.

He held the tip of his pen and thought for a while: [When can I be discharged from the hospital? 】

The expenses in the ward were too high, and he didn't want Song Lu to waste money on himself because of this.

"I'll be discharged from the hospital in a few days, my boy, just persevere." Song Lu squeezed Wen Ling's little hand, the back of that white hand was covered with needles, looking a bit pitiful.

Kissing the back of his hand gently with his lips, Song Lu raised his eyes, and the light-colored pupils just stared at him dotingly.

Wen Ling lowered his head in embarrassment, then nodded obediently.

Song Lu bent his lips: "It's so cute."

As he spoke, he pinched the soft flesh on the back of Wen Ling's neck and kissed it: "A reward for a good boy."

Wen Ling's small mouth was moist and red and swollen, and he looked very attractive. He was holding Song Lu's clothes tightly, like a cute and beautiful doll.

Song Lu rested his chin on Wen Ling's shoulder and sighed, "Just stay with me forever."

Wen Ling raised his hand and gently stroked Song Lu's hair, rubbing his cheek against the top of his hair, as if silently agreeing.

He didn't see the sick and stubborn love in Song Lu's eyes, he hugged Wen Ling's waist tightly, as if wanting to blend into his flesh and blood: "Don't go back on your word."

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

After Wen Ling came back from the hospital, he noticed that something had changed visibly with the naked eye.

The most obvious is everyone's attitude towards him.

In the past, because of that woman, many people either alienated him or followed him, but now they are all very enthusiastic about him.

"I heard that you were sick a few days ago. How is your health? Are you feeling better?"

"I have tea eggs cooked by myself, do you want to eat them? Let me get you one, it will get better soon."

Everyone chatted in one go, with flattering expressions and hypocritical smiles, Wen Ling saw their expressions clearly.

"Don't just give away the rags that don't make it to the table." A deep and cold voice sounded from behind Wen Ling. As soon as these words came out, the people who had surrounded Wen Ling and talked to each other were instantly silent.

They dispersed slowly, looking at each other.

If Wen Ling was embarrassed to refuse, then Song Lu was clearly refusing for Wen Ling at this moment.

How could they have seen everyone in Wen Ling before, but now they are just playing with the wind.

After all, no one thought that such a little mute could really make Song Lu like this, wishing he could take it with him everywhere.

Holding Wen Ling's hand, Song Lu went into the special elevator without hesitation.

Madam surprisingly didn't react when she found out about this incident. It seemed that in order to make up for what she owed Song Lu, as long as it was what Song Lu liked and wanted, she would unconditionally support it.

After Wen Ling followed Song Lu into the bedroom, he suddenly found that his cartoon toothbrush and cup were gone, replaced by a brand new sky blue tooth cup and matching toothbrush of the same style as Song Lu.

Even the facial cleanser has become a brand that I have never seen before.

"Your former frog prince was thrown away by me." Song Lu's eyes were slightly teased: "How old are you, and you still use children's facial cleanser."

At that moment, Wen Ling's blood rushed from his ears to his neck due to his strong sense of shame.

He lowered his head and pinched the corner of his clothes tightly, his head even started to go empty.

There was a rustling sound next to her ear, she raised her head, and what she saw was the firm and beautiful chest muscles and waist.

The mermaid line stretches down along the sides of the abdominal muscles, flirting and guzzling.

Song Lu didn't know when he sat on the platform of the bathing pool and hooked his fingers towards Wen Ling.

Wen Ling walked over in a daze as if he had been bewitched.

The soft fingers were gently pulled up and stuck to the beautifully textured and hormonal-filled abdominal muscles, and there was a light breath in the ear.

"Good baby, do you like it?"