With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

The night was as dark as ink.

Heavy rain and strong wind.

"President Song, we're here." Assistant Zhou Shu said, looking at the man in the back seat who was still working with a computer on his lap.

Song Xingqing closed the computer, glanced out the car window, and saw an Audi A6 quietly parked by the side of the road. It was a car issued by his father's unit. He opened the door and got out of the car.

Zhou Shu held an umbrella for him, respectfully followed half a step behind him, and walked towards the car next to him.

Leaning on the seat with his eyes closed, Song Ningsheng, who had calmed down a little during this period, opened his eyes and opened the window when he heard the sound of knocking on the window.

"Dad, where's Uncle Wang?" Song Xingqing frowned slightly when he smelled alcohol, and Jun's face also showed a bit of seriousness: "Your skills are not good, why do you drive after drinking? Why don't you call a substitute driver? "

These words were originally for his own good.

But Song Ning was full of anger before he was born, and when he was taught by his own son, he became angry instantly, and his tone was aggressive and fierce: "Are you my father, or am I your father? Are you teaching me now?"

Song Xingqing was a little dazed by the scolding, and his brows frowned even tighter. He said helplessly, "Dad, that's not what I mean. I'm just worried about your safety."

Take the gunpowder.

Why are you so angry.

"Worried about my safety, you should worry about whether that stinky girl will be cheated away by a wild man!" Song Ningsheng lost his composure completely, his refined and handsome face flushed red.

Song Xingqing hesitated for a moment and asked, "Dad, you mean Song Yu?"

What did she do to make dad angry like this.

It has been many years, and he has not seen his father lose his composure in such a way, and he is so angry.

"Who else but her?" Song Ning trembled angrily, gritted her molars and said, "What is she doing with a wild man at night? Our Song family will lose face sooner or later! "

what will she do

She is so annoying!

Seeing that he was angry, Song Xingqing didn't dare to interrupt.

Song Ningsheng, on the other hand, hadn't completely passed the alcohol, and started to ramble, telling all the things that happened, the most important two points, Song Yu ignored him, refused to obey the discipline, and was kind to the wild man!

Song Xingqing heard a black line on his forehead, finally spoke, and asked worriedly: "Dad, is she injured?"

Song Ningsheng was stunned for a moment, his flushed face became even redder, and he was so guilty that he murmured, but didn't say anything, and yelled at him: "Look what I'm doing, I don't know, call her quickly, Ask where she is."

Did she get hurt?

When he saw her with the cripple, he just got angry and didn't notice.

Song Xingqing understood that he had been angered, coughed lowly, felt guilty, and lowered his voice: "Dad, I don't have her mobile phone number, give it to me!"

Song Ningsheng:? ?

Father and son.

In the wind and rain.

Eyes wide open.

"Useless trash." Song Ningsheng cursed, pointing at him angrily: "Without you, I wouldn't ask someone to ask for it!"

When he came back here, he wanted to call her.

But when he took out his mobile phone, he realized that he didn't have her number or other contact information.

I don't have the face to ask someone else to ask for it, so I can only wait for him to come over and ask him to call Song Yu.

Who knows, he didn't have Song Yu's phone number either.

Song Xingqing called Song Xingfeng, turned off the phone, and called Song Xingji, but no one answered. In the end, he used his personal relationship to check the monitoring and found out that she had gone to the nearest hospital.

The hospital is a small district hospital, and it is still private.

After asking clearly, I realized that they had left 10 minutes ago.

Song Xingqing stood at the entrance of the hospital, looking at the pitch-black rain, his brows were frowned with worry.

Song Ning was angry and didn't say anything: "Tell me, she's from a girl's family, and she left with a man who doesn't know her roots. What if the man has bad intentions and treats her badly?"

Song Xingqing didn't speak, but the obvious disappointment flashed across his eyes.

They didn't raise her for a day, and they didn't teach her anything. After picking her up, they ignored her.

just now.

What qualifications do they have, what status do they have, to preach her?

*

rain.

Keep going.

In the patter of rain.

Song Yu slept very comfortably.

Until a crisp glass shattering sound broke the tranquility.

She opened her eyes and got out of bed.

The moment the door opens.

in the living room.

Fu Hanyu's gaze also looked over.

The light in the corridor was not turned on, and only by the faint light from the living room, I could see her slender figure in a silk nightgown and her sleepy beautiful face.

He tried his best not to tremble, but his voice was hoarse: "Sorry, I woke you up."

They are far apart, as far as three rooms away.

Song Yu smelled a strong smell of alcohol very sensitively, which was a bit pungent, his eyes turned cold, and he walked over quickly, with irrepressible anger in his voice: "Fu Hanyu, you don't want to live anymore, your spleen is bleeding, You're still drinking!"

Fu Hanyu looked at the wine bottle that fell on the ground, it was shattered everywhere, and the wine was spilled all over the floor, a little self-deprecating, and a little panicked, he justified in a hoarse voice: "I haven't drunk it yet."

Song Yu had already walked over aggressively, and when he got closer, he could see clearly his pale and sick face. The hand placed on the armrest of the wheelchair was tightly grasped, but it was still trembling slightly.

"Isn't it..."

"Does it hurt?"

Four eyes facing each other.

Fu Hanyu looked at her, smiled with a smile on the corner of his lips, shook his head, but his voice began to tremble uncontrollably: "No, it doesn't hurt very much."

"You can't drink even if it hurts. Drinking alcohol only temporarily paralyzes your nerves, but it can't relieve the pain." Song Yu's eyes were red and his nose was a little sore. He moved his wheelchair to the side to avoid the broken wine bottle.

Fu Hanyu couldn't help laughing, and lightly parted his thin, abnormally gray lips: "Understood, Song Da..."

His voice did not fall.

Her weak and boneless hands hugged him from behind, her chin rested on his shoulder, and she whispered: "Fu Hanyu, did you often drink alcohol before?"

She clearly remembers.

He gets drunk when he gets alcohol.

"Not often." Fu Hanyu shook his head, every cell in his body was screaming in pain, only where she touched, the blood was burning, and the pain was fading away.

"Holding won't hurt anymore." Song Yu said.

Her soft and waxy voice burned in my ears.

Fu Hanyu only felt that there was a string in her heart, which was snapped, and the last touch of reason was also dissipated. She clasped her wrist with a big hand and pulled it lightly.

Song Yu's whole body was pulled into his arms by him, and he obediently let him hold him, feeling his temperature, and his slight uncontrollable trembling because of the severe pain.

His chin rested on her shoulder, his lips pressed against her ear, his voice was hoarse and broken, and he repeated word by word: "It doesn't hurt to hug her."

The remaining rationality told him that enough was enough, enough was enough.

But the body is clamoring frantically, not enough, not enough at all!

"Fish."

he called her.

Song Yu raised his eyes and saw that his eyes were full of bright stars, which were full of her appearance. Pressing the beating heart in his chest, his voice became hoarse: "Huh?"

"Can I kiss you?"