I'm not unlucky at all

The back of Song Wenlu's hand was burned.

He thought that Song Xing was crying in pain, so he quickly pressed the young man's shoulders and turned his face to look at it.

Seeing Song Xing's head covered in sweat unexpectedly, the man was stunned and asked, "Where's the towel?"

Song Xing wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, and wiped off a drop of water. At the end, he sneezed while shivering, not knowing whether it was from the cold or the heat.

In short the face is very red.

Song Wenlu put down the ointment and went to the bathroom. There was a rough towel hanging in it. It was supposed to be white at first, but after being used for a long time, it turned yellowish.

The towel was not uncomfortable to hold in the hand, it was hard and sticky, but it smelled like it had been carefully scrubbed with transparent soap, and it was a faint lemon fragrance.

There were still some mottled scratches engraved on the mirror in front of the towel, and Song Wenlu's fingers felt it rough.

Outside, Song Xing, who was rubbing his wrist, sneezed twice in succession.

He frowned, and looked up to see the man coming out of the bathroom with a towel, and put the towel on his hair.

"Scrub."

The pointer has reached two o'clock in the middle of the night, the medicine is wiped off, and the two of them washed their faces separately, simply wiped their limbs and neck with a towel, and then lay down on the bed with their clothes together.

Song Xing's bed is a 1.6-meter-long single bed. It is hot in the room, so a bamboo mat is spread on the bed to relieve the heat.

When the original body was still there, he had a bad sleeping position, and often woke up with a mark on one side of his face that was pressed by the mat, and it took a long time to get rid of it each time, and he was always laughed at when he went to the construction site.

Song Xing is different from Lu Yuan, he sleeps very peacefully, and his posture when he sleeps often does not change much from when he wakes up.

A single bed is enough to sleep Song Xing alone, but adding a tall adult man, it is obviously not the case.

The bed was close to the wall, Song Xing got on the bed first, and slept in it with her legs curled up.

Song Wenlu was lying on his back, sleeping on the outside, but a pair of long legs were still exposed, and the calf was exposed, dangling like a swing.

He said, "Xiaolu, go further in."

Song Xing pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Song, I'm already leaning against the wall."

The wall is cool, but the back is full of stuffy heat and the man's exhaled heat. There are two worlds of ice and fire. Song Xing already regrets why he didn't let the man stay in the nearby hotel across Jiangning Street.

A piece of Song Wenlu's back was hanging outside the bed, as if it might fall off at any time.

The two of them slept on one pillow, but there was still a piece of pillow between them.Song Wenlu moved in slightly, and the two of them squeezed their arms and legs together, flesh to flesh through a pair of thin suit pants.

Song Xing was squeezed into cold and hot, and after a while, a layer of sweat broke out on his back.

How can not sleep.

And Song Wenlu didn't dare to move anymore.

His sadness is no worse than Song Xing's, he is full of heat and anger, the room is stuffy and airtight, and there is a warm person in front of him, both himself and his little brother are full of energy.

Before Song Xing fell asleep, his T-shirt was changed into a cooler overalls vest. His white arms were as dry as chickens, and even the whole chest and back covered by the vest could be seen with distinct ribs. The one with a little meat may be the one on the buttocks, but it's still too shabby.

Right now Song Wenlu couldn't remember why he misunderstood the young man as that kind of person when he first met him.

Obviously there is no attractive capital at all.

Maybe it's because of the young man's familiar and beautiful way of putting out cigarettes?

The beautiful fireworks exploded and extinguished at hand, and the fleeting decadence was beautiful.

Staring at the back of Song Xing's head, the man was a little distracted.

The boy's slightly fetal yellow short hair was wiped dry and fell loosely around his neck.

It must be soft to the touch.

Maybe it was too tired, or maybe the cool wall was very comfortable to lean against. Although Song Xing felt a little uncomfortable, she soon fell asleep.

When he fell asleep, he was very obedient, breathing evenly, and his body would gradually shrink to one place, and he would stretch out again when he was about to wake up.

Listening to the gradual and regular breathing in his ears, Song Wenlu gradually narrowed his eyes.

Half-dream and half-awake, he always felt mosquitos flying around his ears, closed his eyes and waved his hands twice, the sound of the mosquitoes died down, but his trousers got bitten, it was numb and itchy.

The man wanted to curl his legs and grab it, but he couldn't reach it.

But it was so itchy that I had to sit up from the bed and scratch.

It was at this moment that the phone vibrated, and it was Song Wenyan who was calling.

Song Wenlu frowned, his eyes turned cold, and he picked up the phone while scratching.

"Brother, did you have a good time tonight?" Song Wenyan said casually on the other side of the phone. He probably drank, his tongue was protruding and he couldn't speak clearly, and his tone was flirtatious, "I just prepared the person for you tonight, brother. I didn’t train you and sent it to you. Big brother is going to be a flower protector and a hero to save the beauty so soon. Tell me quickly, big brother, did the careful master throw himself into his arms? Are you happy?”

"Song Wenyan." Song Wenlu's tone became a little more serious, and he pinched the mosquito bag without careful force, and his voice was cold and low, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Song Wenyan didn't care about the man's cold tone, hiccupped and smiled and said, "I definitely don't want to do anything, mainly because of my elder brother. You have a man who is a lover, grandpa doesn't know about it, right? I just don't know how the old man will treat you, a little lover, if he knows about it."

"...He's not." Song Wenlu said with a frown.

Only now did I vaguely understand that the purpose of Song Wenyan's call was to threaten.

Do you think you have a male lover?So I thought I had caught him.

Song Wenlu's thoughts moved quickly. He combined Song Xing's unfamiliarity with the name Song Wenyan before, and told Song Wenyan that the young man was his lover. Only then did he realize that the sudden kidnapping of the young man tonight was probably because he was kidnapped. He was implicated in an innocent disaster, and was unlucky without knowing it.

Song Wenlu was still thinking, but Song Wenyan spoke again.

"Brother, don't deny it. After all, everyone has slept in the same bed, right? We all know what a man can do in bed." Song Wenyan had expected that the man would not admit it, so he casually talked on the phone She smiled and said, "Otherwise, how about we make a deal? I'll help you get married with your little lover, and you will give me Mayor Huang's daughter."

"...To tell you the truth, I slept with Huang Shanshan."

"If you're lucky, Huang Shanshan may have our Song family's seed by now."

Song Wenyan was still chattering drunkenly: "Big brother, my good big brother, little brother, I have never been able to grab you since I was a child, but this woman is the only one, you give it to me, give it to me, we are still good brothers."

Song Wenlu listened coldly and did not speak.

He never imagined that Huang Shanshan and Song Wenyan would get together in the end.

But it's none of his business, especially Huang Shanshan.

As for good brothers?

It's better not to be a good brother who only wants to divide the family property in his mind every day.

Song Wenyan also said some false words on the other end, and Song Wenlu listened to it and passed it.

In the end, he only wanted Song Wenyan to promise not to touch Song Xing again, and the two ended the call.

As soon as the phone was put down, Song Wenlu subconsciously turned his head to see if he woke him up, and the person beside him trembled suddenly.

Song Xing only felt that the stove behind him had gone out, and he was going to die of cold by himself against the cold wall.

Song Wenlu lay back on the bed, and the boy quickly moved back against his back, and quickly moved into his arms, almost pushing him out of the bed abruptly, muttering something in his mouth.

Listen carefully, it seems to be "comfortable".

The muscles on his arms stiffened for a second or two, and Song Wenlu reacted. He clasped the edge of the bed with his backhand. Thinking of what Song Wenyan said just now, his eyes dimmed, and he wanted to push the boy away.

But in the end there was no action.

He softened.

But why are you soft-hearted?

That feeling of ambiguity made Song Wenlu's attitude when facing Song Xing extremely vacillating.

Song Wenyan told him, don't deny it.

Song Wenlu closed his eyes, and there was a group of emotions that had never been born in his heart that was growing silently until it broke his heart and went straight to the depths of his mind.

After lighting a cigarette and smoking it slowly, Song Wenlu looked at the person lying on the bed through the smoke, and the brother felt a little ready to move.

Now he had to admit that he had a different feeling for a big boy named Lu Yuan.

Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, Song Wenlu stared helplessly at the back of the boy's head for a while, then sighed again.

He lay down on the head of the bed again, and couldn't resist running his fingers into Song Xing's short fluffy hair and gently caressing it.

It is as soft as imagined.

After smoothing the hair, the man stretched out his hand to wrap around Song Xing's waist.The boy in his sleep was still looking for a heat source, he hugged him in his arms and covered him, the boy quickly settled down, and until the middle of the night, the two of them were so close that even sticky sweat dripped down, and he didn't relax any more. open hands.

A rooster fed by a tenant downstairs crowed.

The sun comes out, it's a new day.

When Song Xing woke up, the man was leaning against the door smoking a cigarette.

I don't know when the other party woke up. The suit has been put on again, and the hair is combed neatly. Although the eyes are a little black and blue, the overall spirit is not bad.

030 said happily: "Today's mission goal is in great condition! The loneliness value is stable at around 27, which is already the lowest value in the past few days."

Song Xing was also in a good mood, greeted the man, got up and went to the bathroom to flush the toilet.

After coming out of the toilet, the man was still standing by the door, the cigarette ash was wrapped in a piece of paper, and the ground was not dirty.

Song Xing said, "Mr. Song is leaving?"

Song Wenlu said yes.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the young boy's long and thin legs exposed under his shorts, and after a long while, he slowly said to Song Xing: "Song Wenyan probably won't bother you anymore, don't worry about meeting yesterday again. Something like that."

Song Xing was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He didn't ask the man what was going on in the middle of it carefully. In many cases, it might not be good to ask the bottom line.

This is the end of the matter.

Before leaving, Song Wenlu left Song Xing with his phone number, which was a business card.

He hasn't figured out how to deal with the boy next, so he has to calm down first.

And not long after he left Tongzilou, someone knocked on the door of Song Xing's rental house.

Lu Daliu didn't sleep well all night. After dawn, he ran to the construction site. When he met Zhao Lao Er, he directly held his head and beat him.

With brute strength, he found the right place and greeted Zhao Laoer. Zhao Laoer was not around during the day, and was beaten by Lu Daliu with a bruised nose and a swollen face. In the end, it was the workers on the construction site who pulled Lu Daliu away. Only then did he save his life.

Lu Daliu thought about it, but he still couldn't swallow Zhao Lao Er's breath. The Song family had nothing to do with each other, but what about Zhao Lao Er?

A foreman at a construction site, as far as he is a bachelor, said that he had already received his wages for the first few months, and the money invested in the construction site was also in a clear way. He is not afraid of Zhao Lao Er. I can't keep working here, I have to find another job.

It's no big deal either.

Lu Daliu, who finished beating Zhao's second son, didn't care about others to keep him, and left the construction site with his own things without looking back.

In fact, compared to Zhao Laoer's misery, there is nothing good to see on his body. It is all scratches and teeth marks from being scratched and bitten by Zhao Laoer's man. There is no bleeding, but it hurts.

But it's nice to beat someone up like that.

Lu Daliu thought about it, and took the bus all the way to the outside of the Tongzilou that Song Xing had told him about before.

He walked upstairs, and first met a fat woman on the second floor, with burns on her face, and a tired and gloomy expression. At first glance, it seemed that her life was not going well, and she was unhappy everywhere.

At first, Lu Daliu didn't want to ask the woman which floor Song Xing was on, but after the woman stared at him and asked him whether he was looking for someone or renting a house, Lu Daliu realized that the woman was the landlord here.

Since it is the landlord, it is easy to say.

Lu Daliu rubbed his hands and asked, "Sister, do you know that there is a boy named Lu Yuan among your tenants? I am his elder brother. I came from a village and my name is Lu Daliu. He died yesterday. Something, today I want to see how others are doing."

In fact, he is not sure that Song Xing is okay now, he thought about what happened last night all night, and when he fell asleep, he dreamed that the child was beaten with blood all over his face, staring straight at himself why he didn't save him his look.

Chen Sancui looked Lu Daliu up and down, but didn't see any resemblance between Lu Daliu and Song Xing, so he said, "Are you looking for Xiaolu?"

Lu Daliu laughed twice: "Yes, yes."

Chen Sancui squinted at this simple and honest man again, he didn't look like a bad guy.

She said: "Xiaolu lives in the room on the left side on the fourth floor. You'd better knock loudly when you knock on the door. He usually gets off work late and sleeps deeply during the day."

Lu Daliu raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Sister, do you know Xiaolu very well?"

Chen Sancui smiled, and put her hair behind her ears. The wound on her face looked grim, but her voice was calm: "Xiaolu is a very good boy. But you said something happened to him last night, what happened to him? "

Lu Daliu looked pale and sighed.

Chen Sancui didn't ask any more, and said to Lu Daliu, "Wait a minute." He went back to the house and took out half a plastic bag of milk. After hesitating for a while, Chen Sancui took out two more bags from it, and then handed it to Lu Daliu , "Take it to Xiaolu, and just say thank you for helping me last time. If there is any difficulty, I, as a sister, can charge him less next month's rent."

Lu Daliu took the milk flattered.

Pure milk is still quite a famous brand.

The supermarket sells two yuan and six bags, and there are at least a dozen bags inside.

He carried a bag of milk upstairs, collected himself in front of the rental house, and raised his hand to pat it down.

Song Xing quickly opened the door, and saw Lu Daliu standing outside the door with a disheveled face, his pockets were covered with dirt, like a homeless man sleeping on the street.

"Brother Liu, why are you here?"

Song Xing brought him into the house, and Lu Daliu looked at Song Xing all over before and after. Seeing that Song Xing was alive and kicking, he let go of his hanging heart and asked, "Xiao Lu, you were taken away last night." Have you ever been bullied by Zhao Lao Er and the others? And who is the Song family who troubled you, and when did you offend such people?"

Song Xing poured water for Lu Daliu in a paper cup, and Lu Daliu drank it in one gulp, staring at Song Xing with burning eyes.

Song Xing rubbed his wrist, the bruise on his head was rubbed by the man yesterday, but it didn't hurt much today, but it was even scarier just looking at it.

It was for this reason that Song Xing found a piece of the original owner's long-sleeved clothes in advance and put them on to cover up the traces, so that he didn't let the follower Lu Daliu in front of him worry blindly.

Skipping the part about Aunt Jin, Song Xing briefly told Lu Da Liu about what happened last night, and finally said: "Mr. Song saved me."

Lu Daliu breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as people are fine, Mr. Song is really a good person."

Song Xing pursed her lips and smiled: "He is indeed a very good person."

Unknowingly, Song Wenlu was issued a good person card by the two people surnamed Lu one after another.

Not only that, although Lu Daliu has been in the society for a few years, he is straightforward and honest. He thinks that a big man as powerful as Mr. Song will come forward to save Lu Yuan. Kindness, we must thank others.

Lu Daliu rubbed his hands to count the little money in his hand, and asked Song Xing: "Xiao Lu, do you have the contact information of Mr. Song?"

Song Xing said: "Yes." Before the man left in the morning, he left a business card with a phone number written on it.

The business card has a golden edge, which is high-end and elegant, just like all kinds of custom-made suits worn by men, exquisite and decent.

With just one glance, you can tell that this person is not from the same world as them.

Lu Daliu and Song Xing thought differently: "He helped us so much, so we have to thank him face to face for everything we say."

Song Xing said: "Brother Liu, I have thanked Mr. Song."

Lu Daliu sneered: "What do you know, kid? It's useless to say thank you. Don't worry about it. This time, my brother will thank you for you. Later, you can call Mr. Song and make an appointment." Time, let’s invite him to dinner, he will decide the time and place.”

Song Xing looked at Lu Daliu helplessly.

The man is very stubborn in this area, he really wants to thank Song Wenlu.

If it weren't for this good Mr. Song, Lu Yuan might not be the person he is now.

"Hey, that's right." Lu Daliu suddenly remembered the bag of milk he carried for Chen Sancui, and hurriedly opened the bag and handed it to Song Xing, "The landlord downstairs asked me to bring it to you, saying that it was you last time Thank you for helping her with something."

Song Xing was taken aback for a moment: "Sister Chen?"

Lu Daliu nodded: "It seems to be this surname, a fat woman with injuries on her face."

Song Xing took out the bag of milk, the date on it was still fresh.

Leaving Lu Daliu to have lunch in Tongzilou, Lu Daliu urged Song Xing to make a call.

Song Xing pinched his business card, and in his hand was Lu Daliu's mobile phone.

His second-hand mobile phone was taken away by gangsters last night, and he probably can't get it back.

A string of mobile phone numbers, Song Xing pressed down seriously, and soon it rang three times, and was picked up.

Song Wenlu had just finished a meeting, and the meeting focused on the progress of the construction of the lot tomorrow.Several directors thought that the resources provided by the land mark were excessive, and wanted to transfer some funds back to other places, but Song Wenlu vetoed it.

"The resources are sufficient, but the progress is slower than the next month's work. I think the problem should be the urban construction personnel of tomorrow's construction itself. I remember that Mr. Zhao participated in this project. The contracted engineering team seems to be you. A nephew of yours?" The man pressed his fingers on the table and said slowly.

Mr. Zhao, who was named, stood up wiping his sweat: "Mr. Song, don't talk nonsense. The employment of the engineering team is a formal process. I, Mr. Zhao, have no selfish intentions."

Song Wenlu raised his eyelids, "Really?" Then he asked the secretary behind him to throw out a stack of materials that the foreman of the engineering team had exchanged materials without permission, and spread them out on the table, "Then what the foreman of the engineering team did is also the same as Are you okay?"

Shock flashed in Mr. Zhao's eyes, and he quickly cleared himself up: "I don't know this person, how could he have anything to do with me."

The corner of Song Wenlu's mouth curled up slightly: "Alright then, if that's the case, we'll do business."

After finishing the meeting in a good mood, Song Wenlu unbuttoned his tie and was about to go to the office when the cell phone in his pocket rang.

It was an unfamiliar local number in Jiangcheng.

"Hello." He answered, his voice slightly cold and low.

On the other end, Song Xing glanced at Lu Daliu, and Liu Dalu stretched out his hand vigorously to show him what to do.

"Hello." Song Xing said.

One is to raise the voice, and the other is to lower the voice.

Song Wenlu keenly heard Song Xing's voice from the call full of electric noise: "Xiaolu?"

"It's me." Song Xing pursed her lips: "Mr. Song, excuse me."

"Don't disturb." Song Wenlu's eyes flashed with a smile, and his tone was much lighter, "What do you want me for?"

Song Xing said: "My friend and I would like to treat you to a meal."

Song Wenlu said in a deep voice, "If you want to thank me, then you don't have to. You already thanked me last night."

Lu Daliu was very anxious when he heard it over there.

Song Xing shook his head at him, and heard the man say: "Your wrist is not feeling well. I put the ointment on the bedside last night. It is best to find someone to rub it for you today. It will be better soon."

"What wrist?" Lu Daliu heard with sharp ears, frowned, and his eyes fell on Song Xingbao's tight cuffs.

Song Xing's eyes showed a little helplessness: "Mr. Song, I'm fine."

Song Wenlu also heard Lu Daliu's voice: "Your friend?"

Lu Daliu couldn't hold back the phone in Song Xing's hand, and said directly to the man opposite: "Hi Mr. Song, I'm Brother Lu Yuan, I'd like to invite you out for a meal, thank you for your kindness to Xiaolu yesterday. Help. You decide the time and place for the meal, and we invite you."

Song Wenlu frowned slightly, thought for a while, and agreed.

"it is good."

The time was set at night, and the location was familiar, at the Bense Entertainment Club.

After all, Song Xing didn't hide the injury on his wrist, and Lu Daliu applied medicine on his body and rubbed him hard.The country man works all year round, his palms are full of calluses, very rough, the hand that rubbed Song Xing almost didn't break, and finally turned red like two big radishes.

In the afternoon Lu Daliu went back to get the money, so Song Xing had to ask for leave from the dessert shop.

He stopped by the city hospital and heard that Suhang would wake up soon, so he put two bags of the milk that Chen Sancui had given him before for the nurse, and asked her to take it home for the child to drink.

The nurse accepted it with a smile, and was obviously more dedicated when serving Suhang.

030 also needs to drink milk. He has been quite quiet recently, and he is secretly looking at something. When he appears, he leans over like a showman: "Xiao, you don't love me anymore, do you? When we were living together, you There are five yuan, and I will share the two yuan. But now you have someone else, not only no lollipops, but even milk for 030, it’s really partial, too partial.”

So Song Xing drank two bags of milk and crushed a lollipop, at least to calm the little showman 030 into peace.

030 was happy to sing to Song Xing, the tune he hummed was the female voice that he heard in the man's car last night.

The tone is beautiful and the sun is good.

Song Xing suddenly smiled while walking on the road, and suddenly felt that she was fine now.

The night came quickly, Lu Daliu took his bank card and went to the agreed place with Song Xing, the two changed cars a few times to the door of Bense, Song Wenlu arrived earlier than them, and was leaning against the car door to smoke.

Song Xing can always smell the smell of shredded tobacco around men, it doesn't smell bad, but it definitely doesn't smell good.

But it does smell like a man.

He walked over with Lu Daliu, the man raised his eyes casually, the indifference and indifference in his eyes and his natural aura made Lu Daliu uncomfortable and couldn't let go.

"Mr. Song." Song Xing called the man familiarly.

Lu Daliu also said awkwardly: "Mr. Song is good."

Song Wenlu's eyes first fell on Song Xing.

Song Xing changed her clothes today, they were still very cheap street goods, loose sportswear, but they wouldn't look like short-sleeved shorts, which looked disrespectful.

On the contrary, Song Wenlu seriously thought that Song Xing looked good in such a dress, looking small, young and energetic.

"Go up."

A man's voice sounded above his head, he called as early as noon to book a private room in Bense, on the third floor.

Lu Daliu has been in Jiangcheng for so many years, and he mostly dealt with the big men at the bottom. He has not seen many big men. Song En, who is under Song Wenlu, is at best the most powerful in the social circle that Lu Daliu can come into contact with. Such a person, he can't think of it, and he can't imagine what it looks like.

Song Xing also didn't understand what kind of life a man like Song Wenlu who came out of a wealthy mansion usually lived.

For those who come to the city from the countryside to seek a living, life is daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. They worry about next month’s rent every day, three meals a day, how many meals of meat can they eat every month, and they have to pay for it when they return home during the Chinese New Year. How many clothes the wife and children bring, and how much money to send home.

A meal of beer and grilled dishes in the small roast city may be their most extravagant enjoyment.

But today, Lu Daliu saw an appetizer sold for 388, a pre-dinner appetizer soup for 199, and a few hard dishes were ordered by the man slowly, but it didn't cost five figures.

"This..." Lu Daliu's face was flushed, he had a card in his hand, and there were almost five digits in it, but it was all his belongings.

Song Xing frowned early: "Mr. Song, what do you mean?"

Song Wenlu glanced at Lu Daliu, handed the menu to Song Xing, and said, "I still remember that I owe you a meal, let's count it together today."

Song Xing said, "Mr. Song, this is different, it's too expensive."

"What is expensive?" Song Wenlu smiled, looked at Song Xing and said, "For you to treat me to a small stall is the best thing you can bring me to eat, so now it's my turn to treat you, To be fair, it should be."

Song Xing said: "Mr. Song, it's not like that."

Song Wenlu shook his head and told Song Xing: "Xiaolu, you forgot that I am a businessman, and I know how to plan carefully."

Song Xing looked at him quietly, retorting silently.

Song Wenlu's eyes were calm, and he was also very calm.

So Lu Daliu, a rough guy, was left at a loss.

Originally, he was the one who invited guests, but now Song Wenlu replaced him with a few words, so he didn't know what to say at the moment.

He really couldn't afford a table of real food, and Lu Daliu didn't like to slap his face swollen to pretend to be fat, and he wanted to save face and suffer.

At this moment, the table became quiet, and Lu Daliu suddenly said: "Well, Mr. Song, this table of food is considered as the one you invited, so let's add a head, open a bottle of wine, and it will be ours."

Song Wenlu looked at Lu Daliu in surprise, and nodded in agreement.

Little people have the wisdom of little people. Lu Daliu soon found that the man at the dinner table who had been aggressive towards him suddenly restrained his aura. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere was gradually heated up by him.

Lu Daliu is very good at punching wine, Song Wenlu saw it for the first time, Lu Daliu and Song Xing demonstrated it to the man.

Song Xing lost the first fight and drank half a glass of baijiu.

Lost again in the second hand, and it was half a cup again.

Soon Song Wenlu couldn't stand it anymore, he stopped Song Xing's wine glass and turned it upside down for him, and asked the waiter to serve Song Xing hot soup, saying that he also wanted to make gestures with Lu Daliu.

Lu Daliu grinned and smiled.

Song Xing knew from Yuanshen's memory that Lu Daliu's colleagues seldom lost in wine punching, so he silently held the soup bowl and sat by the side to watch the man hold the wine glass and pour it into his stomach one cup after another.

At the end of the drink, Song Wenlu frowned and didn't move.

Lu Daliu said: "Mr. Song, come again!"

"No." Song Wenlu's voice was still steady, and his eyes were clear, but the words he said were quite different, "I'm drunk."

Lu Daliu laughed loudly, patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Song, don't make excuses. How can someone call himself drunk when he is drunk? I have known Daliu for so many years, who can still drink if he is not drunk. "

What he said was normal, but it was obvious that Song Wenlu was not like ordinary people.

Song Xing knew this about men, so she stepped forward and pressed Lu Daliu's hand pouring the wine, shaking her head and said, "Brother Liu, Mr. Song must be really drunk, and he will drink up to here."

Lu Daliu froze for a moment, looked left at Song Xing, then at right Song Wenlu who was sitting upright, not too obsessed with drinking, so he said with a smile: "Then eat vegetables, I don't know if I can finish them all. "After all, there are hundreds of dishes in one plate, what a pity to waste them.

Song Xing said: "If you can't eat it, you can pack it."

Next to him, the corner of the waiter's mouth twitched, and contempt flashed in his eyes.

"I've been working in Bense for so long, and this is the first time I've heard people say that they will pack leftovers and take them away."

"Maybe take it home and feed it to the dogs."

When the waiter went out and talked about it with the waiter of the temporary house, the waiter of the temporary house replied with a smile.

The two of them are outside, and the guests in the private room don't need their services for the time being, so they can rest for a while.

The elevator in the corridor dinged, and the woman holding the square bag walked in front with a livid face, followed by the familiar young man.

"Shanshan, don't go, listen to me, my dad has already agreed, and grandpa will definitely agree to our marriage." Song Wenyan said while holding Huang Shanshan's wrist.

Huang Shanshan was in pain from being pulled by him, with tears in her eyes, she took her bag and slammed Song Wenyan hard: "Bah! Who wants to marry you! Song Wenyan, let me tell you, I like your brother, he is him from beginning to end, don't you Stop pestering me! I won't marry you!"

Song Wenyan's complexion changed, and he sneered and said, "Sure enough, you still miss my brother, but you may already have my seed in your belly, where do you have the face to still want to marry my brother?"

Huang Shanshan stared with red eyes: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Am I talking nonsense? After a month, you can go to the hospital and find out." Song Wenyan pulled Huang Shanshan in front of him, and whispered in his ear, "Don't think about it, my brother has a little lover now , I won’t marry you no matter what, you can either follow me now, or wait for a pregnancy test in a month, if you have my seed, we will get the certificate directly, if you don’t..."

"Nothing?" Huang Shanshan looked into Song Wenyan's eyes and shivered suddenly.

"No, I'll fuck you until you become pregnant with my seed."

When Huang Shanshan heard that her scalp was numb, she almost cried out.

Fortunately, this was true, Song Wenyan didn't dare to do anything more extreme.

Huang Shanshan already regretted it, how could she have promised her friend to go to the bar to have fun, and even slept with Song Wenyan.

It's like dog poop sticking to your feet, and you can't rub it off now.

The two were still chatting in the corridor, the waiter in the corridor listened to the gossip with his head down, and in the room at the other end, Lu Daliu also got up and started looking for bags for vegetables.

Song Xing helped him tidy up, and put all the hard vegetables that hadn't touched the chopsticks into bags.

The two were very fast, and when it was the last remaining plate, Song Xing stretched out his hand and was gently snatched away.

"I'll do it." The man's voice came from above his head, low and calm, and seemed very reliable.

Song Xing was stunned for a moment, raised her eyes and said, "Mr. Song?"

"En." The man nodded lightly.

In the next second, he was holding the plate, ignoring the bag handed by Lu Daliu, and throwing it directly into the trash can next to him.

Lu Daliu stared straight: "..." Wasted, wasted.