I'm not unlucky at all

Song Xing was stunned for a moment, and said yes.

Before leaving, Song Wenlu's tooth marks on his lips were still stained with blood. He didn't pay much attention to it, and wiped it off with his hands. The blood stains stuck to the flesh and couldn't be wiped off, so he didn't care anymore.

Song Xing sent him out, but stopped talking.

Song Wenlu laughed lightly, leaned against the door and asked, "Xiaolu, do you have something to tell me?"

Song Xing asked: "Does Mr. Song's wound need to be treated?"

"I heard that saliva can reduce inflammation." Song Wenlu bent down slightly, looked at Song Xing for two seconds, then turned his eyes away and said, "Forget it, small wounds are not a problem, and they will disappear after a while."

Song Xing suddenly raised his eyes.

Song Wenlu laughed and reached out to pat him on the head: "I'm leaving."

Song Xing pursed her lips: "Then, goodbye, Mr. Song."

Song Wenlu nodded, turned and walked down the corridor.

In the Tongzilou, the worn-out walls were dangling on the walls, and the cobwebs that had not been cleaned were dusty.

The man's tall and handsome figure was steady and slow. He put his hands in his trouser pockets. When he stepped down the last flight of stairs, he looked up at the sunlight outside the building. He suddenly shook his head amusingly, sighed again, and said to himself: "If when will he stop seeing me like this, it would be great if he could call Brother Sheng to listen."

It was five o'clock in the afternoon when the chicken soup was almost ready.

Song Xing waited in front of the stove, taking a look at the pot from time to time.

Occasionally, a greedy little doll came over biting his fingers, calling his big brother in a milky voice, and staring at the soft and milky chicken soup in the pot with golden chicken oil floating on it, he would serve it. Take out a small bowl for children to try something new.

Speaking of which, in Yuanshen's impression, most of the residents in the tube building were middle-aged men and women who came to work in the countryside, and occasionally there were some old ladies who spoke harshly, chatting about every house all day long. That bit of shit.

It was the first time that so many children appeared suddenly.

But Song Xing also knew that when the original body was still there, he was still working on the construction site, and he followed Lu Daliu to eat a big pot meal on the construction site at noon, and when he came back from work, it was dark and his fingers could not be seen, let alone a child, even the dog went to bed early , It's normal not to see it.

"Thank you, big brother!" The little girl with two shofar braids, with flushed cheeks, was bouncing back to the house while carrying the chicken soup in a small bowl.

At noon, it happened to be the TV set by her family. At this moment, the door was still closed, and I vaguely saw an old woman in the room sitting on a small bench with a big basin to scrub and wash clothes.

The little girl put the bowl in front of the old lady, and said, "Grandma, eat."

The old lady smiled and pinched the little girl's face with her hands stained with washing powder: "Eat by yourself, grandma is washing clothes."

The little girl sticks out her tongue, holding a spoon and persistently feeding it to the old lady: "Eat, eat."

The smile on the old lady's face became stronger, and she kept saying, well, well, slowly chewing the little chicken nuggets that the little girl put into her mouth.

The little girl blinked and asked, "Grandma, how about some delicious food?"

The old lady said: "It's delicious."

Song Xing went to the house for a while, and saw that the grandma and grandson had finished eating the chicken soup, and the little girl squatted down to help the old lady wash her clothes in a decent manner, but after getting soap bubbles all over her face, she quietly turned her head towards herself Look in the pot.

He threw another handful of big ingredients into the pot, turned down the fire a little more, and leaned against the window sill in a daze.

Song Xing lived like this for a lot of time when he was a child, squatting on the threshold in front of his house and looking at the sky, counting how many birds flew in the sky, how many clouds floated by, and spending time in a daze, nothing would happen to him Unfortunately, his grandma wouldn't chase after him with a rolling pin like chasing his cousins ​​and scolding "motherless little bastard".

Day by day just passed by, and then grew up.

The sky suddenly darkened, and Song Xing came back to his senses.

It's thundering.

The heavy rain poured down, splashing small pits in the mud.

Song Wenlu signed a document.

When the assistant took the documents out of the office, he pinched the bridge of his tired nose, his eyes fell on the large raindrops hitting the glass outside the window, and he frowned inadvertently.

Looking at the time, it's just past 05:30.

The man's fingers were carelessly holding a pen. He thought that the boy might be tidying up the rental house right now, and that the other person might have gone down to the second floor to guard the chicken soup that was stewed during the day. He thought that there would be such a person tonight , Watching him at home.

My heart can't wait.

Near six o'clock, Song Wenlu put on his coat and was about to leave when the Song family called.

The housekeeper's panicked voice came from the microphone: "Sir, the master just had a heart attack and passed out. Dr. Cao is rushing to the old house at the moment. Are you okay now? Come back and see."

Dr. Cao is a private doctor hired by Mr. Song all the year round. He will give Mr. Song a set of body checkups every week.Obviously, the last inspection was two days ago, and the old man was still in normal condition, why did he suddenly...

Song Wenlu frowned, didn't think any more, and said in a deep voice, "Wait for me to go back."

In the Song family's old house, the housekeeper hung up the phone and wiped the sweat off his brow. Dr. Cao administered the medicine to Mr. Song. Mr. Song opened his eyes and asked, "What did the young master say?"

The butler said, "Sir, I'll be back right away."

Mr. Song nodded in satisfaction.

Song Wenlu returned to the old house in less than half an hour.

Unexpectedly, not only was the atmosphere in the old house not as calm as he imagined after the old man's illness, but it was extremely lively.

As the mayor, Huang Jianguo sat opposite Mr. Song, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, recalling the hard work of the first 20 years, with an inexplicable expression on his face. His daughter Huang Shanshan sat beside him in a stable posture, with delicate makeup on her face .

She smiled slightly, but if you look carefully, you can still see the blue marks and fatigue under her eyes.

When Mr. Song was old, he liked to mention some old things from the past. With Huang Jianguo and a talking old servant coaxing him, the wrinkles on the old man's face were all laughed together, and he let out a full-fledged laugh.

Song Wenlu frowned and walked into the living room: "Grandpa."

Mr. Song raised his eyelids, and the smile on his face faded a little: "Wen Lu is back? Tell the housekeeper to tell the kitchen that dinner is ready." Then he turned his head and said to Huang's father and daughter, "After talking for a while, You're all hungry, let's eat first."

Huang Jianguo smiled cheerfully.

Instead, Huang Shanshan stood up and said, "Grandpa Song, where is Song Wenyan?"

Mr. Song waved his hand, smiled and said kindly: "Grandpa is apologizing to you on behalf of Wen Yan today, that little bastard is ignorant and looks crooked. If he pesters you again in the future, you can tell grandpa to see if grandpa doesn't interrupt him." leg."

Huang Shanshan opened her mouth, but was stared back by Huang Jianguo.

Mr. Song was helped up by the old servant next to him, and said: "Okay, let's have a good meal today, and don't mention him as a disappointment."

"Grandpa." Song Wenlu stopped Old Master Song, walked up to him, took the place of the old servant, helped him to the front seat of the restaurant, and said in a deep voice, "Since you are fine, I still have an appointment tonight, so I don't want to Eat at home."

"What appointment is more important than having a meal with the old man?" Mr. Song raised his eyes lightly, "Or tell me which restaurant you have, grandpa still has some face, so it's not a problem to postpone the meal .”

Song Wenlu's face darkened.

Mr. Song said slowly, "Sit down."

Song Wenlu didn't move. He reached out to touch An Jing's mobile phone in his pocket, and said with a blurred expression in his lowered eyes, "Then I'll tell the other party."

Huang Shanshan looked at Song Wenlu's back with a complicated expression, and bit her lip.

Huang Jianguo was still giving her winks.

He knew that his daughter had something to do with Song Wenyan, but young people nowadays are all calling for the liberation of the mind, isn't it the liberation of the body?

In his opinion, it doesn't matter much if his daughter sleeps with Song Wenyan. As long as he can marry into the Song family, no matter which one it is, it will be of great benefit to their Huang family.

Of course, if her daughter could marry Song Wenlu directly, she would definitely be a hundred times stronger than Song Wenyan, and it would be even better.

Besides, Mr. Song seems to mean the same thing.

Thinking of this, Huang Jianguo patted the back of Huang Shanshan's hand with a smile on his face, signaling her not to play tricks.

Song Wenlu walked to the corner, holding a mobile phone in his hand and leaning it against his ear.

Not long after, a quiet young man's voice came into his ear from the other side of the microphone, asking softly, "Is Mr. Song coming soon?"

At this time, Song Xing was pulling the briquettes under the stove, and the chicken soup had been boiled until it was thick and fragrant.

"Xiaolu." Song Wenlu's voice was deep and apologetic, "I have something to do here temporarily, and I might not be able to make it through tonight. Can you eat by yourself first?"

Song Xing took the tongs to move the coals together, paused, and said yes, "Then Mr. Song, goodbye."

"kindness."

Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Song Wenlu tightened his grip on the phone.

There was a glass window at the end of the corridor in front of him. Looking up, he could see the heavy rain that was pouring down. The flower farmers outside were wearing raincoats and rain boots, rescuing the delicate flowers and plants in the flower garden. They couldn't lift their heads due to the wind and rain.

At the dining table, the servants have already put the dinner on the table.

Mr. Song and Huang Jianguo talked and laughed at Yan Yan, Song Wenlu lowered his eyes and walked slowly.

The butler brought a bottle of wine and poured it for Song Wenlu and Huang Jianguo.

When it was Huang Shanshan's turn, Huang Shanshan turned the wine glass upside down, parted her hair and said goodbye softly, "Thank you, I don't drink."

After all, drinking was a mistake, and she had already suffered a lot from it.

The butler was stunned, and turned to look at Mr. Song.

Mr. Song didn't care either, he laughed and said, "Young lady, don't drink if you don't want to drink, and drink tea with me, a poor old man who is not in good health."

Huang Shanshan forced a smile and nodded.

After nearly an hour of dinner, Mr. Song on the table always intentionally or unintentionally brought up the topic of Song Wenlu and Huang Shanshan's marriage. Huang Jianguo smiled and agreed, but Song Wenlu's expression was flat and he didn't answer the topic, but Huang Shanshan was different. When they met several times, the affection sprouted, and the whole person only smiled and said nothing.

A bottle of white wine on the table went down, and most of it went into Huang Jianguo's stomach. Song Wenlu didn't drink much and was still sober.

After dinner, Mr. Song called the Huang family's father and daughter to chat in the living room. Song Wenlu thought about it, but he still didn't want to have a bad fight with Mr. Song in front of others, so he went back upstairs early.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but as soon as he entered the room, he felt a slight heat all over his body.

Touch your forehead, it's not a fever.

After entering the bathroom and washing my face, the anger in my heart increased instead of diminishing.

Song Wenlu angrily tore off his suit and tie, and unbuttoned the three buttons on his shirt.

The heavy rain outside the window was still pattering, and outside the bathroom, there was the sound of the door lock turning.

Song Wenlu walked out frowning when he heard the voice, and saw Huang Shanshan standing there struggling with her clothes tightly clenched in both hands.

"Why are you in the house?" Song Wenlu probably thought of something, raised his hand to button his shirt, and said casually, "The housekeeper brought you in?"

A flash of astonishment flashed in Huang Shanshan's eyes.

She stood there at a loss, and wanted to open her mouth to say yes, but she was a little ashamed.

Song Wenlu frowned, and without looking at Huang Shanshan, he walked past her to turn the doorknob.

The door lock wouldn't turn, it was locked.

"I can't get out." Huang Shanshan whispered.

Probably because she was obsessed with ghosts, she didn't want to marry Song Wenyan, so she could only choose this man in front of her.

Shutting her eyes, Huang Shanshan begged, "Brother Wenlu, can you stay with me in the house for one night, just one night?"

Song Wenlu looked at her quietly, his cold eyes full of sharp knives.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Not long after, Huang Shanshan opened her eyes, and saw the fine sweat on the man's forehead and the forbearance in his eyes.

For some reason, she bit her lip, closed her eyes and threw herself into Song Wenlu's arms.

Song Wenlu pushed her away mercilessly, endured the disgust in his heart, and said coldly: "Miss Huang, respect yourself."

Huang Shanshan suddenly fell to the ground and raised her head in disbelief.

There was only indifference, disdain and disgust on the man's face.

……absurd.

It's ridiculous.

After being dazed for a while, Huang Shanshan curled up and broke down crying.