I'm not unlucky at all

"Get up." Song Wenlu silently looked down at the woman who was kneeling on the ground and crying loudly. His expression was impatient. He touched his pocket, took out a cigarette case, put it back after thinking about it, and said in a deep voice, "Crying?" use."

Huang Shanshan cried, covered her face and shook her head: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Song Wenlu knelt down and said blankly, "Miss Huang was brought up by the housekeeper, does Mayor Huang know?"

Huang Shanshan shook her head, her voice choked with sobs: "I am obsessed with ghosts, it has nothing to do with my father."

In fact, Huang Jianguo was not a good drinker, and before Huang Shanshan was ushered upstairs by the housekeeper, he was taken to another room by the servants to rest.

Song Wenlu frowned: "What did the old man tell you? Does it mean that after tonight, you will be the eldest granddaughter-in-law of the Song family?"

Huang Shanshan bit her lip and was silent for a while as an admission.

Song Wenlu sneered, "Naive."

"Brother Wenlu, I really can't help it." Huang Shanshan tilted her head, "Father wants me to marry the Song family, I don't want to marry Song Wenyan, he is crazy, he has no other choice but you."

Song Wenlu said, "And then?"

Huang Shanshan said slowly with red and swollen eyes: "Brother Wenlu, I like you, will you marry me?"

"Like it?" Song Wenlu narrowed his eyes, the hotness of his body was suppressed by the coolness in his heart, and he was almost laughed at by this woman, "I really want to know what's in your pig's head, Miss Huang, nine Years of compulsory education have been eaten into your stomach and digested into feces, right?"

"When they forced you to marry the Song family, did they put a knife on your neck or force you to jump off a building? If you don't marry into the Song family, you have to die?"

"Or, all the meaning of your life is for family marriage?"

Huang Shanshan's eyes widened in astonishment, and she was speechless for a moment.

After Song Wenlu finished speaking, he stood up and kicked vigorously towards the door, causing the sturdy door to shake.

"Wait out of this door." Song Wenlu rolled up his sleeves, stepped back a little and kicked again.

The screws at the foot of the door fell off, and there was a servant's exclamation outside the door.

"I advise you to become sober."

Song Wenlu twitched a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth in disdain, turned his head to look down at Huang Shanshan, and said in a cold voice.

The door panel loosened quickly, and the moment the man kicked it open, the butler stood outside the door with a pale face, and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, you and Miss Huang..."

Song Wenlu glanced at him lightly, his eyes were cold: "Nothing happened, let you and grandpa down."

It was windy and rainy at night.

The chicken soup that Song Xing had made was out of the pot, and he brought a bowl for himself, but he squatted on the steps and drank it slowly without going back to the house.

030 Xi Zizi said: "It's really delicious, and Xing Xing's craftsmanship is awesome."

Song Xing pursed her lips, revealing a shallow dimple.

The chicken soup should be drunk while it is hot. There is no refrigerator in the rented house. Song Xing drank half of the pot by himself, and the rest was shared among the residents in the building. Then he dug out the rain boots that Lu Yuan used before from the rented house With the umbrella, we went to the dessert shop under the heavy rain.

When I returned to Tongzilou after get off work, it was still close to midnight.

The rain has not diminished at all. In the world washed by the heavy rain, there seems to be only the sound of rain and water. The huge river city is submerged in the rain curtain, and the accumulated rainwater gathers under the feet and floods the ankles.

There was no light downstairs in the tube, and there was a man standing in front of him, without an umbrella, and his whole body was wet.

Song Xing walked over, the umbrella was just big enough to accommodate one person, he raised the umbrella, slightly surprised and called to the back of the other party uncertainly: "Mr. Song?"

Song Wenlu turned around and wiped the rainwater off his face. He looked very embarrassed, but he smiled handsomely: "It's a bit late, is there any chicken soup left?"

The umbrella tilted halfway, and Song Xing's shoulders got wet.

He raised his head and said to the man who shrank under the umbrella, "It's all gone."

Song Wenlu didn't mind too much, and asked casually, "Who did it all go to?"

Song Xing led him into the building, and slowly talked about the residents in the tube building, familiar and unfamiliar, adults and children who remembered their names, and strange tenants who ate and drank.

A lot of people.

"You little bastard is really generous." Song Wenlu smiled beside Song Xing and muttered.

Song Xing didn't hear clearly and raised his eyes.

Song Wenlu said regretfully again: "After hearing this, everyone else has it, but it's just that I don't have it."

Song Xing's voice was calm: "Mr. Song said he won't be coming tonight."

Song Wenlu squinted his eyes and said nothing.

The two entered the corridor, Song Xing put away the umbrella and shook the rainwater accumulated on the umbrella.

Song Wenlu followed behind him, and the rainwater from his feet dripped into the corridor, leaving wet footprints one by one, covering Song Xing's.

The light in the corridor was very dark, the two walked slowly, and there were only two quiet panting sounds in the silent space.

Although it was rained for a long time, Song Wenlu could still feel the turbulent restlessness and heat coming from inside his body.

He raked his wet hair irritably, and the man's eyes flashed with anxiety and impatience.

"Is Mr. Song tired?" Song Xing stopped, touched the darkness and looked in the direction of the man, and said softly, "Your breathing is heavy, we can take a rest first, there are still two floors to go."

"Not tired." Song Wenlu wanted to say without thinking, "Go upstairs and enter the room first, you haven't recovered from your cold yet, so don't take it seriously."

Song Xing said, "Okay."

There is hot water boiled by Song Xing before leaving in the rental house, and there is no water heater in the bathroom, only a shower filled with tap water.

The two entered the room, Song Xing simply wiped the wet spot on his clothes with a towel, Song Wenlu hurriedly borrowed his bathroom and entered the door.

030 was still puzzled and asked: "Hey, why did the mission target come to you so late? Didn't they say that they have something to do and won't come tonight?"

Song Xing said he didn't know: "Maybe, Mr. Song is not full?"

030 Slightly slightly.

Song Xing dried her shoulders, took off the thin coat she was wearing outside, and took a clothes pole to hang the clothes by the wall.

Beside him was a suit that the man took off after entering the room, and it was also dripping wet.

Song Xing thought for a while, then used the clothes hanger to prop up the suit, went to the cabinet again, found out a shirt that Lu Yuan had bought before, knocked on the door of the bathroom, and said softly: "Mr. Song, you Do you want to change your clothes?"

There was silence in the bathroom.

After a while, a man's deep and hoarse voice came from the bathroom: "...no need."

Song Xing frowned, and stood outside the door: "Do you have a cold?"

Across the door, in the cramped bathroom, Song Wenlu's breathing became heavy instantly.

His eye sockets were slightly red, and the cold water on his head sprayed down from the shower, wrapping his whole body in a icy cold.

But it was useless and not enough.

The boy's voice was like a strong catalyst.

He couldn't be calm anymore.

Song Wenlu smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.

He imagined the appearance of the boy outside the door, with delicate and beautiful facial features and eyes that seldom smile, but must look good when he smiles, and his heart felt restless and unbearable.

Desire oppresses reason, but only for a moment.

The next second, Song Wenlu opened the door, reached out and grabbed the person outside the door into his arms, bowed his head and pressed him down.

The shirt in Song Xing's hand fell to the ground.

The smell of alcohol in the man's mouth was very strong, and the way of kissing seemed crazy, direct and disorderly.

Lip to lip contact, he drove straight in, broke through Song Xing's unsuspecting jaws, and went in with reckless rampage.

Song Xing was in pain from being kissed, he couldn't breathe, and the tip of his tongue was numb.

He was stunned, his eyes wide open.

"Close your eyes." Song Wenlu raised his head slightly, his voice was hoarse, he stretched out his hand to touch the slightly damp short hair on the back of Song Xing's neck and the delicate and smooth skin on the neck, and then pressed the person into his arms, with a coaxing tone , "Good boy, open your mouth."

Song Xing came back to his senses, his brows knit together.

He called the system twice in his heart, but 030 seemed to disappear from his mind, and there was no response at all.

Pursing her lips helplessly, Song Xing tried to calm down and said, "Mr. Song, I'm not a girl, it's wrong for you to do this."

"What's wrong?" Song Wenlu asked heavily, breathing heavily.

Song Xing frowned, and slowly said: "Kiss me..." No.

Before he finished speaking, a smile flashed in Song Wenlu's eyes, and he rushed to say hello, then lowered his head and pressed on Song Xing's kissed red lips, gently blocking the unfinished words from the young man's mouth.

His mouth was filled with the strong taste of wine again.

Song Xing frowned, but she didn't push the person away.

The man rubbed his brows over and over again with his fingers until they gradually relaxed.

Song Xing slowly closed his eyes.

In the small bathroom, the two people's panting breaths intertwined in their ears, and they were very intimate.

After a while, the two parted. Song Wenlu rested his chin on Song Xing's shoulder, kissed his neck with a side face, and said with certainty, "Xiaolu, you don't like women."

Song Xing closed his eyes and did not speak.

Song Wenlu kissed the tip of his ear again, and the uncertainty and hesitation in his heart disappeared without a trace.

He said softly: "Xiaolu, you are hard, face me."

Song Xing slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flickering slightly: "Mr. Song, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb."

Without the man pointing it out, he also felt the change in this body.

A turbulent wave gathered downward, full of enthusiasm and vitality.

He couldn't control it.