I'm not unlucky at all

The male voice in the toilet was still humming uncomfortably, intermittently, and then disappeared after a while.

Song Wenlu took the toilet paper and wiped his hands slowly, shook his head inexplicably, and walked out.

In the bathroom, Su Hang's hands and feet were completely exhausted, and the phone fell to the ground and made a beeping sound.

He failed to get a reply from Song Xing, and a fear gradually rose in his heart, wondering whether the other party would come or not.

"Suhang?"

Hearing a blurry noise coming from the microphone, Song Xing shook the phone and raised his hand to wipe off a layer of fingerprints on the screen, only to find that the phone had no signal.

He pursed his lips, remembering that this phone was a second-hand phone that the original body bought from a second-hand market. Although it was barely usable, it often had problems such as signal failure.

"System, there seems to be something wrong with Su Hang's voice." Song Xing said.

030 said in a relaxed tone: "If you are worried, we can go to him."

Song Xing stared at the blank signal bar on the phone screen, frowned and said, "But I don't know where he is."

030 was triumphant, and made a big promise: "With this system, are you afraid that Song Xing can't find anyone?"

Fortunately, the system is really capable, Song Xing followed its directions and quickly found the place where Suhang worked.

Suhang didn't know how long he had been waiting, and felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He was extremely sleepy, and his whole body was still very hot. He wished he could plunge into the ice water to sleep and never come out again.

But he didn't dare to sleep, so he could only keep his eyes wide open, and when he was about to lose consciousness, he would hit the door with his head.

"Suhang, open the door."

The boy's calm voice was like the sound of nature.

Suhang took a quick breath, his heart relaxed, and he opened the door with difficulty.

He looked very embarrassed, he was only wearing a white shirt, his legs were bare, his skin was still flushed abnormally, and his body temperature was frighteningly hot.

How did Song Xing know that this was a common method in the clubhouse, in order to soften some tough bones.

He supported Suhang and asked, "Do you have a fever?"

Suhang, who was still complaining about himself, paused strangely, and the corner of his mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

Song Xing asked him again: "Where do you put your pants, I'll get them for you."

Suhang stopped him with a weak tone: "Don't..." His pants had been torn apart by someone and where he could get them.

Song Xing rarely frowned and said, "We can't leave like this."

Su Hang shook his head, pressed Song Xing's wrist, calmed down a little, and lowered his voice, saying: "No, I can go."

On the other end, Song Wenlu went out of the bathroom and did not return to the private room immediately.

He habitually drank a cigarette and didn't light it. He leaned on the railing of the smoking area and looked at the night scene downstairs, lacking in interest.

The internal forces in Jiangcheng are intricate and complicated. The mayor who was promoted by the top this time is surnamed Huang. He has been in office for less than a year at this time, and his foundation is still unstable.The other party had been favored by the Song family in the early years, and this time he agreed to Mr. Song's invitation and was willing to bring out his only daughter to have dinner with Song Wenlu. He must have intended to marry the Song family so as to stabilize his position in Jiangcheng.

In the private room, Mayor Huang Jianguo, who had been waiting for Song Wenlu not to come back for a long time, gave his daughter Huang Shanshan a wink, then raised his wine glass and said to Song Wenyan who was drunk on the table with a smile: "Come on, my nephew will fuck with me again!" this cup!"

Song Wenyan's face was flushed and emotional, he had long forgotten what his father had told him to please the mayor's daughter, and he just focused on toasting and drinking with Huang Jianguo, calling his uncle one by one.

Huang Shanshan glanced at the drunk on the table in disgust, nodded to her father, and walked out the door with a small handbag.

After looking for someone in the corridor for a while, she heard the crisp sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor, and then a surprised smile appeared on her face: "Brother Wenlu, are you back?"

"En." Song Wenlu nodded lightly, with a lukewarm tone, "Why did Miss Huang come out?"

Disappointment flashed across Huang Shanshan's eyes, she twisted the small bag in her hand, forced a smile and said, "It's stuffy in the room, I'll come out to get some air, just as Brother Wenlu is back, let's go in together?"

Song Wenlu inadvertently avoided Huang Shanshan's arm that was about to rub against her, looked at Huang Shanshan steadily, and said hello for a while.

Huang Shanshan stood where she was, bit her lower lip, and saw that the man was about to walk away again, stomping her feet and trotting after him.

It was late and after three rounds of drinking, Song Wenlu looked coldly at Song Wenyan's muddy drunk state, put a suit jacket on his arm, and unbuttoned two collars of his shirt, so he could breathe.

On the way, the mayor's secretary made a few phone calls, Huang Jianguo answered a few words, and Song Wenlu smiled and said gently: "If Uncle Huang is busy, let's come here tonight, Wen Yan also drank almost, I'm afraid he will go back home again." To be talked about by my uncle and grandpa."

Mayor Huang laughed loudly, saying that young people can't drink enough, and they have to practice.

Several people left the private room, Huang Shanshan walked beside Song Wenlu, and Huang Jianguo walked with Song Wenyan.

"Brother Wenlu, do you have time the day after tomorrow?" Huang Shanshan blushed, looked expectantly at the man beside her and said, "I'm running out of time this time, can we have dinner alone next time?"

"Sorry, the company has a business trip tomorrow." Song Wenlu said casually, "Miss Huang wants to find someone to eat, Wen Yan is a good choice."

Song Wenyan listened, and his drunken mind was sober for a moment. He smiled flatteringly and said to Huang Shanshan: "Yes, Shanshan, what do you want to eat? I, Song Wenyan, invite you! Those who fly in the sky and swim in the sea, as long as you Tell me a name, young master, I will definitely buy it for you!"

"Who wants you to invite me?" Huang Shanshan muttered with a frown, looked at Song Wenlu disappointedly, and looked at her father resentfully.

Huang Jianguo shook his head.

Song Wenyan walked unsteadily, and needed the help of the waiter to stagger forward, and was still yelling that he wanted to take Huang Shanshan to play the whole Jiangcheng.

Huang Shanshan looked at Song Wenyan contemptuously, avoiding the other party's move to pull her in disgust.

Song Wenlu took these into his eyes and pretended to ignore them completely.

It wasn't until after exchanging pleasantries with Huang Jianguo for a while, and exchanging a few words about the future construction plan in Jiangcheng, that Song Wenlu sent the Huang family father and daughter away, and then called the driver impatiently to throw Song Wenyan into the car.

"Send him back to the old house to show the old man what a ghost he looks like, and let him go home when he sobers up." Song Wenlu said indifferently.

The driver said yes tremblingly.

Song Wenlu sent the people away, and then checked the time, it was not yet twelve o'clock.

He didn't drink much before, but it was not easy to drive, so he called a friend and planned to sit in a nearby bar.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Song Wenlu heard a frivolous young voice behind him.

He turned his head, and saw a young man with dyed pink hair wearing tight low-waisted leather pants, his small buttocks twisted and twisted to stop the two people in the aisle, and said in a coquettish voice: "Ouch, Brother Hang The guests I picked up today are pretty good. This little handsome guy, would you mind adding me, so the three of us can play together? Any tricks are fine."

Su Hang leaned on Song Xing's body, his face was green and red.

He didn't speak loudly, but with a bit of hostility: "Go away."

Fen Mao was not happy: "Brother Hang, why are you so fierce, be careful to scare away the guests, and cry you to death."

Song Xing felt Suhang's rapid panting on his neck, and tilted his head and said, "Excuse me, Suhang is not very comfortable."

It's a pity that the pink hair can't look at people at all, twisting its buttocks, it is about to stick to Song Xing, winking like silk and saying: "Little handsome guy, I'm not feeling well..." As soon as he spoke, he groped Song Xing three times. past.

030 exploded in an instant: "Xiao, this pink hair wants to eat your tofu!"

"Snapped".

Song Xing patted Fen Mao's hand away expressionlessly, raised his eyes and asked Fen Mao: "How old are you?"

Fenmao was not annoyed when he was beaten, and said with a smile on his face, "He will be sixteen after his birthday, handsome boy, it's the first time he's still there, do you want to try it? It will definitely be much tighter than Brother Hang. "

Suhang was so angry that he laughed out loud, pointed at himself weakly and said, "Is cooperating with me a big ass?"

Song Xing shook his head, and said seriously to Su Hang: "He is still a minor, so don't argue with him."

Suhang's face darkened, and he choked out for a long time: "... grass."

Fenmao pursed her mouth unhappily: "What's wrong with minors, there are a lot of people who like minors here, I'm small and weak, so many people can fall in love with me!"

Su Hang understood, this kid probably went out to pick up customers for the first time today, but he was not seen by others, so he came to him to find his presence.

With a "tsk" in his mouth, Su Hang turned his head away.

It's all about something.

Song Xing glanced at Fenmao again, and there was some unconvinced stubbornness on the other's face that was tender enough to pinch water.

"I'm very cheap for one night," Fenmao was still trying to sell himself, "How about it? Brother Hang is so old, it must be very difficult to eat, you take me away, just, as long as one night one hundred!"

Song Xing said, "Only one hundred?"

Fenmao nodded excitedly, but Suhang's eyes widened: "Fuck, Lu Yuan, don't really plan to..."

Song Xing put a neatly stacked banknote into Fen Mao's hand.

It was the money he earned from working tonight.

"Go back to bed early, and go to school tomorrow."

Song Xing looked at the sneakers on Fen Mao's feet, and said calmly.

Pinky blinked, and blinked again.

Suhang also couldn't figure out Song Xing's routine, so he tentatively touched the young man's head, fearing that the other party had a fever and would make him stupid.

Song Xing stopped Su Hang's wet palm: "Don't move."

Suhang obediently leaned on Song Xing's body and did not move.

Song Wenlu stood at the door smoking half a cigarette, flicked the ash, and looked not far away thoughtfully.

The pink-haired kid blushed after taking the money, and ran out from the inside with his head buried in the wind without saying anything, and Song Xing walked out slowly while supporting Su Hang.

Suhang still didn't wear anything underneath, but the shirt above him was long enough to cover his buttocks, and his legs didn't feel cold in summer.But after all, this appearance is a bit of a hindrance to the appearance of the city. From the upstairs all the way down to the hall, someone just stared at him curiously. No reaction, smiled obscenely and licked his tongue, covered his crotch to find a place to solve it.

Suhang himself doesn't care about these things, he is doing this kind of business in his true nature, and he has lost his face and self-esteem long ago.

But he felt a little guilty towards Song Xing.

Song Xing said: "Persevere, and I will be able to go home soon."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man standing at the door.

"... Mr. Song."

Seeing Song Xun seeing him, Song Wenlu took a puff of cigarette, approached with a playful expression, and said, "I can't tell, you're still a regular visitor to the Seventh Floor?"

Song Xing frowned: "What regulars on the seventh floor?"

Su Hang's body trembled.

The seventh floor of true color is where he stays all year round.

It is the bliss on earth for many people, and the hell on earth for some people.

"Well, I did misunderstand you before."

Song Wenlu casually glanced at Suhang, glanced at the exposed bruises on his legs, a flash of contempt flashed in his eyes, he turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Song Xing and said: "But you have been picking on it for a long time, and you only picked this kind of skin. Goods? That's half a year's hard work, is it worth it for such a person?"

Song Xing's brows were furrowed, and the man's words became more and more outrageous.

He tightened his hand holding Suhang's shoulder slightly, and looked at Song Wenlu with a disapproving expression: "Mr. Song, I think you have never solved your misunderstanding about me."