Lucky Records

Song Lan knelt on Lu Xiang's body, wrapped his hands around his neck, and seriously left his own marks on his eyelids, nose tip, cheeks, lips and teeth.

His movements are gentle, soft, dense, like a kitten without any attack power.

Lu Xiang was confused by his sudden gesture of kindness and gentleness, he put his hands on his arm to offset the distance between him and himself, and then looked at him with a weak light outside.

There was nothing weird about the face under the light and shadow, it was his usual appearance.So he asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so clingy all of a sudden?"

Song Lan looked at him with unexplainable emotions in his eyes. He didn't know whether he was afraid and blamed himself for the death of the golden retriever or because he was grateful for his running around. In short, he had mixed feelings.

"Don't you like it?" He asked lightly.

Lu Xiang rubbed his hair with his hands, didn't respond to his words, but only gave him a sincere smile, he smiled naturally, different from the usual way of dealing with people, this smile hit Song Lan's heart directly .

Song Lan pushed her head against his forehead and said softly, "Thank you."

Lu Xiang leaned close to his ear and asked, "Thank me for what?" Xu Shi hadn't slept, but his voice was hoarse and magnetic, very captivating.

Song Lan ran his hands along the back of his head along his hair, just like a dog's fur, and he organized his words one by one.

Lu Xiang waited for a long time, he tapped his lips lightly on his lips, insisted that he did not leave, and then asked, "Aren't you tired? I haven't slept for two days, why don't you sleep with me for a while? "

After finishing speaking, he was about to stand up holding his hips, but Song Lan pushed him back onto the sofa with all his might in the next second.

Lu Xiang smiled again, this time with a ruffian face.

"What's the matter? Lan'er, do you want to sleep here?"

Lu Xiang pointed to the clock on the wall with his chin, and teased him with a smile, "Sister Yu should get up later, do you want to sit on my lap like this all the time and show her? I don't care, I'm afraid you will be embarrassed later. "

He was referring to the sleeping position in which he held him in his arms and lay together, that way they looked like an intimate couple.

Song Lan shook her head at him, met his eyes again, and asked him seriously, "Is there something you didn't tell me?"

All of a sudden, the style of chatting became a little different, and Lu Xiang was still getting used to it, so he didn't react and didn't reply to him.

Song Lan didn't care, he continued the topic he started, and this time he asked directly, "Is the golden retriever dead because of me?"

Seeing Lu Xiang's sudden expression, he somehow knew the answer to this question, then he sighed and asked him weakly, "Why didn't you tell me, was it because I was afraid that I would blame myself if I found out? Or... Do you think it doesn't matter if you tell me or not? I'm just a weak chicken, I can't help you with anything, but cause trouble?"

When Song Lan said this, her expression and demeanor were very aggrieved, and her voice was even weaker. She felt that she had no confidence and no position. It was a kind of self-deprecating unnecessary action.

After a while, seeing that Lu Xiang didn't reply to his words, he seemed to have found the answer, stood up with drooping eyelids, and wanted to get off his lap.

As soon as he lifted his foot, Lu Xiang took him back again. This time, he hugged him firmly, making him fit tightly on his body without a single gap.

The bear hug that followed him was his skilled and seductive kiss.

Different from Song Lan's superficial touch, Lu Xiang's kiss was fierce and passionate, as if he wanted to swallow people whole, with a kind of possessiveness that cannot be ignored. Similarly, his kiss did make Song Lan's heart beat faster and his will sink.

Seeing that the boy in his arms had finally collapsed, Lu Xiang ended the passionate kiss, and then pressed his ear to answer his question.

He denied it right there, "What nonsense are you talking about! What are you weak and weak, your little head thinks about this all day long? Your seventh brother, I didn't tell you because I was afraid of your wild thoughts! Look, you Don’t you think about it again after you know it? Don’t say that Jin Mao’s death has anything to do with you, don’t pour dirty water on yourself! Jin Mao died unfortunately because he was involved in the internal fighting of the gang to clean up the door, and it has nothing to do with you Mao, if he hadn't been thinking of taking Xu Changdong's place, he wouldn't have come to negotiate terms with me!"

"That's his life!"

Song Lan was horrified, she only knew that the golden retriever was dead, but she didn't expect that there were so many things involved, she was a little embarrassed, she deserved being laughed at by Lu Xiang.

He also remembered what he asked there, "Then where have you been for the past two days? I see that you are bearded and haggard. You are not upset, and you have something to deal with. Did you still go out for two days?"

"Hahaha, do you feel sorry for me?" Lu Xiang laughed heartily, squeezed Song Lan's slender waist there, and began to speak in a non-serious manner,

"Let's go, brother, I'm exhausted, sleep with me."

The curve of his grin was beautiful, seeing Song Lan staring at him and pretending to bite him, his appearance was indescribably bad.

Song Lan listened to him laughing like that, pouted her mouth, not very happy, and deliberately raised an argument with him, "Look, look, I just don't want to tell me! Why are you talking so much nonsense! Didn't you say you like me? You just like me My performance?"

"When did I say I like you!"

"Grass, what are you doing holding me now!

"You've learned to talk back! See how I deal with you!"

The two quarreled there for a long time, and Lu Xiang finally told about his two days at the city bureau. Not only that, he also told Song Lan that Tietou refused to come out to talk.

The matter with the Municipal Bureau was almost settled. It took Lu Xiang [-] hours, but the criminal couldn't stand it anymore, and finally confessed all about his murder.

It was the same as what they concluded at the beginning, someone was buying the murderer, but Xu Changdong was not the one who made the connection.This is also easy to understand, this kind of thing on the road is usually a few links, someone will take the blame if something goes wrong, who the fuck will directly confess to the boss, this is not a matter of going to jail, it is a gamble for the whole family.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't explain, they can pry their mouths with one mouth, and they can pry the next one, so I don't believe they can't find Xu Changdong.

However, the iron head is more difficult to handle.Iron head refused to show up. There was no real evidence for the accusations of the fire before. He had spoken in front of the city leaders and put the evidence in front of them for a week. Now it seems a bit tricky. this.

The two leaned on the sofa for a while, and the morning sun outside the window gradually shone in.In the evening, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room were opened slightly, and now the morning breeze blows, and the gauze curtains that drag the floor are blown up, bulging like a woman's skirt when dancing and spinning.

Lu Xiang knocked down the curtains brushing against them with one hand, and adjusted Song Lan's sitting posture with the other, letting him lean on him.He stroked his hair with his fingers once and for all, and after talking, both of them enjoyed the quiet atmosphere for a while.

Auntie didn't know when she got up, and when she went outside, she saw the awkward posture of the two of them, she hurried back to her room, and then deliberately touched each other to make a loud noise.

The two people on the sofa turned their heads at the same time, one knowingly smiled and the other blushed suddenly.Then in the next second, the boss who smiled knowingly hugged the embarrassed one directly, or... the shameful princess hugged him, he didn't give anyone a chance to refuse, and directly carried him to the second floor.

Song Lan lay with Lu Xiang for two hours, and only got up when he saw that he was fast asleep.After taking care of himself, he went to the study.After looking for something inside for a while, he took Lu Xiang's mobile phone and prepared to send a message to Master.

He is good at shorthand, Lu Xiang opened the phone screen in front of him a few times, and he could write down the string of passwords immediately when he swiped his finger across it.

Now unlock the lock according to the memory, and then ask the teacher for the contact information of Tietou.

Probably after tossing around for two days, the master didn't become suspicious, and the news came back after a while.

Song Lan looked at the contact number above and quickly remembered it.

He turned around and looked at the aluminum suitcase next to the writing desk, where there was a whole box of RMB.It's also because I was curious. Yesterday, Lu Xiang was not there. He found this box in the study, and clicked it again in his idleness. It was a total of 100 million.

He recalled what Xiao Xia had revealed to him, and what Lu Xiang had said to him earlier in the morning, and closed the box without thinking much.

After 10 minutes, he carried the suitcase and walked out of the small western building.

It was already noon when Lu Xiang woke up, and he got up and called Song Lan a few times, but the boy was not there.Thinking he was downstairs, he stepped up and washed up, but when he got to the ground floor, he didn't see anyone, so he asked Sister Yu.

Sister Yu looked at him blankly, and replied, "Mr. Xiao Song was in the bedroom with you early in the morning?"

Just as Lu Xiang was about to say that he wasn't here, Master's call came in.

Lu Xiang remembered that he was going to have a meeting with people from the government in the past few days and asked the master to change the time. The master responded and asked him about the message he sent in the morning before hanging up the phone.

"Mr. Lu, you asked me for Tie Tou's contact information. Do you want to make an appointment with him again? Do you want me to prepare the remaining 900 million?"

Lu Xiang was at a loss as to what he was talking about, so he asked him, "When did I ask? Did you make a mistake?"

A few seconds later, the master sent a screenshot, which was the one Song Lan sent him earlier in the morning.

Lu Xiang held the phone tremblingly, and he hung up the phone after telling the master to come to Xiaoyanglou as soon as possible.

Immediately afterwards, he dialed Song Lan a few more times, but no one answered. In the end, the other party simply transferred his number to the self-service voice.

His right eyelid has been twitching violently since that moment. He seems to have heard the old man say that the left eye twitches money and the right eye twitches disaster, so he dare not guess any more.

When the master came, Xiao Xia was still behind him.Seeing Xiao Xia pull his face, Lu Xiang asked, "Why haven't you returned to Beijing yet?"

Xiao Xia was a little cautious, and explained there, "I didn't buy the ticket a few days ago, and I went to the airport in a while. I heard that the kid pretended to be you and sent a message to the master. Let me... have a look."

Lu Xiang didn't want to hear his comments. Song Lan gave him a slap in the face, intending to tell him to shut up, but he hurriedly asked, "Who did you listen to!"

Xiao Xia offended Lu Xiang and didn't dare to offend the master again, fearing that there would be no one who would speak for her, so she endured it.After a while, seeing that Lu Xiang didn't chase him away, he went directly to the second floor.

Master stayed on the first floor to show Lu Xiang the news.

After a while, Xiao Xia suddenly ran to the entrance of the corridor and shouted, "Brother Seven, 100 million is gone!"

Fearing that they would not understand from the noise from the road, he ran downstairs and panted, "That box...money is gone!"

"Could it be... that kid... let him go?"