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Although no one had ever formally introduced Song Wenran, he still knew that the man in front of him was Bai Chong.

Song Wenran doesn't know the exact age of Bai Chong, but since his sons are all in high school, he must not be too young.But the man in front of him obviously looks much younger than his actual age, with short black hair, and his facial features are deep and handsome when viewed closely.

After Bai Chong put Song Wenran on the bed, he gently untied the ropes tied to his hands and feet, then rubbed his wrists and said, "Move your hands and feet."

Only then did Song Wenran feel his limbs stiff and uncomfortable, which should be caused by poor blood flow.

Bai Chong pulled back the quilt and covered him, saying, "We meet again."

Song Wenran didn't speak. He felt that the other party was understating it too much, as if the terrible things his son had done didn't exist.

Bai Chong then said: "I apologize to you on behalf of my son, it's because I didn't discipline him well."

Song Wenran opened his mouth only now, and when he spoke, he found his voice hoarse, "He broke the law, I want to call the police."

Bai Chong sat by the bed, looked at him quietly for a while, reached out his hand and took out the mobile phone from his pocket and put it in front of him, but before Song Wenran reached out to grab the mobile phone, he said again: "I know he is very wrong, you also called the police However, as a father, I still hope that you can forgive him this time, and I am willing to give you compensation in other ways."

Song Wenran stared at the phone without moving, and said after a while, "I'm thirsty."

Hearing this, Bai Chong got up from the bed immediately, "Wait a moment." After saying that, he left the room.

Song Wenran stretched out his hand to press his forehead in discomfort, raised his head and closed his eyes, and soon he heard the sound of Bai Chong's returning footsteps, and sat up with his hands supporting his body.

Bai Chong brought Song Wenran a cup of warm water.

"The nanny at home was sent away by the children, and she won't be back until tomorrow morning, otherwise I can ask her to cook some porridge for you, and now I can only drink some plain water," Bai Chong said, handing the cup to Song Wenran, looking After drinking most of the glass of water, he asked again, "Are you hungry?"

Song Wenran shook his head and handed the cup to Bai Chong.

When Bai Chong took the cup, he saw the bruise on Song Wenran's arm. He put the cup on the bedside table, knelt on the side of the bed, held Song Wenran's arm, looked at it, and said, "Are there any other injuries?"

Song Wenran said: "There is still a back."

Bai Chong said to him, "Lie down."

Song Wenran glanced at him and lay down flat.

Bai Chong left the bed to turn on a bright headlight, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room. When he came back, he lifted Song Wenran's quilt and said, "Let me check it for you."

Song Wenran felt a pair of warm and strong hands press on his shoulders, and then pressed down along his chest to check, told him to breathe, and asked him if he felt any pain.

After carefully examining his whole body, Bai Chong helped Song Wenran pull up the quilt, and said, "There is no fracture, and there should be no organ damage. If you are worried, you can come to the hospital for a detailed examination tomorrow, but I think if there is no corresponding Symptoms, in fact, there is no need to do more tests."

Song Wenran didn't speak, but rubbed the bruise on his arm again.

Bai Chong watched his movements and said, "Wait a minute," before leaving the room.

"Mr. Bai," Song Wenran suddenly stopped him, and when Bai Chong turned around, he said, "Your son took a picture of me with a camera, can you delete it?"

Bai Chong nodded upon hearing this.

The camera was still left on the sofa in the living room. Bai Chong had seen it when he came back, and no one cleaned it up.

He came down to the living room on the first floor, walked slowly to the sofa, bent down and picked up the camera.Opening the photos in the camera, the latest ones are all photos of Song Wenran. In the photos, the lights are dim and he is lying on the bed with his hands and feet tied and wearing only a pair of underwear. At that time, his eyes seemed to be covered with fog, and his expression was dazed.

Bai Chong stood beside the sofa, and after reading the photos, he went up to the second floor with his camera and deleted them all in front of Song Wenran.

"I'll teach him a lesson," Bai Chong said when deleting the photo, and he really felt that Bai Ziqi should teach him a lesson.

After deleting those photos, Bai Chong went to get some medicine oil and came back. He sat on the bedside and rolled up his sleeves, and said, "The medicine is for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Let me press it for you. You will feel better tomorrow."

Song Wenran felt that Bai Chong had done enough tonight, and he asked, "Do you want me not to call the police by doing this?"

Bai Chong had already stained his palms with medicated oil. When he held Song Wenran's wrist, he raised his eyes to look at him, and smiled lightly, and replied unabashedly: "Yes, Ziqi is still in high school."

Song Wenran felt that his massage posture was very skilled, and soon his wrists began to heat up.

While giving Song Wenran a massage, Bai Chong said, "I have studied Chinese medicine before, and I changed my major soon after a short time, but I am very good at massage."

Song Wenran said in his heart that he had already found out.

After massaging his hands and feet, Bai Chong asked him to turn over and lie down on the bed, and knelt on the bed to massage his shoulders, neck and back.

Song Wenran's whole body was warm and hot, and he felt very comfortable at this moment.

Bai Chong put his palm on the muscles of Song Wen's back, and suddenly said, "Have you been exercising?"

Song Wenran turned his head and said, "I just retired from the army this year."

Bai Chong nodded, "No wonder, your muscles are very tight, and you can tell that you have practiced them once you press them."

Song Wenran didn't speak.

Bai Chong asked him, "Why do you work as a security guard at the school?"

Song Wenran was silent for a while, and replied: "Without education and work experience, I work for others wherever I go."

Bai Chong didn't comment on this, but asked again when he continued to press down: "Do you have a driver's license? It's local."

Song Wenran said, "Yes."

Bai Chong asked him, "Would you like to be my driver?"

Song Wenran was slightly taken aback, but did not immediately answer Bai Chong's question.

After giving Song Wenran a massage, Bai Chong went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Song Wenran felt a little limp all over his body, but it was not as painful as before. He got up from the bed and wanted to find his clothes.

He was still wearing a security uniform when he was patrolling the school, but he passed out and took off his clothes. Now he doesn't know where those clothes were thrown away. Fortunately, there is no money or documents inside.

When Bai Chong came back after washing his hands, Song Wenran raised his head and asked him, "Have you seen my clothes?"

Bai Chong has not seen any extra clothes at home since he came back. He shook his head and said, "You can wear mine first, but don't worry, just rest here tonight."

Song Wenran refused, "I'm still on duty and I have to go back to school."

"No need," Bai Chong said lightly, "I'll call the logistics side tomorrow."

Now that the courtyard has said so, Song Wenran naturally doesn't have to insist on going back to school, but he still doesn't want to stay with Bai Chong for the night, and must go home now.

Bai Chong found a set of casual clothes for him in his closet.

Song Wenran sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the pain in his muscles even when he lifted his legs to put on his pants. Bai Chong walked up to him and squatted down to help him put the pants on his legs.

"Get up," Bai Chong said.

Song Wenran obeyed his instructions inexplicably, stood up and watched Bai Chong help him pull up his trousers, and even zipped and buttoned him considerately.

After doing this, Bai Chong looked up at him and asked, "You go back alone? Is it convenient?"

Song Wenran said: "It's not convenient for Fang. I have to go back. Don't worry, Mr. Bai. I don't plan to call the police."

Hearing what he said, Bai Chong just smiled noncommittally, and didn't want to keep him anymore, but went to the garage to drive the car himself.

On the way to send Song Wenran home, probably seeing that Song Wenran was too tired, Bai Chong didn't say a word until he parked the car downstairs at Song Wenran's house, and when Song Wenran was about to get out of the car in a daze, Bai Chong suddenly stopped To him: "Wen Ran."

Such an intimate address made Song Wenran feel a little surprised, but it was not so difficult to accept.Probably because of Bai Chong's status, his tone sounds more like a gentle leader or an elder, and the intimate address won't make you feel abrupt, but rather a little flattered.

"The job of the driver I said is serious, I hope you think about it. I changed a new driver before, but I don't think he is very suitable for this job."

Bai Chong's words reminded Song Wenran of that fat middle-aged man, he was indeed a little clumsy, and it was normal for him to disagree with Bai Chong.

Bai Chong continued: "The driver's job should be temporary for you, but it's better than the security guard, what do you think?"

Song Wenran seriously considered Bai Chong's words, opened the door and got out of the car and said, "Thank you, Mr. Bai, when can I report to you?"

Bai Chong smiled, "Come to the hospital tomorrow."

Song Wenran responded, "Okay."

Song Wenran returned home alone.She was supposed to be on duty tonight, but Wen Qian stayed at Wen Wenhao's place overnight, and the whole family was deserted.

What happened throughout the night was like a dream. Song Wenran originally wanted to take a bath with hot water, but when he took off his clothes, he smelled the smell of medicinal oil on his body and gave up. He didn't want to take off his clothes and pants, and lay directly on the sofa .

Bai Ziqi's bad deeds didn't have much impact on him. From the two years when he first entered the army, the hardships he endured and the grievances he endured have given him a strong enough mental ability, and he no longer knows what it means to be Wronged.

His mind was a bit messy, and he was more concerned about whether it was the right choice to agree to be Bai Chong's driver.

It's good to be a driver without having to work three shifts, but if Bai Chong spends out socializing late every day, he has to wait until late, and he has to pick up and drop off people every time he makes a phone call. In shifts of three, it seems even more unfree.

But the identity of Bai Chong's driver gave him the opportunity to meet more people. If he was lucky enough, he might be able to achieve his goal earlier.

Song Wenran raised his hand to cover his eyes, and lay silently on the sofa for a long time in the dark, until he felt cold, so he got up and went back to the room.