President Husband, it's too sweet

Coming out of Rong Zhai, Wen Yan held his ID card, admission notice, and dragged his suitcase in his hand.

In the future, I finally don't have to look at the faces of Xia Yuling and Wen Jianguo to get along.

At this time, Wen Yan finally felt that he was an upright person.

He is free.

Although, he has no money.

In the summer, Edward Lam dragged his trolley case and walked along the road.

At this time, Wen Yan's money did not exceed 50 yuan.

This place is very remote, and Wen Yan walked for a long time without encountering a taxi.

This time, a black BMW stopped in front of Wen Yan, the window was opened, and a young man poked his head out, "Wen Yan, it's really you, why are you here?"

"Senior Song?" Wen Yan was also a little surprised, he didn't expect to meet him here.

The handsome man in the car is called Song Zhiyuan, a senior Wen Yan met in junior high school, but he went abroad to study a long time ago.

"Have you returned home?"

"Yeah." Song Zhiyuan saw Wen Yan standing on the side of the road carrying a suitcase, "Do you need me to give you a ride?"

"No, don't bother you."

"It's not easy to call a car here, let me drive you."

Song Zhiyuan got out of the car, helped Wen Yan lift the suitcase, and accidentally touched the back of Wen Yan's hand.

Wen Yan withdrew his hand, looking a little unnatural.

"Sorry." Song Zhiyuan smiled slightly.

"fine."

Wen Yan saw Song Zhiyuan put his suitcase in the car. He waited here for a long time but he still didn't get a car. It's really not an easy place to get a taxi.

I had no choice but to follow him into the car.

In the car, Song Zhiyuan turned the steering wheel and asked, "Where are you going?"

where to goThis question stopped Wen Yan suddenly.

He didn't want to go back to Wen's house, and he didn't have any reliable relatives here.

When his mother was still alive, he was also the veritable young master of the Wen family, and he was always surrounded by a group of cronies.

Since his mother passed away, Xia Yuling brought her two sons and daughters into the house.

Then he fell into Pingyang, and his cronies and friends followed suit and defected one after another, no one could rely on him.

Now the only person on the phone who can contact me for help is only one person.

"Didn't you decide where you're going?" Song Zhiyuan looked in the rearview mirror, Wen Yan lowered his head, his small face was wrinkled together, but his appearance was very cute.

"No."

Song Zhiyuan stared at Wen Yan's face from the rearview mirror. Wen Yan's appearance was not the kind of person who would make people look amazing at first glance. His facial features were small and delicate, his eyelids were lowered, and he was very cute. Beautiful and engaging.

Staring at his slightly closed pink lips, Song Zhiyuan licked his lips, and a strong sexual interest flashed in his eyes.

"If there's nowhere to go, my family happens to have an empty house."

For Song Zhiyuan's initiative to lend a helping hand, Wen Yan was very grateful, but he and Song Zhiyuan were not particularly familiar with each other, so it was not good to interrupt rashly.

What's more, Wen Yan has already thought of where to go, "Thank you senior for your kindness, I have a place to live."

"Please, senior, just drop me off at the next bus intersection."

Song Zhiyuan felt it was a pity, "That's fine."

Wen Yan got out of the car, and Song Zhiyuan gave Wen Yan his business card, "If you need help with anything, you can call me."

"Well, thank you senior." Wen Yan said gratefully.

Song Zhiyuan smiled warmly and rolled up the car window.

Wen Yan put Song Zhiyuan's business card away, looked at the back of the BMW car leaving, and felt that Senior Song was really a good person.