Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

Qi Song noticed that when that person was mentioned, his expression was a little unnatural, but he didn't care too much, "Now that's the only way, it will take time for the people from my side to rush over, so here we go as soon as possible." good."

Wen Yu nodded, as if he had made some kind of decision, and happened to make a call with the mobile phone in his hand.

The phone rang several times, and just when they thought no one answered, a deep voice rang out from the other side of the phone, "Hello, who is it?"

"It's...it's me, Wen Yu." Qi Song noticed his subtle expression, and the fingers holding the phone turned white involuntarily. It seems that someone who has always been quiet and restrained is so nervous.

Hearing Wen Yu's voice, the other side of the phone was silent for a few seconds, "What's the matter?"

"I'm trapped on a merchant ship." Wen Yu's words surprised Qi Song, and it stands to reason that he should report it straightforwardly.

"Where are you?" There was a trace of eagerness in the other party's tone.

"The thing is like this. There are a few suspicious ships near Ziwei Island that were originally going to the dock, but now they are diverted to Yuezhou. They cannot be allowed to reach Yuezhou, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

Before that, he had already observed the positions of those ships, which happened to be very close to Ziwei Island, and this ship was also heading towards Ziwei Island.

"Okay, I see. Your phone is always on. We can contact you at any time." After speaking, I heard a busy tone of "beep" from the phone.

The conversation between them took less than 30 seconds. Wen Yu quickly finished speaking, and the person on the other side of the phone responded without hesitation.

Qi Song could feel that the relationship between the two was very strong, otherwise the other party would not have agreed so simply.

Obviously a little surprised, I didn't expect this frail-looking kid to be so reliable. Next, let's see if the efficiency of the person on the phone is as quick as he hung up the phone.

Wen Yu also breathed a sigh of relief when he handed the phone to Qi Song.

Qi Song tentatively asked: "I didn't expect you to have such a friend, so you believe that he can do it?"

Wen Yu's expression darkened slightly, "We're not actually friends, it's just..." He hesitated to speak, obviously unwilling to bring up this matter, and then changed the subject, "Second Lord, don't worry, since he What you promised will definitely be fulfilled, we just wait."

When he spoke the second half of the sentence, the slightly heavy expression on his face suddenly disappeared, and changed to a gentle face, and his tone was full of trust.

"It seems that you have to endure me reluctantly for a while, and now you can't get away." Qi Song turned his eyes, looked at Shen Ci and said jokingly.

Shen Ci showed no expression. He just put the wet clothes that Qi Song took off yesterday into the basin, poured the laundry detergent on it, and pressed it twice to let the laundry detergent fully blend into the clothes and water, and the clothes were pressed up. A few tufts of foam.

Some foam was on his hands, making his fingers look more slender and fairer.

"Student Shen, the teacher told me to gather outside." There was a clear female voice outside the door, it was the voice that called him yesterday, Qi Song knew it well.

"How can I ask you, young master, to help me wash my clothes? Go out quickly, and I will do it myself."

As he said that, he was about to take the basin from him, and Shen Ci patted his hand, "Going to flush the water outside, do you go by yourself?"

It was already foamy, but Qi Song felt the smooth and warm touch just now, and somehow felt a little cool and comfortable.

Without waiting for his reaction, Shen Ci went out the door with the basin in his hand.

Qi Song naturally knew that Shen Ci was capable of these tasks. When he hadn't returned to Shen's house and lived with his mother, he learned how to take care of himself very well. Some simple housework didn't bother him, it's just this style of painting... ...It's a bit of a violation...