Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Song Jingyuan has never shown such a surprisingly angry side in the Fu family for so many years. He has always been friendly and gentle, but the sudden change in temperament made the servants a little at a loss, and hurried forward to clean up the broken cups and coffee stains.

The two cleaning servants saw the veins protruding from the back of his clenched hands, and the blue veins seemed to burst out from under the white skin.

When Fu Liang came home at this time, he not only saw Song Jingyuan still at his house, but also saw Song Jingyuan break his coffee cup.

Fu Liang: "..."

He froze for two seconds, then quickly turned around and went upstairs to his room, not wanting to stay in the living room for a second.

"Brother, you are back."

Song Jingyuan immediately stood up, put his hands behind his back, and smiled like a spring breeze on his face.

He completely ignored the two cleaning servants beside him, as if the mess on the ground just now had nothing to do with him.

Song Jingyuan's strange psychology made Fu Liang feel a little uneasy, he nodded his head twice indiscriminately, said "hmm" and continued to go upstairs quickly.

"Brother, I also know about the Post Bar."

Song Jingyuan sweated and stopped him.

Fu Liang suddenly felt a toothache and a headache, and reluctantly let out a sigh of relief, looked down at him condescendingly, and explained better than nothing: "That's fake, I'm not that kind of person at all."

"Brother, I believe in you."

Song Jingyuan raised his head and smiled.

His eyes were clear, and his smile was innocent and pure, which made Fu Liang wonder whether his reaction would go too far.

However, the scene of last night was vivid in his memory, and he still couldn't look directly at Song Jingyuan for too long.

"Brother, I want to help you, let's talk."

With a smile on the corner of Song Jingyuan's lips, he extended an olive branch of "invitation" to him.

Fu Liang thought that he was also a powerful existence in the financial circle, and Song Jingyuan was just a fair-skinned and beautiful boy. Why did he see him like a mouse seeing a cat?

Although Song Jingyuan is a stinky hooligan, wouldn't it be enough for him to be vigilant?

It is not Fu Liang's style to give up eating because of choking.

After Fu Liang had done a little mental preparation, he walked towards Song Jingyuan with one hand in his pocket, glanced at him briefly, threw his schoolbag on the sofa and sat down: "How do you want to help me?"

Song Jingyuan sat beside him with sincere eyes: "Brother, let's call the police."

Fu Liang was taken aback by his direct approach, because Fu Liang was not in the habit of calling the police for accidents, after all, he almost always caused accidents to happen to others.

Seeing the astonishment in Fu Liang's eyes, Song Jingyuan continued, with a smile on his face and lips: "Let's ask the police to collect evidence, and then ask the lawyer to report the post as false."

"This method is feasible, but..." Fu Liang gritted his teeth for a while, with a hesitant expression on his face, "The other party is probably just jealous of my outstanding students. If they alert the police and lawyers, will it be too much of a fuss?"

"Brother, you are really kind-hearted..." Song Jingyuan kept looking into his eyes, and said generously and understandingly, "If you think calling the police is too troublesome, why not leave this matter to me, and I will handle it properly for you."

Fu Liang's eyes lit up. He really felt that "calling the police" and "bringing a lawyer to court" were too troublesome. He hated trouble and preferred simplicity and roughness. These things were usually left to his subordinates, and he never did it himself.

Including even if he was thrown into the ICU, he still felt that "died directly" was more in line with his wishes than "doing tasks to increase health".

What business empire?Grand blueprint?No matter how spectacular it is, it is just a game in his eyes, and whether it collapses or not is only in his mind.

He is a person who is afraid of trouble with his life.

It would be great if someone took the initiative to help him with his troubles.

"That's fine, I'll leave it to you."

Fu Liang raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder in satisfaction, and suddenly felt that Song Jingyuan was still a little cute.

Song Jingyuan pursed his lips and smiled, and gently pressed his slender and delicate left hand on Fu Liang's thigh: "Brother, don't worry if you leave it to me."

Although there is still a layer of trouser material between Song Jingyuan's hand and his thigh skin, he can still feel the scorching temperature of Song Jingyuan's palm, and the place touched by Song Jingyuan's palm is numb, and the numb feeling is still spreading. .

The scene of last night replayed inappropriately in his mind, and Song Jingyuan was not cute at all in his eyes.

"I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to take a nap."

Fu Liang quickly brushed his hand away, and went upstairs as if fleeing.

Song Jingyuan gently caressed the palm of his left hand with his right hand, and a sinister smile could hardly be traced on the corner of his lips.