Forced to lie down after wearing cannon fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Chu stayed in the hospital for nearly a month, and his daily range of activities was extremely limited, so returning to Song Baifeng's house again felt like a world away.

The layout here has not changed at all, but Wen Chu still couldn't stop looking left and right in novelty.It was really boring in the hospital.

The butler sent Wen Chu's luggage to his own room.Song Baifeng pointed to the sofa, and said to Wen Chu: "Wait here for a while." He went upstairs after speaking.

Wen Chu didn't know why, so he sat on the sofa and waited.I'm a little hungry, it's past five in the afternoon, and Song Zhi is coming back from school soon, so I don't know what to eat.

Braised prawns in oil, fish with pickled cabbage, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, Kung Pao chicken or...

After he had thought about all the food he wanted to eat and passed his mind, he looked up at the stairs. Song Baifeng didn't know what he was doing up there, but he still didn't come down.

Just when he couldn't help but want to go up to have a look, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Song Baifeng was wearing a black high-necked bottoming shirt, a black woolen overcoat, trousers wrapped around his straight and slender legs, and shiny black leather boots on his feet.A slender silver necklace hung on his chest, and even his hair was neatly combed.

In Wen Chu's impression, Song Baifeng wore all kinds of military uniforms the most. When he was not wearing military uniforms, he would usually find some loose and casual clothes to put on.

At this time, it is rare to show his other formal appearance, and the whole person looks very regular and mature.Not like a general, but more like a certain leader working in a company.

Song Baifeng went down the stairs while straightening the back collar of his wool coat and asked, "Are you in a hurry?"

Wen Chu shook his head, he thought for a while and asked, "Are you going on a blind date?"

Song Baifeng paused, and gave him a strange look: "What kind of relationship?"

Wen Chu stretched out his finger: "Then what does this mean?"

"Last time I said that I would take you to dinner after you finished the exam," Song Baifeng said, "You got the first place in the exam, so of course you have to have a good meal."

Wen Chu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Song Baifeng to change clothes and dress up like this just to treat him to dinner.I was a little flattered in my heart.

Then he looked down at his black leather jacket and jeans embroidered with cute cartoon characters, stretched out his hand and scratched: "Then I too..."

"No need to change it." Song Baifeng had already reached the entrance, he reached out and hooked it, and the key on the table jumped up and landed in his hand, "It's very cute."

Wen Chu: "..."

Song Baifeng drove a black sports car with smooth curves and a translucent white light reflected on the body.On the contrary, it matched Song Baifeng right now, with a kind of suffocating air.

Wen Chu sat up and asked, "Is it just the two of us? Don't we have to wait for Song Zhi to come back from school?"

"What are you waiting for him?" Song Baifeng slammed on the gas pedal, "Come back and let the chef cook him something casually."

Song Baifeng turned the steering wheel in his hand and left the gate of the villa: "Anyway, my brother will be back in a few days, so he should go too."

Hearing the disgust in these words, Wen Chu raised his eyebrows.

When the car drove on a smooth road, Song Baifeng asked him in a blink of an eye, "Do you want him to go?"

Wen Chu: "Shouldn't I be watching you? Do you want him to go?"

Song Baifeng looked forward, and said after a while: "I thought you were duplicity, and you still have a little affection for him."

After all, when they met for the first time, even though Zhong Huai was in the susceptible period, he still rushed over to find Song Zhi in the rain. Anyone who saw that pitiful look begging for reunion would feel that Zhong Huai was deeply affectionate. It's so easy to forget people and lose a little affection.

Thinking of this, Song Baifeng frowned deeply, and gradually tightened his hand holding the steering wheel.

Zhong Huaixi didn't know if he liked Song Zhiwen Chu, but he didn't like that person at all anyway, he said lightly: "There is no affection, if he wasn't your nephew, I could have sent him to the hospital directly."

Song Baifeng laughed as if he was relaxed when he heard this, and the strength in his hands also relaxed, and he whispered: "You don't have to sell my face, you can hit me if you want."

The corners of Wen Chu's mouth curled up, he opened the window, leaned against the cushion behind him, closed his eyes, the cold wind from outside rushed in, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the black hair, bringing layers of warmth to people. meaning.

Song Baifeng drove the car and quietly turned his gaze back, Wen Chu's eyelashes were very long, the sun shone obliquely and cast a little shadow, the tall nose bridge and rosy lips seemed to be full of light.

His heartbeat was inexplicably fast.

The restaurant Song Baifeng chose was a little far away, and he took an unknown number of detours before stopping.

After getting off the car, the two walked together on the alley paved with blue bricks. On both sides of the road were small houses built with uneven stones.

The shadow stretches very long behind.

Wen Chu looked around, Xinqi said: "I never thought there would be such a place."

The style here is incompatible with the high-rise buildings and western-style buildings outside, like a certain original residence left alone in the world.It was the first time Wen Chu saw this style of building in this world.

Song Baifeng stopped in front of a brown wooden house.There are hanging vines hanging in front of the wooden house, next to the towering trees next to it, and the leaves of the big trees are lush and blocking the windows above.

Wen Chu looked up, but couldn't see the top at a glance.

The small wooden door, which is only one person wide, is open to the outside, and two curtains embroidered with lucky cats are hung there.

Opening the door curtain and walking in, there is a long and thin staircase, each step is not high, and Wen Chu takes two steps at the first step.

The stairs are not wide enough for one person to pass.

Wen Chu was walking behind Song Baifeng with his head down, and suddenly there were more hands in front of him, and they even shook them at him.

Wenchu ​​was confused for a moment, what does this mean...

Seeing that he didn't respond, Song Baifeng in front turned sideways and bent down to hold Wen Chu's hand: "Don't get lost."

"..." Wen Chu was a little speechless, "General Song, I'm an adult, and I'm not a kindergarten child. I have to be led when I walk."

The hand he was holding suddenly tightened, and the man seemed to realize this for the first time, and said after a while: "Oh, you are an adult."

The two walked like this for a few more minutes, and there was a small door at the end of the stairs.Song Baifeng suddenly stopped, and tapped twice on the stone lattice wall next to him with his fingers.

The sound didn't sound like it was knocking on the real place, it was empty inside.

The wall started to "rumble", and the small piece of wall that Song Baifeng knocked on began to extend outward, like a desk drawer pulled outward, stretched half the length of the aisle, and then stopped.

Song Baifeng took out two masks from the "drawer", and the wall went back.He turned around and put one of the masks on Wen Chu's face.

Wen Chu reached out and tapped his mask, and asked with some doubts: "Are we really going to eat?"

"if not?"

"It costs so much to eat a meal?" Wen Chu said, "I always feel that you brought me in and sold me."

"How do you sell it?" Song Baifeng put on another mask for himself, and asked very rudely, "How much can I buy you?"

"I'm worthless." Wen Chu said.

Song Baifeng smiled, stopped teasing him, turned around and opened the door.

The inside is very different from what Wen Chu thought, much bigger than he thought.

The floor is covered with a soft dark red carpet, beside the door is a bar with a particularly beautiful shape, on the wooden cabinet behind there are beautifully packaged wine bottles, a dazzling chandelier above the head, and a variety of food and wine on the long table.

And there were many people standing in the hall, all wearing masks on their faces.

Like a grand masquerade.

"Yo, it's been a while." The person standing behind the bar saw Song Baifeng, even though he was wearing a mask, he recognized him at a glance.

Song Baifeng replied, "How's the business going?"

"Hey," the man waved his hands, "it doesn't matter how much."

"You're relieved." Song Baifeng said, "Get me a room, and I'll take people there for dinner."

Only then did the man look at Wen Chu behind Song Baifeng, and asked, "Your nephew?"

"No." Song Baifeng said.

The man looked Wen Chu up again, lowered his voice and asked, "Little lover?"

"..."

Song Baifeng didn't reply immediately, but Wenchu ​​couldn't hold back and said, "I'm an Alpha."

The man let out a "oh" in a dragged tone, and he didn't know what he understood. He turned around and ordered someone to come over, and said to Song Baifeng, "Let him take you there, and someone will bring you a bottle of wine later." , I will keep the good ones that have just arrived for you."

Song Baifeng's mouth opened now: "He's still young, so he can't drink."

Wen Chu emphasized: "I'm an adult." It's not because he wants to drink, but because Song Baifeng said the phrase "still young", he felt like a kid who had never seen the world.

Song Baifeng hesitated for a while with great difficulty, and said with some reluctance: "That's fine, take a smaller cup."

The two followed the waiter leading the way, separated the crowd into the corner road, and then entered an elevator. Wen Chu watched the numbers on the elevator gradually jump, and stopped at 13, the highest floor.

The prepared room is not big. When you enter from the door, you will see a strip-shaped room. In the center of the room is a rectangular dining table that is scaled down in proportion. On the right side of the table is a huge French window. Soft walls.

The table is made of marble, which is cool to the touch and very comfortable.

Sitting on the stool, stretched out his hand and gently pulled it, and the long table slid towards them.And through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the scenery outside the window. They are located high and can see thousands of miles away.

Song Baifeng reached out and pressed the button on the wall, and the two vertical gold-plated hollow barriers slid from both sides of the window to the middle, closed, and finally covered the window, and the room was lit with a yellowish light.

The space seemed to be a little tighter.

"Is this okay?" Song Baifeng asked.

Wen Chu nodded.

The waiter came over to help the two of them pour tea, Wen Chu took a sip, it was bitter in the mouth, but there was a faint fragrance after swallowing.He can't taste good or bad.

Song Baifeng said to the waiter who brought them here: "One serving of all the signature dishes."

After the waiter left, he sat next to Wen Chu and reached out to take off Wen Chu's mask.

Song Baifeng said: "That's where your father and I met back then."

Wen Chu was startled, took another sip of tea, and asked, "This is not an ordinary restaurant, is it?"

"Well," Song Baifeng said, "it's a kind of black market. This is the largest black trading place in the Federation. Some people will conduct transactions here that cannot be placed on the table."

"Can't you put it on the table?" Wen Chu asked, "Something like ammunition or weapons?"

"Yes, the trading channels here are all conducted in secret, and will not be easily found by the government," Song Baifeng said, "so as long as the government prohibits the sale of things, you can basically see them here."

Wen Chu felt a little complicated, the government banned the sale of...

"But don't worry." Song Baifeng seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking, "Your father and I only bought and sold weapons and equipment here, and didn't touch anything else."

Wen Chu asked: "Is that person the boss just now?" It seemed that Song Baifeng had a good relationship with that person.

"No." Song Baifeng took a sip of tea and said calmly, "I am."

Wen Chu drank the tea and couldn't drink it in one breath, choking half to death.

Song Baifeng help him along his back helplessly.

The general who has made great achievements is the boss of the largest black trading place in the federation. Wen Chu's reaction is really normal.

Song Baifeng reached out and stroked the corners of Wen Chu's red eyes, but there was no warmth in them: "Surprised?"

Wen Chu nodded silently after the meeting. He always knew that Song Baifeng was not such a "right" person, but he never expected to be so black.

Song Baifeng's hand touching the corner of Wen Chu's eye suddenly exerted some force, and his tone was inexplicable: "Then... are you... afraid?"

Before Wen Chu could speak, there was a knock on the door, and then the door was opened, and a person walked in with a plate in his hand.

Wen Chu's attention was drawn away, he raised his head to see what the food on the plate looked like, but suddenly saw a flash of white light.

Where does the white light come from?

His heart skipped a beat.

The intuition of encountering danger jumped out immediately.

The fragrance of mint suddenly dissipated, and the cold air made people breathless. Wen Chu was confused for a moment, and when he realized it, the waiter in front of him had already fallen to the ground, and the food spilled all over the floor. Li, however, held a silver gun tightly and pointed at Song Baifeng behind him.

And he didn't know when he was pulled into his arms, and the temperature on his skin and the coldness of the pheromone were transmitted together.

Wen Chu raised his eyes to look at Song Baifeng's side face, there was an indifferent coldness between his brows.

Song Baifeng hugged Wen Chu with one hand, and held a left/rounder/gun with the other. With a slight movement of his fingers, he loaded it with a "click".

A pair of hands covered Wen Chu's eyes.

"Good boy," Song Baifeng said warmly, "Don't look."

He heard the sound of a bullet being fired.

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