[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

Song Lu's brows and eyes were cold, and he tapped the table with his hands gently: "Huo Qingyao, I'll say it again, don't pay attention to him."

Huo Qingyao was a little surprised to see Song Lu's serious expression, and then shrugged: "I'm helping you, what if your little mute doesn't like you? This time I can just test him. If you don't like you, you can do it in time Measures are not taken?"

Song Lu didn't speak any more, just drank the wine in the glass one after another.

Suddenly, a strong smell of perfume came.

"Song Lu! Why are you here? Is your leg okay?"

Xiao Lu's voice came from not far away, she quickly sat beside Song Lu, with a touch of surprise in her eyes: "I knew you would not ignore me, you must be because you know I am here today You came to find me, right?"

Huo Qingyao sat aside and couldn't hold back: "I said Miss Xiao, we buddies are going out for a drink, can I trouble you not to be a princess here? No one really thinks that the whole world revolves around him, right? "

Xiao Lu looked at Huo Qingyao, her face livid with anger: "I have money and a figure, it's normal for Song Lu to like me! Besides, didn't he come to the bar just to find me?"

Song Lu held the wine bottle against Xiao Lu's approaching body, his expression was extremely cold, as if even the last of his patience had been exhausted.

"Xiao Lu, if you have mental problems, let your mother take you for treatment. Don't go crazy and get sick here. I'm not your father. I don't have time to accompany you to play princess games here."

Xiao Lu looked at Song Lu in disbelief: "We have a marriage contract! Even your mother agrees, as long as your legs recover, we will get married..."

"My mother?" Song Lu sneered as if he had heard some joke: "Then you go back and call and ask her if she agrees with my marriage."

Xiao Lu's expression was a little dull: "What do you mean, you don't like me?!"

"What do you like about you? Do you like that you have no brains and are narcissistic?" Song Luju looked down at Xiao Lu condescendingly, and the words he uttered didn't have any sympathy at all.

Xiao Lu's eyes were already red, she thought of the boy she met today: "Why do you speak softly to that boy? Do you like him?!"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Song Lu admitted without the slightest hesitation, but this made Xiao Lu feel a little bit wrong.

"You, you really like him? You like men?!" Xiao Lu raised her voice in disbelief.

Song Lu put his fingertips on his head in a funny way, as if he was looking at a clown: "Why, do you want to tell my mother?"

Xiao Lu choked, and then said with a guilty conscience: "Auntie has the right to know about this matter, you can't hide it from her. That man must be dumb, right? A disabled person, he is not worthy to lift my shoes, you are not allowed to like it ..."

'Snapped'

A clear and loud voice sounded from the deck, Song Lu wiped his hands in disgust, looked at Xiao Lu who was beaten to the side of the head: "If you can't control your mouth well, I will control it for your mother."

............

Wen Ling was sitting in the car, holding the hem of his clothes tightly with his two little hands.

As soon as he changed his clothes and got under the covers to go to bed, the housekeeper pushed open the door.

"The young master drank too much, I want you to go to the bar to pick him up, put on your clothes quickly and go there."

Hearing this, Wen Ling quickly got out of bed, put on his clothes and got into the car in a hurry.

The driver parked the car at the entrance of the bar: "The young master is inside, you go in and pick him up, I'll wait outside."

Wen Ling got out of the car, and just standing at the door could already hear the deafening music inside.

The security guard stopped Wen Ling: "Hi, show your ID. Minors are not allowed to enter here."

Wen Ling took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it to the security guard. After confirming that it was correct, the security guard put Wen Ling in.

The music in the bar was deafening, Wen Ling looked at the twisting body under the DJ booth and the constantly flickering and changing light of the neon lights, as if he had fallen into a completely strange and bizarre world.

He walked in cautiously on tiptoe, looked around anxiously and nervously, trying to find Song Lu's figure.

Song Lu sat on the innermost booth and had a panoramic view of Wen Ling's every move.

He drank the strong wine in the glass again, and looked at Wen Ling with dark eyes while his Adam's apple was rolling.

Huo Qingyao whistled frivolously: "Where did you get such a gadget? It's really strange that the security guard at the gate can let people in."

Like Alice who has strayed into Wonderland, Wen Ling's every move, even himself, is out of tune with the entire gold-selling cave of paper scraps and gold fans.

too pure.

Wen Ling searched for a long time, and finally saw Song Lu in the corner close to the edge.

Song Lu was leaning on the sofa at this time, with a look of laziness on his brows.His eyes were closed tightly, Wen Ling was a little hard to tell if he was asleep for a while.

Stretching out his small hand and poking Song Lu lightly, Song Lu raised his eyelids to look at the person, and then directly rolled him into his arms with his long arms.

Gu Qing wanted to stand aside and tease with a smile: "You are the little baby Song Lu is hiding? He drank too much, help him back quickly."

Wen Ling was held in Song Lu's arms and struggled to get up. He grabbed Song Lu's arm and tried to pull him up from the sofa, but Song Lu remained motionless on the sofa.

That face, which was so full of aggressiveness, was slightly drunk at the moment, looking both seductive and dangerous.

Wen Ling looked at Song Lu's legs, and with his strength, it was definitely impossible to help him out.

Taking out his tablet, Wen Ling wrote on it: [I'm going to contact the front desk to ask if there is a wheelchair, please help me look after the young master. 】

Huo Qingyao pursed his lips, suppressed a smile, and nodded with a serious face: "Okay, you can go."

Wen Ling hurried towards the bar where he came. Almost as soon as he left, Song Lu's slightly drunken expression faded completely.

"Pretending to be quite similar, I said that your little mute is a bit too cute, and actually went to find you a wheelchair hahahahahahahaha, I laughed so hard!!"

Song Lu picked up the banana in the fruit plate and threw it directly on Huo Qingyao's head: "Shut up."

Wen Ling rushed to the bar, and the bartender looked at Wen Ling's immature face with a kind smile on his face: "Little brother, we don't sell alcohol to minors here."

[My friend has an injury on his leg and it is difficult to move around. Are there any wheelchairs here? 】

The bartender was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect that Wen Ling couldn't speak.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask the manager." Her tone slowed down and said softly.

Wen Ling obediently stood where he was and waited.

Not long after, the bartender came over: "The manager said that there are wheelchairs in the warehouse. Where do you sit, I'll let someone push it for you in a while."

Wen Ling pointed to the farthest corner, and the bartender had a trace of surprise on his face, but he still maintained his professional ethics and said, "Okay, go back and sit down first, little brother."

Isn't that corner the exclusive location of the two young masters?

Is either of them lame?I can't...it was fine when I came here.

After much deliberation, he couldn't figure it out, and the bartender simply stopped thinking about it.

It has nothing to do with him as a worker who asks so many questions about such things.

Looking at the thank you written on Wen Ling's tablet, the bartender waved his hands with a smile on his face: "You're welcome."

When Wen Ling was about to go back with the tablet in his arms, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

The boy with a sloppy smile put his hands on his shoulders: "I just saw you sitting at the bar for a long time, why didn't you order anything? Come and have a drink, little brother?"

Wen Ling dodged back, his expression resisting.

"Don't be embarrassed, I just think you are cute and want to make friends with you." The boy grabbed Wen Ling's arm and was about to take them to their booth.

Wen Ling kept dodging backwards, shaking his head.

Finally, the boy's patience ran out. He grabbed Wen Ling's arm and dragged him into the booth: "What are you pretending to do? Sitting at the bar and chatting with the bartender for a long time without ordering a bottle of wine." Ghost, please drink and you won't even drink it, don't you want to show your face?"

Wen Ling was taken aback by the sudden brutality, his arm was red from being grabbed, but he still tried hard to break free.

Seeing that Wen Ling was not cooperating with each other, the boy raised his hand a little angrily: "I asked you to pretend——ah!!!"

Before the fist landed on Wen Ling, the boy was sent flying.

Wen Ling looked at the boy covering his face, the corners of his mouth and nose were full of blood.

"You like to drink, don't you?" There was a coldness in the low voice, and there was a loose smile on that pretty face at the moment, but there was no smile in those eyes except for violence.

"Bring all the most expensive wine here. I'll treat you if you finish drinking it. If you can't finish it...then treat it as my treating your father."

The boy looked at Song Lu's face, and instantly sobered up with a drunken face. His face was a little pale, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it all after meeting Song Lu's gaze.

Why did the crown prince of the Song family come here?Didn't it mean that this kid has no legs and can only sit in a wheelchair?Why is it better now?

The boy's face was flustered. His family had business dealings with the Song family, and he had met Song Lu before.

You can't affect your family because of the bastard thing you did when you came out to play today, or you will have your legs broken.

The boy took the wine handed over by the waiter, just lifted the cap of the bottle in public and began to drink it.

Song Lu looked down at the boy, then pointed to a waiter: "Look at him here."

Wen Ling was still standing where he was, his head seemed to be stuck.

He watched the tall figure behind him almost cover him.

Is it a hallucination...or is he just awake?

Song Lu, who was supposed to be sitting in a wheelchair, was approaching him step by step at this moment, and then wrapped him in his arms, his deep voice and warm breath spraying in his ears, it was an ambiguous sigh.

"Ah... the secret was discovered by you."