[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

Wen Ling shrank her neck subconsciously, but her jaw was gently held by her knuckle fingers.

The body that hugged him was strong and strong, and the slender arms wrapped around Wen Ling's waist, as if trying to melt him into the blood.

The man behind him sucked and sucked Wen Ling's neck obsessively with an undeniable force, looking at the ambiguous red mark on the snow-white neck, his originally gloomy and irritable eyes finally revealed some morbid pleasure.

Wen Ling's whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to move at all. Those slightly cold fingers slipped into his abdomen along the clothes and rubbed gently, and Wen Ling shivered subconsciously.

Huo Qingyao walked over belatedly, leaning on the bar and teasingly said: "Okay, hurry up and take him home, don't show here."

Song Lu picked him up horizontally, the little guy seemed a little scared, and subconsciously squeezed his collar tightly.

"Watch it carefully, tell him to drink it up, not a single drop is left."

Huo Qingyao nodded: "Understood, I'll be watching here."

Watching Song Lu leave the bar, Huo Qingyao casually walked up to the boy and knelt down slowly: "Why bother, it's not good to provoke anyone, but to provoke him."

Most of the bottle was filled with high-concentration wine, and the boy's face was already pale and he was sweating: "Brother Huo, help me, help me, I'm really wrong... If I know that he is Song Lu's target, I will Definitely can't strike up a conversation!"

Huo Qingyao waved his hand, smiling with indifference: "I can't help you, it's useless to make Song Lu angry, the king of heaven is here."

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

Song Lu carried him into the car and helped Wen Ling fasten his seat belt, but the little guy was still in a daze.

"Come back to your senses." Song Lu squeezed his chin and kissed him, with a smile in his voice.

Wen Ling woke up instantly. He looked at Song Lu with uncertain hesitation and bewilderment in his eyes, as if it was difficult to digest this matter.

"If you have any questions, just ask."

Wen Ling held the pen and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head and wrote: 【Your legs can stand up, I am very happy. 】

As for some other secrets, Song Lu had a great reaction to this incident. It must not be a good memory, and he didn't want to reveal his wounds.

Song Lu smiled lowly, Wen Ling's mind was too easy to guess, but it was because it was so easy to guess that he wanted to laugh.

His little guy should have noticed something, so he didn't want him to mention the past.

This kind of Wen Ling made him wish he could hide in a place where no one would find out, only for him.

It's just that if that's the case, there will still be light in his little guy's eyes, will it be the same as now?

Song Lu didn't bother to guess, but if anyone wanted to take Wen Ling away from him, then he wouldn't mind killing that person at all costs.

Wen Ling seemed a little sleepy, rubbed his eyes with his small hands, and yawned quietly.

"Go back." Song Lu rubbed Wen Ling's head, started the car and drove away.

At the same time, in the parking space not far away, Xiao Lu's nails dug into her flesh, and she looked at the man who came out with someone in his arms in disbelief.

Song Lu wasn't limping at all, he was just pretending!

The person he held in his arms was clearly the dumb guy he saw today!

The burning pain on her cheek was still a reminder of what she had experienced in the bar today.

Since she was a child, she has been admired by all the stars, and anyone should compliment her and let her go. Song Lu dared to slap himself in the face today because of a dumb person who can't speak.

Obviously marrying her is a win-win situation for both families, not to mention that she is so good-looking and has many people chasing after her, Song Lu told her not to hang out with a dumb person.

Thinking that Song Lu was not limping at all and came out with the dumb in his arms, Xiao Lu's expression turned ugly as if he was eating shit.

"I don't believe it anymore, it's not over."

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

Back at the villa, the butler met him in the underground garage ahead of time. He skillfully pushed the wheelchair, and Song Lu opened the door and got out of the car and sat on it.

Wen Ling was taken aback by this scene again.

The butler had known about it for a long time, no wonder he was extremely calm and never followed Song Lu every time he went out.

But isn't he afraid that the housekeeper will tell his wife about it?

Song Lu saw Wen Ling's doubts, and Song Lu leaned back in the chair with a smile.

Ever since he knew that Song Lu's leg problem wasn't real, Wen Ling looked at him sitting in a wheelchair, and always had the feeling of a tyrant sitting on the throne and preparing to kill everyone.

"I bear his son's medical expenses, and I won't turn back until his son fully recovers."

The butler stood behind Song Lu and said in a respectful tone, "Young Master Song has done us a great favor, I will not tell Madam."

Wen Ling dispelled his doubts, and followed Song Lu to the elevator upstairs.

After entering the bedroom, Song Lu stopped pretending, and stood directly in front of the closet, took out his clothes and hooked his hands at Wen Ling: "Come here and change my clothes."

Seeing this, Wen Ling pouted, and took a pen to write: [You can change it yourself. I pretended to be so long before I didn't realize it. I'm such an idiot. 】

With a playful smile in Song Lu's eyes, he picked him up and kissed him lightly in his arms: "Yes, my little idiot."

The tip of the ear was bleeding red, but Wen Ling still smiled shyly and rubbed Song Lu's head.

"Let's go, I smelled all over my body in the bar today, go take a shower."

With that said, Song Lu hugged Wen Ling and went straight to the bathroom.

Wen Ling panicked with fright, and struggled to get down, but was slapped on the buttocks gently by a pair of big hands.

"Don't move around." Song Lu's voice was low, with a little hoarse warning.

Wen Ling sensed something, and suddenly became as quiet as a quail, not moving at all.

Song Lu took off Wen Ling's clothes, put them in the hot spring pool, and then walked in by himself.

"Where did that guy touch you today?"

Wen Ling knew that Song Lu was referring to the boy in the bar, so he stretched out his hand and gently pointed at his arm.

Song Lu squeezed Wen Ling's hand, scrubbing and washing him slowly.

Not long after, the lotus root white arm was stained with red marks.

"You're so delicate." Song Lu chuckled, looking at the criss-crossed fingerprints on the cold white skin, with a certain sense of abusive beauty.

With the tip of his tongue against his cheek, dark and obscure thoughts took root in his heart.

If you cry, will you be more squeamish?

Wen Ling was turned over and over by Song Lu and washed himself inside and out, and finally ended with red eye circles.

Wrapped in a bath towel, Song Lu helped Wen Ling gently blow-dry his hair.

Run your fingers through the black hair, and it dries after a while.

When he fell asleep in Song Lu's arms, Wen Ling's sleeping face was defenseless, and he even became a little overly dependent.

If only it could go on like this.

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

The next morning, Wen Ling looked at his wife who had rushed back overnight, feeling a little astonished.

Madam looked a little dusty, she looked anxiously at Song Lu who was eating breakfast, as if she was impatient to ask for some proof.

"Lulu said that she saw you walking out with a boy in her arms at the bar yesterday. Is your leg healed?"

Song Lu's eating was elegant and dignified, he wiped his hands after eating the toast, and then raised his head to look at Mrs. Song.

"Okay, isn't mother not sure?"

Mrs. Song's face was a little pale, almost shaky: "No, it's not like this. Mom hopes your legs will be better, if your legs are better..."

"When my leg is healed, you will be able to relieve your guilt and cancel what you did in the past, right?" Song Lu's tone suddenly became aggressive, and he watched Mrs. Song's face that was getting more and more bloodless. , with a malicious smile.

"Don't worry, mother, I won't be able to stand up for the rest of my life."

Mrs. Song took out the USB flash drive tremblingly: "I know you hate your mother, but you shouldn't make fun of your body. I watched the surveillance of the bar yesterday. Since you can stand up, don't sit in a wheelchair Come on, go out to socialize more, and keep in touch with Lulu, after all, the two of you are married..."

"Mother, does she want me to tear myself apart with you and tell you the truth?" Song Lu seemed to have been touched by some taboo, he slapped the knife on the table forcefully, startling everyone.

"Knowing that my legs are healed, I can't wait for a commercial marriage so that I can use my remaining interests. Do you think that as long as I can stand up again, the previous things can be written off. After all, you are my mother. After a long time, Anything can fade."

Mrs. Song choked for breath, and almost subconsciously retorted: "Mom didn't, that's not the case..."

"No? Do you dare to stand here and swear in front of everyone that what you just said is not selfish?"

Mrs. Song was silent again.

Song Lu pulled his lips. He stood up from the chair, and with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, he looked down at Mrs. Song condescendingly.

"Don't worry, I will never forget every word you said when you chose one of the two. As long as I am still alive, you will always live in pain and guilt."

In the end, Mrs. Song couldn't support herself and fell to the ground.

"I just, I just wish this home was better, I never thought it would turn out like this..."

"Whether it is for this family or for yourself, everyone knows it well. Don't act here, my father is not here, no one will pity you." Song Lu smiled sarcastically, and then took Wen Ling's head Leave without going back.

Before leaving, Song Lu seemed to think of something again, and turned his head: "I advise you to give up on Xiao Lu's matter as soon as possible, after all, you also know my character, if you really do something irreparable, you will Don't want to help me clean up the mess, do you?"

Song Lu's deep and handsome facial features looked like a flesh-eating evil spirit at the moment, and his whole body was full of surlyness.

It didn't take long for Xiao Lu to receive an anonymous courier. When she opened the courier box, she screamed almost instantly, rolled her eyes and passed out.

The box contained a bloody mouse that had been skinned, and the skin was even placed in the box intact.

It's a warning, but a threat.

If Xiao Lu dared to go crazy, then he, Song Lu, would definitely be able to kill him better than anyone else.