[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

Wen Ling turned around in a panic, and bumped into those eyes that couldn't see any emotion, as if they were desolate and dead.

Song Lu just stared at him like this, his slender and cool fingers gently lifted his chin to look carefully, as if admiring a work of art.

"Why don't you talk, huh?"

Wen Ling's body began to tremble slightly, he bit his lip and looked back at Xiao Lu, finally decided to tell the truth.

Xiao Lu's expression flustered for a moment, and then she quickly and calmly smiled, before Wen Ling said, "Since you already know, then I'll tell the truth."

She stepped forward and wanted to hold Wen Ling's hand affectionately: "Wen Ling and I are already together...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The long hair was tightly pulled, Xiao Lu only felt severe pain in the scalp, her body lost her balance and flew straight out, hitting her head on the wall.

Song Lu wiped his hands slowly, then looked down at Xiao Lu condescendingly: "If you can't control your broken mouth anymore, I'll sew it up for you."

He looked slightly sideways at Wen Ling, who was biting his lips and his face was slightly pale, his brows and eyes were cold and stubborn: "Speak."

Xiao Lu covered her head, her fingertips felt a little warm, the scarlet color made Xiao Lu a little crazy.

"He just lied to you on purpose. He's not dumb at all. What's wrong with the two of us being in love with each other?"

Her strong self-esteem made her speak more and more freely.

Song Lu had never touched him before. He used to say a few words about her at most but it was harmless, but now he beat himself because of this guy.

Xiao Lu was about to go mad with anger.

In any case, this dumb must be thrown into the water.

Song Lu clicked his tongue softly, and the gloomy and irritable emotions in his eyes seemed to have broken through the shackles and gushed out wantonly.

He walked up to Xiao Lu, grabbed his hair and dragged it out like an animal.

Xiao Lu's sharp cry was a bit stern, Song Lu kicked the emergency passage with his feet calmly, and then threw the person down mercilessly, allowing Xiao Lu to roll all the way down the stairs.

Taking out his mobile phone, Song Lu's voice was flat and deep: "Go to the 21st floor and get the person away."

After explaining, Song Lu returned to the lounge as if nothing had happened.

He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looked at Wen Ling who was still standing there at a loss, and lightly hooked his fingers: "Come here."

Wen Ling swallowed, and moved slowly.

Walking in front of Song Lu, the man tapped the armrest of the sofa with his slender hands with distinct phalanges, and propped his head lazily with the other hand, looking at him like a superior and said, "Speak."

Wen Ling grabbed his clothes and looked at the man cautiously, then slowly opened his mouth and told all about his kidnapping.

Song Lu's expression didn't change, he just looked at Wen Ling with a vague meaning: "So you will be able to talk from that day on?"

"Then why didn't you tell me, huh?"

Wen Ling twisted her fingers nervously, as if she wanted to explain: "I..."

But when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say, so he could only lower his head and apologize: "I'm sorry."

He didn't know how to tell Song Lu that he could speak, would it be strange if he could speak suddenly?

Moreover, he has no evidence for Xiao Lu's kidnapping. The Xiao family and Song Lu still have very close business contacts.

Song Lu narrowed his eyes, pulled the corners of his lips and hugged Wen Ling's waist.

Wen Ling lost his balance and fell into Song Lu's arms, not daring to move, just nestling obediently.

"I didn't want you to watch it. Since you are disobedient, let me show you something interesting."

Song Lu stood up with a calm tone.

Wen Ling instinctively felt a little uneasy, he grabbed Song Lu's clothes and wanted to dodge backwards.

Song Lu turned a blind eye to Wen Ling's resistance, and got into the car directly with him in his arms.

The 120 downstairs is waiting, and the medical staff is carrying Xiao Lu to the car.

Wen Ling glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and almost cried out in fright.

There was a big gash on Xiao Lu's forehead, which looked deep, and was bleeding ferociously through the gauze.

She had bruises all over her body to varying degrees, and she lay unconscious on a stretcher.

Wen Ling wanted to take a closer look, but a big warm hand covered his eyes.

"Stop looking at dirty things, not clean."

Song Lu's voice was deep and shallow, and the words he uttered made people's hearts sink uncontrollably.

In his eyes, Xiao Lu can only be regarded as a dirty thing.

Carrying him into the car, Song Lu attached himself to fasten the seat belt for Wen Ling.

The strong sense of oppression made Wen Ling swallow nervously. He looked at Song Lu who was sitting up straight with one hand on the steering wheel, and couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Where are we going?"

Song Lu looked sideways slightly, showing a somewhat intriguing smile: "I'll take you to meet someone."

The car has left the urban area and is heading towards the suburbs.

Song Lu's real estate is countless, and Wen Ling doesn't know where he is going.

The feeling of uneasiness in my heart became more and more intense, until the car was in a three-story detached house located in the woods in the suburbs, and this fear reached its peak.

The appearance of the detached house is very dilapidated, the original white wall skin has been grayed and peeled off, and it is almost impossible to be found if it is hidden here.

Why did you bring him to such a secret place?

Wen Ling's fingertips were icy cold, and the shadow of being kidnapped to the abandoned factory was still vivid in his mind. His body was stiff and he didn't dare to get out of the car.

Song Lu turned sideways and unfastened Wen Ling's seat belt, got out of the car and opened the door to catch him in his arms, with a narrow tone.

"What, are you afraid?"

Wen Ling just buried his head in Song Lu's arms, not daring to speak at all.

Kicking open the door, a boy dressed like a street gangster ran over immediately, and said in a flattering tone, "Mr. Song, everything you have arranged has been taken care of."

"Did you open your mouth?"

"It's Zhang Zhang. Xiao Lu told him all the things he explained. There is still evidence in the phone, and we have already collected it."

Holding Wen Ling in his arms, Song Lu walked directly into the innermost room of the single building.

The humid and hot air rushed towards his face, Wen Ling's pupils trembled slightly as he looked at the ugly guy who was bound hands and feet and beaten all over his body.

He was still wearing the yellow and black plaid shirt that he wore on the day of the kidnapping.

Sensing Wen Ling's reaction, Song Lu pulled his lips and smiled gloomyly: "Baby, he kidnapped you, shall I avenge you?"

Wen Ling looked at him with some puzzlement, and his eyes widened in the next second.

The knife pierced neatly into the man's thigh.

The scream pierced into Wen Ling's eardrums, and his hairs exploded instantly.

"Don't, don't hit me." Wen Ling tugged on his sleeve, almost daring to speak.

Song Lu looked sideways and bent his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.

He looked at Wen Ling's terrified appearance like a bunny, and his voice was low and bewitching.

"He kidnapped you to provoke me, so I didn't wrong him by stabbing you."

Rubbing his tender chin with cold fingers, he wrapped Wen Ling in his arms in a possessive gesture, as if asking a disobedient child: "Guys who break the rules will always be punished, won't they?"