I'm not unlucky at all

Song Wenlu didn't feel that he had misunderstood Song Xing. His action of holding a cigarette in his mouth was not the usual gentleman and restraint, but showed a little uninhibited and casual.

Song Xing was worried about Suhang's body and didn't want to talk too much with the man.

Su Hang wanted to argue for Song Xing, but he had used up all his strength when he was yelling at Fenmao before, and now he was not only top-heavy and weak, but also wanted to vomit. Split lung retching.

"He has been drugged." Song Wenlu glanced at Suhang indifferently, and then made a judgment, "It's best to take him to the hospital quickly, or wait to lay a white cloth for him to collect his body."

Song Xing's pupils shrank slightly, and Su Hang grabbed Song Xing's hand with a pale face, his eyes were full of pleading.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to see a doctor." Song Xing said.

Suhang didn't even have the strength to nod, he just felt a tightness in his chest and passed out.

At this time, it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and there was not even a ghost on the street except for the drunken man who was drunk.The parking lane outside True Color is full of private luxury cars, and taxi drivers seldom show up here because they are afraid of accidentally scratching passing vehicles.Song Xing didn't know about this, and could only support Suhang to move forward with difficulty, but he couldn't wait for a taxi that could carry passengers for a long time.

Song Wenlu hadn't left yet, he smoked a whole cigarette, and followed Song Xun mysteriously, seeing that the young man was sweating all over his body, and his white T-shirt was soaked in sweat, sticking wetly to his body.

"If you don't want your money to go to waste, you can actually send him back to the seventh floor, where there will be professional doctors and nurses to clean his stomach." Song Wenlu accidentally saw Song Mingfeng's true colors in the early years Tricks, he has a physical dislike for this kind of colored service staff in his true colors, but he still has the patience to tell Song Xing.

Song Xing shook his head and refused.

If it was as simple as Song Wenlu said, then why did Suhang call himself here instead of seeking the nearest medical staff in the clubhouse.

To be honest, he was worried about sending Suhang back again.

A strange feeling flashed in Song Wenlu's eyes, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Xing: "I can't see that you are serious about him."

Song Xing struggled to free one hand, and wiped off the sweat dripping from his face: "He is my friend."

"Friend?" Song Wenlu smiled inexplicably.

Song Xing didn't speak any more.

An Airbus taxi ran past on the road, and Song Xing stretched out his hand to beckon. The driver saw two overlapping figures from a distance, and thought it was a drunk who didn't even step on the brakes. The indifferent ass drifts away.

Song Wenlu laughed. He rubbed the soot remaining between his fingers, raised his eyelids and looked at the sweaty young man, and suddenly said in a leisurely manner, "Why don't I take you there."

Song Xing was stunned for two seconds, then raised her eyes in surprise: "Mr. Song?"

"Do you want to?" Song Wenlu squinted his eyes, looked at the slightly widened eyes of the young man, and his mood inexplicably became a lot smoother, "I don't have time to spend too long here with you, if you don't want me, I'll leave."

Song Xing pursed her lips: "Then I will trouble you."

In the end, Song Wenlu drove the two of them to the nearest adjacent hospital and referred Suhang to the emergency department.Song Xing didn't have much money on him, and he couldn't afford the medical expenses after going to the emergency room, so Song Wenlu paid for it in advance.

030 looked at Song Wenlu's slender back standing at the toll office, and whispered quietly in Song Xing's mind: "Actually, looking at it this way, the mission target is not only arrogant, but also quite enthusiastic?"

Song Xing waited outside the emergency room door noncommittally.

Suhang's diagnosis came down quickly, and the situation was very bad.Not to mention physical trauma, his stomach is not good, and he has chronic gastritis that occasionally recurs because of not eating on time all year round. This time, he was given a lot of hallucinogens in the water he drank. It's like killing people to death.

Song Xing asked: "Do you need an operation?"

The doctor nodded.

Song Xing asked again: "How much is the surgery?"

The doctor said the number, five.

Song Wenlu came over and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you want to have surgery?"

Song Xing looked at him and repeated what the doctor said.

Song Wenlu put his suit jacket on his shoulders, narrowed his eyes and said, "Then do it, I'll be responsible for the cost, but..."

Song Xing said, "But what?"

For some reason, Song Wenlu stared at Song Xing's expressionless face and laughed, and asked in a low voice, "But my money didn't come from the wind, so how do you or your friend plan to pay it back?"

Repaying debts is a matter of course. Although Song Xing understood that the money was not owed by him in a strict sense, he couldn't just watch Su Hang lying on the operating table like this, so he said slowly: "I will first Raise money and try to pay you back as much as possible, and when Suhang wakes up, he will pay back the rest."

Song Wenlu's shoes were casually buckled on the ground, and the two shirt buttons open around his neck made him exude an unspeakably dangerous aura: "Well, I'm not trying to force others, I guess the kid inside will wake up tonight But come here, why don't you make a bet with me, if you win, I will pay for the medical expenses." The man's tone was deliberately seductive, like a demon in a western fantasy story, slowly reaching out to the sacrifice Evil claws.

Song Xing didn't ask what would happen if he lost the bet, but only asked what the man bet on.

Song Wenlu looked at Song Xing and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he smiled lightly and said, "I made an appointment with a friend to meet at the bar. When you come with me later, you can gamble with me."

Song Xing's eyes drooped slightly, "What kind of gambling."

Song Wenlu approached Song Xing, bent down and stretched out a finger: "How about a drink, which is worth a thousand for medical expenses?"

Song Xing, "Deal."

Midnight is the presumptuousness of a group of people, and only the dark night can bring them the most primitive stimulation and excitement in the nerve endings.Song Wenlu arranged for a nurse for Suhang, just waiting for the other person to wake up and take care of him, while he took Song Xing all the way to the bar where he had made an appointment with his friends.

The lights in the bar were dim and dim, and the music was loud and harsh.In the middle of the dance floor, a group of chicks dancing wildly swayed their slender waists, painted flaming red lips, and licked their tongues to lure their prey who stepped onto the dance floor one by one.

"Old Song, I can't make it through tonight. The couple at home are fighting upside down. I have to coax me well now. I really can't get away." As soon as he stepped into the bar, Song Wenlu received a call from his friend. It turned out that Several girlfriends who were dating the other party at the same time knew about each other's existence, and they were now having a serious fight with him.

Song Wenlu knew that this was not the first time that the other party had dealt with this kind of thing, and his tone was as easy as driving a car with ease, but he still couldn't agree with the other party's way of life. He frowned and reminded: "If you continue to play like this, something will happen sooner or later. , it’s better to take it easy and find someone to settle on earlier.”

The person on the other side of the microphone complained, sighed and said: "You are doing this again. It's not that I said that you are good at everything, Lao Song, but why are you so old-fashioned? It's fine if you don't have a girlfriend, but you are so ambiguous outside. There is no one, I said how boring is your life?"

When mentioning his girlfriend, Song Wenlu thought of Su Xianghe inadvertently, and his face suddenly became ugly.

He didn't talk to the other party any more, he turned off his phone and found an inconspicuous place, sat down with Song Xing, then snapped his fingers and called the bartender over.

The bartender was a young and handsome guy, and he blushed at the first sight of Song Wenlu.

"What would you like to drink?"

Song Wenlu sat across from the bartender, ordered two glasses of spirits, pointed to Song Xing and said, "One glass for each person, fill it all up."

After Song Xing entered the bar, he remained silent and the bartender didn't notice the quiet young man beside the man until then.Looking Song Xing from top to bottom, the bartender looked a little disappointed, and while shaking the shaker, he didn't forget to ask the man, "Is this your playmate tonight?"

Song Wenlu looked at Song Xing with a half-smile.

Song Xing frowned, and was about to say no, but Song Wenlu stuffed the first cup of mixed spirits into his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "Did it?"

Lowering her head and sniffing the light fragrance in the wine glass, Song Xing took a sip and found that the taste was not bad.

Before 030, Song Xing was too scared to make a sound since he wanted to gamble with the mission target. He was really afraid of the taste and taste of inferior wine, but this time Song Xing sipped lightly, but it was rare sweet and delicious. , It can even be said that the aftertaste is long.

"Xiao, this is delicious!" 030 said shyly and expectantly, "Can I drink more?"

Song Xing didn't speak, he drank very slowly, and it took him 10 minutes to finish a glass of wine.

"one thousand."

Song Xing turned the cup upside down on the table and said softly.

Song Wenlu chuckled, raised his head and drank the wine in his glass, and continued to call the bartender to pour the wine.

The young bartender watched in amazement as the two drank spirits as if they were plain water, especially since neither of them showed any sign of being drunk, so he was so surprised that he almost forgot to mix the drink.

"one thousand."

Song Xing knocked down the seventh cup.

030 was fed sweet wine like soaking in a warm hot spring, so happy that he didn't want to talk.

"continue."

The man's gaze became indifferent at some point, there seemed to be no light in his dark pupils, and at first glance it looked like a bottomless abyss, exuding a fatal attraction.

Song Xing frowned inadvertently, grabbed the man's wrist the moment Song Wenlu reached for the wine, and said calmly, "Mr. Song, you are drunk."

"Drunk?" The man's eyes were unclear, but he suddenly held Song Xing's palm with his backhand, and suddenly approached the boy's pretty side face, breathing out alcohol, as if he was about to kiss him immediately, his tone was gentle and revealing A little weirdly said, "Since I'm drunk, why aren't you drunk?"

Song Xing didn't want to talk about logic with the drunkard, so she just lowered her eyes and followed the man's words, let go of the hand holding the wine glass, and said slowly, "No, I'm drunk too."