I'm not unlucky at all

Before dawn, Song Wenlu finally woke up.

He sat up from the bed clutching his temples, his throat seemed to have been scorched by a fire, he wanted to reach out to touch the water glass on the bedside table, but it was empty, and he felt his lower body sink, only to find a slender wrist resting on his Between the crotch, the palm covers his own bird.

"..."

Song Xun slept lightly, and Song Wenlu opened his eyes as soon as he moved.

"Mr. Song, good morning."

Song Wenlu's eyes fell on the young man's light eyes and the side face with his mouth slightly open for breathing, and his heart skipped a beat.

The touched bird seems to be about to spread its wings and fly high.

Song Xing's right hand was occupied by a man all night, and he lost consciousness numbly. At this moment, he followed Song Wenlu's dazed eyes to look at his hand, his pupils shrank, and he quickly took his hand back behind him, frowned and moved his stiff five fingers uncomfortable.

030 groaned in his mind, very much to be beaten.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Song Wenlu spent a few minutes figuring out what happened last night with a headache. His irritability made him subconsciously touch the cigarette pack in his trousers pocket. However, he just lit the cigarette and took a puff. His throat and lungs seemed to explode together.

So the birds that hadn't taken off went back to the nest lamely.

Song Wenlu's face turned pale, and he almost didn't curse out loud.

Song Xing didn't know the other party's careful thinking about male self-esteem, so he turned around and poured a glass of water for the other party, and handed it over.

Song Wenlu half closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Thank you."

Neither of them took the initiative to mention what happened that night.

Song Xing thought it was nothing, but Song Wenlu pretended to forget.

Song Xing didn't rest well all night, and drank again last night. Although he wasn't drunk, his temples couldn't help but swell.

He was still thinking about Su Hang lying on the hospital bed, so he pursed his lips and asked, "Mr. Song, do you still remember what you said last night?"

Knowing that the other party mentioned the bet they made last night, they still couldn't help but think of other places.

Song Wenlu was half leaning against the head of the bed, half-closed his eyes, and could clearly see the hem of the boy's crumpled T-shirt.

Whose masterpiece this is, he knows it well.

His head started to hurt again, and Song Wenlu's hand holding the cigarette was burned by the ash before he came back to his senses, "Do the math."

Song Xing said, "Thank you, Mr. Song."

Song Wenlu's tone was neutral: "You deserve it."

Now that Song Wenlu has sobered up, Song Xing couldn't stay any longer.

He quickly bid farewell, not saying a word about what happened last night, and his calm expression gave Song Wenlu the illusion that he never lost his composure last night.

Song Xing turned and left the room.

Song Wenlu was the only one left on the big caring bed, staring at the door for a while. After a while, he put his hand on his chest, his faint eyes flicked across the waves, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Xing's palm was warm, but actually it was not very easy to touch.

His nails are very shallow and thin, with the roots embedded in the flesh. Although the fingers are slender but the joints are thick, the palm is yellowish and chaotic, with a thick layer of calloused flesh covering it, which is hard and frustrating. Slender and delicate without any edge.

This is a symbol of the suffering that the original body has experienced.

Song Xing squeezed his stiff fingers, and calculated that he drank nine glasses of wine last night, which was nine thousand, and the surgery and medical expenses in Suhang added up to ten thousand and ninety thousand, so Song Wenlu had to pay the rest A total of [-], and the cost of the other party's hospitalization continued to increase.

After Song Xing left the bar, he called fellow Lu Daliu and said he wanted to borrow money.

030 didn't understand: "Didn't the Child of Destiny pay all the money for Suhang? Why are you so serious? Besides..." it whispered, "The medical expenses owed by others have nothing to do with you, Why take it on yourself."

Song Xing pursed her lips: "Suhang is my friend."

030 was very angry: "You guys just made friends with each other, or is it that you were bought by Song Xing with just a piece of cream cake?"

Song Xing asked the system back, "Cream cake is not delicious?"

030 felt guilty, and reluctantly said, "Delicious is delicious, but... oops, cannibalism is short-mouthed, this system understands it."

Song Xing smiled and said nothing.

After Lu Daliu got the wages from the foreman Zhao Laoer, his money was a lot looser. When he heard that Song Xing wanted to borrow money, he asked Song Xing for his address without saying a word, and asked in a rather nervous tone, "What do you say to my brother?" To be honest, is Zhao Lao Er bothering you?"

"No." Song Xing rubbed his swollen forehead and said, "Brother, I just have something urgent."

"That's fine, you wait here, brother will send you the money." Lu Daliu felt relieved, and didn't ask Song Xing what to do with the borrowed money, so he put three thousand in his pocket, and hurriedly took a taxi to drive away past.

Song Xing sat resting on a bench in the park square, his complexion was not good, his eyelids were bruised and purple, it made him feel bad to watch.

Seeing Song Xing, Lu Daliu patted him on the shoulder lightly. Song Xing opened his eyes and smiled at Lu Daliu.

Lu Da Liu ouched and said, "Why, what happened?"

Song Xing said, "It's just that I didn't have a good rest last night."

Lu Daliu sighed, didn't continue to ask, and gave the money to Song Xing: "Is this enough, I'll take it for you if it's not enough."

Song Xing said enough was enough, "Brother Liu, I will pay you back the money as soon as possible."

Lu Daliu waved his hand and said he was not in a hurry.

He was still busy with work on the construction site, and he told Song Xing to be careful what Zhao Lao Er said, and people came and left in a hurry.

Song Xing went back to the rental house to get the remaining [-] yuan, and first turned around and went to the hospital.

After the operation, Suhang was still in a coma. According to what the nurse told the doctor, it would take two days before he would wake up.

Song Xing nodded, stayed in the ward for a while, and then left to rush to a nearby bank.

Last night, while the man was not paying attention, he used the system to remember the other party's bank card number in order to pay back the money conveniently.

Song Wenlu also left the bar over there. He drove the car and called the old house. He first asked the butler what happened after Song Wenyan was sent back to the old house last night. He heard that the other party was scolded by Mr. Song. His head was bloody, and he was kicked home that night, which was just a funny meal.

But before he finished laughing, the housekeeper said cautiously: "Sir, the old man is not in a good temper today, you must take care of him when you come back."

Song Wenlu restrained his smile and frowned, "What's wrong?"

The housekeeper covered the microphone and said in a low voice: "Second Master Song came to visit this morning and said that you recently got very close to a young female secretary in the company. Stay overnight, the old man will..."

Song Wenlu paused as he turned the steering wheel, and said, "I see, I'll talk about it when I get back."

The housekeeper even said yes.

Song Wenlu pressed the phone and just passed a red light in front of him.

The phone nearby vibrated suddenly.

Song Wenlu looked down casually.

It is a push message for notification of bank card balance change.

When Song Wenlu saw the digital display on the phone, he was stunned for a while, but when he realized it, he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

He could almost imagine the boy standing in front of the deposit machine solemnly, confirming and entering his account number with a serious expression.

With his hands resting on the steering wheel, the green light came on after a while.

Someone from behind was urging the horn, the man came back to his senses, raked his hair irritably, and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck."