I'm not unlucky at all

The riot at the landlord's house didn't last long.

The police came to the door very quickly. Seeing that it was a family dispute without any fatalities, they called the mediator to close the door and talked heart-to-heart.

As for the burns on Chen Sancui's face, there are no rich and noble people in Tongzilou, so just pour some sesame oil on it.

There is no way to say this kind of thing. The tenants in the tube building look at each other, and the timid ones have already started to use their mobile phones to screen various renting software. They are afraid that something will happen to the landlord and his wife next time. They will suffer accordingly.

Song Xing frowned, and sighed inaudibly.

very light.

People in the corridor are all going back to their homes.

There was a tenant who lived on the fourth floor like Song Xing. He was a strong young man with a burly figure and a round waist.

The young and strong man had the courage to knock down the door of the landlord's house before, but now he was a little impatient and walked up three steps at a time.

When he met two people who were not moving in the corridor, he opened his mouth and wanted to curse, but when he saw the man standing at the back, his heart suddenly trembled, and the words were swallowed and sent back to his stomach. Digested.

Song Wenlu followed behind Song Xing, standing idly with his hands in his pockets.

As the child of destiny chosen by the world, when he turned cold and said nothing, the corners of his mouth, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, were always drawn into a straight line, and the emotions in his eyes became unpredictable. The opponent's coldness, undisturbed momentum, and natural danger.

The young burly man chose to be cowardly, scratched his head and picked Song Xing, who had a much greener face, and showed his crooked teeth and said, "Little brother, I haven't seen you before, you're new here?"

There was no such person in Yuanshen's memory, so Song Xing made way for him first, and then said: "I moved out for a while before, and I just came back to live recently."

The young man curled his lips: "Then your luck is really bad."

Song Wenlu glanced at him casually.

Then the young man's scalp felt numb, and for some reason he missed a step and stepped on four steps, his legs almost broke.

The stove in the building is now being used by someone again, and the onion, ginger and red pepper are still cooked together. The fragrance wafts for ten miles, which is very hateful.

Song Xing and Song Wenlu only ate a piece of roasted sweet potato in the morning, and the other didn't even drink much saliva.

It's embarrassing.

I don't know what's going on, but after Song Wenlu reflexively looked at the small blackboard in front of him, and said to the owner of the snack cart, "Don't be spicy, don't want green onions and coriander, add more ham sausage", the whole person is still in some kind of empty state.

The cause of the incident was that Song Xing suddenly asked him in the corridor if he was hungry.

At that time, Song Wenlu couldn't tell if he wasn't hungry, so Song Xing understood it and said, "There is a family nearby that makes delicious pancakes."

Chinese savior crepe.

Until Song Wenlu ate this thing in his mouth, he still couldn't relax.

The owner of the snack cart looks very familiar with Song Xing.

After he finished the job for Song Wenlu, when it was Song Xing's turn, he just said, "It's the same as before, right?" Then he scooped up the rice milk and started spreading pancakes.

For two pancakes, one with extra ham costs five yuan, and the other basically costs three yuan, which adds up to eight yuan.

Song Xing handed over the steel coin left in his pocket.

The owner of the snack cart happily received it in his pocket and said, "Then count it together with last time, this money is just right."

Song Xing said, "The boss still remembers."

The owner of the snack cart smiled and said: "We do small business all day long. We don't have a good memory. How can we make money? But I was really embarrassed that day. It happened that my family took all the change and exchanged it for the whole thing. You advanced ten yuan to me first."

Song Xing shook his head and said, "It's okay."

The owner of the snack cart smiled and said a few words to Song Xing, and a few more customers came in front of the stall, and they went about their business.

The pancake fruit is not so delicious, but it can fill the stomach.

A pancake is spread with an egg, and the pancake is brushed with raw sweet bean sauce. The fritters are half-cold and not hard, and the ham sausage that costs two yuan a piece is also full of starch.

The young master in the wealthy mansion had never eaten this kind of food before, one bite was considered a novelty, and after two bites he began to dislike it, but although Song Wenlu didn't like it, he still ate the fruit into his stomach in three or two bites, and then turned his head to look at Song Xing, who was eating slowly, asked, "Do you often come here to eat?"

Song Xing followed Yuan's memory and said yes.

Taking another bite of the hot pancake fruit in his hand, the smell of chili sauce rushed to his forehead, Song Xing couldn't help but frowned, and the tip of his tongue was slightly numb.

He is not very good at spicy food, but Yuanshen loves it very much.

It was Lu Yuan who was acquainted with the owner of the snack cart, so the hand-made pancakes made for Song Xing were covered with a layer of red chili sauce.

Biting the tip of her tongue that was numbed by the heat, fine sweat broke out on Song Xie's forehead, and she reluctantly asked: "Mr. Song, what do you think of the taste?"

Song Wenlu's eyes flicked back and forth and fell on Song Xing's rosy lips. He wanted to say that it was not delicious, but somehow he said, "...not bad."

Song Xing hummed and pursed his lips slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a mechanical sound prompt in his mind.

"The solitude value of the task target fluctuates, and the current solitude value is 10."

Inexplicably dropped three points.

Song Xun exhaled twice, letting out the spicy taste in his mouth, staring at Song Wenlu thoughtfully and said, "Has Mr. Song had enough?"

Song Wenlu had a bad premonition in his heart, Meifeng moved slightly and said, "What?"

Song Xing thought for a while, put the half-eaten pancake fruit in a bag and broke off the piece he bit, handed the rest to Song Wenlu, and said seriously: "Are you still eating?"

Song Wenlu thought that he might be crazy to hear the sense of expectation from the young man's calm voice.

How did the last half of super spicy pancakes be solved? Song Wenlu didn't want to mention it anymore.

On the way back, the man's expressionless facial features, the falcon-like cold eyes gleamed with red light, his whole body exuded a power that people dare not look directly at, scaring away a few waves of children playing on the side of the road .

Is he so scary?

Taking advantage of Song Xing's inattention, Song Wenlu sniffled.

The distance was very short, and it didn't take long to reach the downstairs of Tongzi.

Song Wenlu went to drive, and Song Xing stood outside the car, saying goodbye politely.

"Goodbye, Mr. Song."

"Goodbye." Song Wenlu rolled down the car window casually and said, "I will treat you next time I have time."

Song Xing hesitated for a moment, and said, "Okay." He has now somewhat figured out the changing law of a man's loneliness value, and whenever he follows the other party's wishes, it is easy to reduce the loneliness value.

Song Wenlu didn't know that the young man in front of him had already "seeed through" him.

Nodding slightly, Song Wenlu drove the car back to the Song family's old house.

The Song family's old house is an independent small villa.

As soon as Song Wenlu parked the car and entered the door, he saw Mr. Song sitting on the dark brown faucet chair, smoking slowly with a bong in his hand, and there were two people standing around him who said strangers should not enter. The bodyguard has a cold face and a full posture.

The butler stood by with his hands down, holding a tea tray in his hands.

Mr. Song put down his pipe, took a sip of tea, and in an old voice, he slowly spoke to the person sitting opposite him: "So, Miss Su means that my grandson is not good enough for you?"

"Mr. Song, there is never anyone who is not worthy of anyone in love, and some are just inappropriate." A gentle female voice came from the other sofa, it was Su Xianghe's voice, "Wen Lu and I like each other, But you forced me to leave, but I wonder if you have thought about Wenlu's mood? If he knows what happened today, what will he think of you as a grandfather?"

"What he thinks of the old man is of course his business." Mr. Song put down his teacup, twisted the beads in his hand and said, "Miss Su only needs to answer whether he agrees to the old man's request. If you think 300 million is not enough, then 500 million How about it?"

"Impossible." Su Xianghe said decisively.

Mr. Song closed his eyes, and said slowly: "In this case, I have to wrong Miss Su..."

"grandfather."

Song Wenlu uttered a word to stop Mr. Song from saying what he was going to say next. Mr. Song paused, opened his eyes and looked at him indifferently, sat up from the leading chair with a cold snort, and went upstairs with the support of the bodyguards on his crutches.

Su Xianghe stood up from the sofa, the pure white dress made her slender and delicate.

"Wen Law?"

Su Xianghe opened his eyes slightly, his tone of surprise and surprise.