I'm not unlucky at all

But as soon as he dialed the number, he was snatched away by a group of workers next to him.

The one who had the best relationship with Lu Daliu tried his best to persuade him: "Liu, just bear with it. Who of us who are new to the city to beg for life hasn't encountered any injustice? It's hard to swallow. It was you who taught us, at most, there will be a little bit of trouble on the side of the small road, nothing serious will happen, so bear with it and pass."

Lu Daliu's complexion changed again and again, and the last big man just squatted on the ground in such a dejected manner, his eyes were red, he covered his head and did not speak.

Just then, the outgoing call was answered belatedly.

"I can't control this matter, who cares what your brother's name is Lu Yuan or Lu Fang?"

In the hotel, Song En had just finished socializing, his stomach was filled with a pile of horse urine, and his lower head was so swollen that he couldn't hold it anymore. He loosened his belt and went to the bathroom while listening to the phone with a bad complexion. face looked at him.

"President, President." Song En's stomach tightened from being stared at, and hurriedly said to Lu Daliu on the other end of the phone not to bother him anymore, and hung up the phone.

He and the Song family are distant relatives who are barely related after the fifth server. They are usually used to pretending to be pretentious in the company based on their identities. You have to put your tail up and offer it carefully, and you can't afford to provoke it at all.

Song Wenlu didn't want to talk to Song En at first, but he vaguely heard Song Xing's name from Song En's mouth, so he was careful: "Who did you just talk to?"

Song En's scalp tingled, and he said, "It's a worker in tomorrow's construction." After a pause, he carefully watched the man staring at him silently, and continued, "This worker has a brother who is having a birthday party today. But in the middle of the meeting, his younger brother was forcibly taken away by the foreman, saying that he had offended a big shot, and he asked me for help, but..."

Song Wenlu said, "But what?"

Song En hesitated for a while, thinking of the rumors that the two young masters of the Song family had always been at odds, so he could only tell the truth: "But the worker brother seems to have offended Master Wen Yan, and you know Master Wen Yan's temper, you really need to deal with it Who dares to persuade anyone."

Song Wenlu's temples twitched: "What's the name of the person Song Wenyan took away?"

Song En was terrified by the man's sudden sinking momentum, and almost couldn't hold back his head, and hurriedly said, "It seems to be Lu Yuan."

There was a cool breeze at night.

Most of the lights in the square were extinguished, and darkness grew in the corners.

"it's him?"

Song Wenyan sat in the car and watched people being brought over.

Song Xing was forced to stand in front of the car.

030 trembled in his mind: "Xiaoxi, what are they going to do to you?"

Song Xing said, "I don't know."

030 also said: "Excellent comrades must never succumb to the despotic power of villains."

Song Xing: "...What have you been watching recently?"

His hands were tied behind his back with a hemp rope deliberately by Zhao Laoer, and it hurt him so much.

030's gag was somewhat useful, but Song Xing still tried to divert his attention.

He looked around except for the faces of Zhao Lao Er and other people, they were very strange, and he didn't recognize them, including the original body, who didn't have any impression in his memory, and he probably had never seen them before.

Finally, his eyes fell on the pitch-black car in front of him, Song Xing lowered his eyes, unable to see the appearance of the people in the car clearly.

Inside the car, Song Wenyan narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what kind of top-quality goods Song Wenlu could fall in love with.

He turned on the headlights, and the incandescent light gave Song Xing a clear view from head to toe.

Song Wenyan first looked at Song Xing's face, his appearance was above average, but not top-notch, and then he looked at his waist and buttocks. The waist was thin, but there was no flesh on the buttocks, and the whole person didn't say anything. The face with the advantage is still yellow and thin, like someone who came out of a refugee camp, making people lose their appetite just by looking at it.

To say that Song Wenyan still had the slightest desire to respond to Song Wenlu in his heart at first, but after he looked Song Xing from head to toe, all desires disappeared.

It is said that if you are used to eating big fish and big meat, it would be nice to try some porridge and side dishes, but if the side dishes are all rotten...

Song Wenyan looked away in disgust, wondering why his cousin fell in love with such a thing.

He completely gave up on the plan in his heart and waved his hands out of the car.

There is also a van parked in an unobtrusive place on the side.

"Take him up there." Song Wenyan said, "Remember to hand it over to Manager Jin and train him well."

Song Xing was quickly taken into an old-fashioned van, Zhao Laoer and the group of gangsters didn't keep up, and seemed to be left behind.

There were two men in black windbreakers in the car. They wore sunglasses in the middle of the night. They had Zhang Guozi faces on their faces, which looked like bodyguards who often served as cannon fodder and set boards in mainland fighting movies.The man driving the car was not very good at driving. When he stepped on the gas pedal, the van made a sound of rattling old parts, and it ran slower than a tractor.

030: "...Suddenly I'm not afraid anymore."

Song Xing sat there without moving.

The van drove a little slower on the road, and the two men took Song Xing directly to Bense and went up to the seventh floor.

It is obviously a sensual place, but the decoration on the seventh floor is more elegant and generous. The people inside are all soft-spoken, and the beautiful women coming and going are wearing light makeup and wearing cheongsams with slits. The men were dazzled.

Song Xing was forced into a room by two men.

The room is full of aromas, and I don't know what spices are smoked.

"Hey, what kind of routine are you two playing, be good, don't strangle our little cute hands."

Outside the house, a half-mature woman walked in with her buttocks up and pinched her orchid fingers.

This woman had a mole between her eyebrows, she smiled like a Guanyin who came out of a Buddhist scripture, her eyes were downcast and compassionate, but the tone of her mouth was so sophisticated and vulgar.

She stepped forward and squeezed Song Xing's wrist, and Song Xing dodged away.

The woman clicked her tongue twice: "He still has a temper."

"Aunt Jin," the two silent men finally opened their mouths in a low voice: "The young master said that I will hand it over to you, and I will inspect the goods in an hour. I hope you are satisfied."

"Satisfied, satisfied, definitely satisfied." The woman called Aunt Jin nodded again and again. She glanced at Song Xing's face, looked left and right, and said with a smile, "Although Mr. Song will come for an inspection."

Song Xing heard that he was being compared back and forth like a commodity, and frowned and said, "You are breaking the law by doing this."

"Breaking the law?" Aunt Jin covered her mouth and laughed cheerfully, her little finger curled up delicately, and she said in a loving tone, "What a cute little naive."

Song Xing frowned inadvertently.

He didn't know the original body or who he had provoked unintentionally. The current situation is a bit bad, which can be regarded as very unlucky.

The two men left quickly after handing Song Xing to Aunt Jin.

Song Xing stood in front of the sofa, his wrists were still tied, and he couldn't even beat a woman.

Fortunately, Aunt Jin who stayed in the house did not intend to do anything to Song Xing.

She first poured a glass of ice water and put it in front of Song Xing, then sat on the sofa and lazily introduced herself, "I am the manager here, and everyone calls me Aunt Jin."

Song Xing looked at her and said nothing.

Aunt Jin smiled, raising her slender red phoenix eyes.

She picked her nails and said casually: "In Jiangcheng, unless it is a customer who comes here for consumption, most people come into my house, but it is difficult to get out. I see that you are not old, and I don't want to use any tricks on you , How about this, I'll give you half an hour, first drink a glass of ice water and think about it carefully, then listen to me and stay in this room for a good night, and leave the door early the next morning to tell what happened Forget about it? Or do you want to mess with someone who shouldn't be messed with so that you can never get out again?"

Song Xing pursed her lips and understood the meaning of the woman's words.

"Who is it?" he asked.

Aunt Jin looked pitifully, but did not answer.

She clapped her hands and called several bodyguards to come in, and asked someone to untie the rope on Song Xing's hands.

Song Xing knew that he couldn't run away, so he didn't make unnecessary moves.

Aunt Jin nodded in satisfaction, and finally left Song Xing a sentence for him to think about it, and walked out the door with cat steps.

Song Xing was the only one left in the room, and the only exit was guarded by bodyguards. Outside the window was a seven-story height, and he would be disabled if he jumped down.

030 panicked: "Xiao, what should we do now?"

Song Xing rubbed his purple wrist, looked around at the decorations, and said slowly: "Wait."

030 also knew that there was no other way. It disliked its own uselessness, so it could only comfort Song Xing with words: "Xing Xing, drink some water and rest, and wait to see who comes in. Let's punch one and kick one pair. .”

Song Xing shook his head, stared down at the glass of ice water left by the woman for a while, and then slowly said: "This water is not drinkable."

The water was drugged.

They are all common methods used in the clubhouse. Aunt Jin thought that Song Xing didn't understand, but Lu Yuan has an adult soul in his body, Song Xing has all the experience that should be understood.

The mobile phone has been taken away long ago, so there is only silence to wait at this time.

About half an hour passed.

There was a sudden sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground outside the quiet door.

Song Xing frowned slowly and stood up from the sofa.

Soon the sound of leather shoes stopped in front of the door, and the door handle was slowly turned and opened.

Song Xing pursed his lips, watching the gradually revealed face of the person behind the door, his vigilant eyes flashed with surprise, and he almost blurted out: "Mr. Song?"