I'm not unlucky at all

"it's me."

The man was panting slightly, his temples were covered with fine sweat.

Quickly looked at Song Xing from top to bottom, Song Wenlu's frowning brows were slightly relaxed, and the tension and worry that were clenched in his heart were all let go, and he asked solemnly, "Is there anything wrong?"

Song Xing loosened his clenched hands slightly, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

The two bodyguards around were stopped by the people brought by Song Wenlu, and now they are guarding the door aggressively.

Song Wenlu entered the room and wiped his face with his shirt sleeve.

When the impatience subsided, the man said to Song Xing with a cold face, "Why did you recruit Song Wenyan?"

Song Xing frowned, feeling that the name sounded familiar, but couldn't remember it clearly, so she asked, "Who is Song Wenyan?"

Song Wenlu didn't know that he was the reason why Song Xing was tied up, and he thought it was the young man who caused trouble so far that he was still playing stupid with him, and if he didn't want to say it, he looked bad.

So, Song Xing listened to 030 counting in his mind for no reason, and jumped up and down from the decimal point to the decimal point.

The loneliness value of men has risen again.

There was no sign of it at all.

When Song Wenlu turned cold and didn't speak, his complexion was extremely bad. Outsiders looked unpredictable and serious, but in fact he was losing his temper.

Song Xing still can't understand this, but he can't let the other party's loneliness value rise just like this.

Staring at the man's sweaty forehead, Song Xing came back to his senses and asked, "How did Mr. Song find this place?"

There was a flash of emotion in Song Wenlu's eyes, and he quickly covered it up.

He glanced at Song Xing, squinted his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "Your friend on the construction site called my subordinates and said that you were tied up. I happened to hear it nearby, and I happened to be working nearby. Just come and see if you're okay."

Quite a flawed answer.

Song Xing raised her eyes, trying to look into the man's eyes, but her peripheral vision fell on his sweaty hair and shoulders, and she stopped again.

Song Wenlu didn't notice Song Xing's gaze. He was wondering what the boy did to provoke Song Wenyan, when he heard the boy suddenly say, "Thank you Mr. Song for saving me."

True color seven-story hall.

When Aunt Jin heard that someone was bringing someone to the scene, the smile on her face was suppressed from the corners of her mouth, revealing a trace of wrinkle.

After hastily explaining several things, she handed over the work in the hall to the little foreman, and personally led the rest of the thugs upstairs to Song Xing's room.

The woman walked gracefully, and some of the thugs behind her couldn't help but look at her buttocks and waist, her breasts and buttocks were thick, and she was aggressive.Some people who haven't had sex tonight are ready to move, thinking that although this old woman is getting old, the way of seducing men is really an instinct baked in her bones, just twisting this step, she will show them hard .

At the door, the thugs were stopped by the people brought by Song Wenlu three times and two ways, and only Aunt Jin was let into the house.

Aunt Jin knew that she had encountered a hard problem this time, she straightened her thoughts, thinking whether to call the young master of the Song family to take down the place or to see the situation inside before talking, she saw the tall and straight back of a man Facing the door of the house, wearing a custom-made suit, legs are legs, waist is waist, and the indescribable hormones are bursting.

The child who was tied up earlier was standing opposite the man talking, and saw her when he raised his eyes.

"Aunt Jin."

Song Xing called out to the woman.

The man turned around, his handsome face was serious and his eyes were cold.

Aunt Jin saw the man's face clearly at a glance, and her heart skipped a beat. The little thought that had been raised in her heart just now disappeared.

Not only that, she recognized the man's identity, she couldn't speak well, and stammered, "Song, Mr. Song."

"Manager Jin." Song Wenlu's voice was not salty when he saw the woman.

Aunt Jin put on a flattering smile on her face, and she couldn't help tightening her swinging waist and hips, for fear of offending the man in front of her.

In her eyes, if Song Wenyan is a dandy who can be powerful only by relying on a big tree, then Song Wenlu is the tree breeder behind the tree that supports Song Wenyan's unscrupulousness. The two are not at the same level at all.

Song Wenyan can coax, but the one in front of him can only offer.

"So this little gentleman knew Mr. Song?" Aunt Jin smiled reluctantly and said, "Master Wen Yan also said that we should treat this little gentleman well tonight."

"Entertainment?" Different from Song Xing's natural and relaxed attitude when speaking, Song Wenlu looked cold when facing women, and his tone was engraved with a proud contempt, calm and indifferent: "He is still young, I am afraid he is not suitable for your place. "

"This……"

Song Wenlu narrowed his eyes impatiently, and he was too lazy to play games with women, and said bluntly: "I will take him away soon, and Manager Jin will tell Song Wenyan for me that this person is not something he can move. Next time, It won’t be as simple as just me taking people away.”

Aunt Jin's heart skipped a beat, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Song, aren't you making things difficult for me?"

Song Wenlu raised his eyelids indifferently, and there was a hint of sharpness rolling in his black eyes.

Aunt Jin shut her mouth wisely.

"Walk."

The voice came from in front of him, and Song Xing knew that the man was talking to himself.

Song Wenlu didn't look back, Song Xing followed behind him, turned his head to look at Aunt Jin quietly before going out.

The woman stood in the room with resentful eyes and a hint of fear, she felt that Song Xing was looking at her, her lips moved and closed slightly, showing a complicated expression that Song Xing couldn't understand.

The two got off the elevator and showed their true colors.

It was exactly 11:30 in the middle of the night, Song Wenlu lit a cigarette, and the bright yellow light cut through the night, one bright and one dark.

This will be the real safety for Song Xing.

The string that had been tense in her heart was loosened, and Song Xing sneezed due to the night wind.

Song Wenlu said, "Have you caught a cold?"

Song Xing shook her head, and said calmly and earnestly after two seconds, "Thank you very much for Mr. Song's help tonight."

Looking at the serious expression on the boy's face with fixed eyes, Song Wenlu was about to say something when he heard a few sneers behind his ears.

He tilted his head to look back and saw a few people grinning narrowly at him, so he cast his dark eyes and said to Song Xing who was rubbing the tip of his nose, "Wait here."

He was anxious when the incident happened this time, so he contacted the former staff without thinking too much, all of them were special forces in the army.

These people all had some scars on their bodies, some on their faces, necks, and thighs and arms, and they looked quite oozing in the middle of the night.

After throwing a cigarette to one person and lighting it up one by one, the big men would puff and talk in the dark.

Song Xing was standing on the side. He glanced at several people, and found that they were also squinting in his direction intentionally or unconsciously.

Eyelids moved, Song Xing retracted his gaze, slowly lowered his eyes, staring at the bottom of his feet in a daze.

After smoking a cigarette, Song Wenlu quickly walked back towards Song Xing.

He held a cigarette butt in one hand, and rubbed his forehead wearily with the other.

"Xiaolu." Song Wenlu called Song Xing, seeing that the young man didn't respond, he took a puff of cigarette and approached Song Xing.

When Song Xun raised his head belatedly, the man lowered his head and panted, and the smoke rings from his mouth fell on his face.

Covering her face and coughing a few times on the spot, Song Xing choked up tears and her eyes were red.

Song Wenlu flicked the cigarette ash, leaned in front of Song Xing, carefully stared at the expression on the boy's face, and asked, "Crying?"

Song Xing rubbed his fingers at the corners of his eyes and said, "Mr. Song, I don't have any."

Song Wenlu smiled, and suddenly pulled out the cigarette case in his pocket, knocking out a cigarette: "Do you want to try it?"

Song Xing shook her head quietly: "I don't smoke, it smells bad."

"It's really a child." Song Wenlu took the cigarette back regretfully, and wiped out the cigarette butt in his hand, patted Song Xing on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Song Xing pursed her lips, touched the empty trouser pocket, and nodded.

The car soon drove to the vicinity of Jiangning Street, turned another intersection and passed a traffic light, and it was Tongzilou.

The two didn't talk much in the car. At first, Song Wenlu wanted to ask Song Xing and Song Wenyan about any grievances or entanglements that had happened before, but in the end, he saw the young man was looking out the window with a sleepy expression, and he gave up the idea as soon as his heart softened.

Until the phone suddenly turned on Daoguang, Song Wenlu accidentally caught a glimpse of the time displayed on it, and suddenly stepped on the emergency brake.

Song Xing turned her head to look at the man: "Mr. Song?"

Song Wenlu said, "It's all right."

He turned the steering wheel again, and the road deviated from the direction back to Tongzilou.

Song Xing frowned puzzled, looked at the road in front of him which was definitely not going back to Tongzilou, and said: "Mr. Song, this road is wrong."

"The road is right." After another turn, Song Wenlu parked the car on the side of the road. He quickly unfastened his seat belt and told Song Xing, "Wait for me in the car, don't get out."

Song Xing leaned on the car window and watched the man quickly disappear into the dark night road, and did not let go of her frown.

The side of the road was very quiet, a few night cars scattered here and there, appearing and disappearing at once.

Song Xing stayed in the car, and after routinely reporting the fluctuation of the man's loneliness value, 030 asked stupidly, "Xing Xing, what's the purpose of the mission?"

Song Xing's eyes fell on the dark road outside, and he said uncertainly: "People have three urgencies."

030 suddenly realized.

In just a few minutes, the tall figure of the man walked from the middle of the dark road to the dim night light, walking steadily.

He opened the car door with sweat on his face and a square paper box in his hand.

Song Xing's eyes fell on the box, and she froze slightly.

Song Wenlu got into the car, stuffed the box into Song Xing's arms, and said, "Aren't you going to take it apart?"