I'm not unlucky at all

There was a thin layer of calluses under the man's thumb, and the hand that pinched Song Xing's chin was not heavy, and he could break free by tilting his head.

"Mr. Song." Song Xing was very uncomfortable. He frowned, raised his hand and wiped the place where the man pressed his thumb, and said, "You are very rude."

Song Wenlu laughed out of anger, and said lightly, "I'm rude?"

The man's tall figure approached, Song Xing did not lower his head, and could almost see the shadows in the other's eyes.

Song Xing has a mild temper, and most of his overly intense emotions were wiped out in the first 20 years of unlucky life.He never took the initiative to argue or quarrel with others, and he didn't take Song Wenlu's oppression very seriously.

As the son of destiny chosen by the world, Song Wenlu rarely meets people around him who are completely unaffected by his aura.In addition to the old man of the Song family who brought him up with his own hands, even the younger uncle of the Song family who had been with him the longest also had a faint fear of him.Even if Song Wenlu didn't want to admit how much he misunderstood Song Xing's "occupation" in the beginning, he had to change his attitude towards Song Xing at this time.

Even if the other party deliberately used this routine to attract his attention.

Song Wenlu thought casually, his eyes drifting past the slightly reddened chin after being brushed by the young man.

Is he despising himself?

But it's true, didn't this kid just say that he was rude just now?

The two stood in a stalemate, and the second Zhao next to him wished that the two of them would start a fight.

He already thought Song Xing was not pleasing to the eye, if Young Master Song came forward to deal with him personally, it would save him a lot of trouble.

Lu Daliu had long been standing not far away with a rice bowl in his hand, he was afraid that Song Xing would be short-tempered, and it would be fine if he didn't have money, and it would be difficult if there was a conflict with the foreman and the leader.When Song Wenlu pinched Song Xing's chin, he thought it was bad, dropped the braised pork that he hadn't eaten a few bites, turned and walked to the construction site.

The workers behind him were still shouting, "Da Liu, don't you want to eat?"

Liu Dalu was annoyed by what he heard, and without turning his head, he said, "I don't want to eat, you should share."

In the end, Zhao's second son didn't get what he wanted. Before Lu Daliu entered the construction site, a bell rang in Song Wenlu's trouser pocket.

Song Xing kindly reminded him: "Mr. Song, your cell phone is ringing."

Song Wenlu's eyelids twitched: "I can hear you."

It was Uncle Song who called, saying that the old man had set up a bureau for Song Wenlu at night, and invited the mayor's family, so he must come over.

Listening to the sour voice on the phone, Song Wenlu sneered in his heart, but said softly on his face: "Uncle, tell the old man that I will be there on time at night."

Uncle Song's name is Song Mingfeng, and he is the youngest son of Mr. Song. He has no skills, but he is very ambitious.When Song Wenlu's parents had an accident, the father decided to transfer the custody to Uncle Song's name, and Song Wenlu couldn't live a peaceful life for a few years.Song Mingfeng's wife and children are the same as this man, and there are endless means of crowding out in the open and in the dark. Anyway, Song Wenlu is precocious, watching this family with a cold eye, and immediately removed his household registration when he became an adult.

As long as Mr. Song treats Song Wenlu as the heir of the Song family for a day, Song Mingfeng will treat him as a thorn in his side.

"Wen Yan said he's been missing the old man recently, if it's convenient for you at night, you can take him there with you." Song Mingfeng said kindly on the phone.

Song Wenlu lowered his eyelids: "Okay."

In recent years, Mr. Song has been anxious about Song Wenlu's marriage. This time he said that he was inviting the mayor's family to dinner, but it was more like asking him to meet the mayor's young lady. The reason why Song Mingfeng was so enthusiastic was not Let him take Song Wenyan with him, even with his toes, he can figure out why.

Pressing the call, Song Wenlu's tall and straight figure stood in front of Song Xing, and his whole body exuded a substantive chill.

He turned his head, and the foreman suddenly shook.

"Pay the wages to the workers on the construction site on time. Tomorrow, Song's senior accountant will come here to settle the accounts." Song Wenlu's tone was cold, with bursts of pressure from Nie Xin's mind, "Next time, you better not let me listen When this kind of thing happens, tomorrow's construction doesn't need an engineering team that can't even keep track of the accounts."

The foreman was so frightened that his legs limp on the ground, and the cold sweat on his back was breaking out layer by layer in the sun.

"Mr. Song, I know, I know..."

Song Xing noticed the contrast between the front and back of the foreman, and said to Song Wenlu, "Thank you, Mr. Song."

Song Wenlu had a cold face at first, but when he heard Song Xing's serious thanks, he suddenly laughed.

"gone."

By chance, he said this to Song Xing, then glanced at the frightened Zhao Lao Er beside him, put his fist on his mouth and coughed lightly, and then led the secretary into the car.

When Lu Daliu arrived at Song Xing's side, Song Wenlu and his secretary had long since disappeared, leaving Zhao Laoer to stare at them with gritted teeth, and said in a gloomy tone: "Lu Daliu, the fellow you are looking for is really capable." Ah, I really didn't expect that this kid usually looks honest, but someone from above will mess with me like this?"

Lu Daliu was also angry: "Old Zhao, there is nothing Xiaolu can do, so don't push the big guy too hard."

Zhao Laoer lit a cigarette, took two puffs, suppressed the vague fear in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, then Liu, you can go and tell the big guys later, I will send money, immediately Fa, let's count after we finish eating, and let everyone wait here."

"But..." He stared at Song Xing like a sinister poisonous snake with cloudy eyes, tilted his head and grinned at Lu Daliu, pointed at Song Xing and said, "I can't keep this kid, and I dare not keep him."

Song Xing knew it would be like this.

"Then trouble the foreman to return the ID card to me."

Zhao Lao Er stared at him sullenly for a while, and a bell rang in his trouser pocket.

On the other end of the phone was the person he had arranged to warm up in Shaoxianju earlier.

Zhao's second glanced at him, but he didn't listen to the other party's words, so he cursed into the microphone: "Fuck you! Everyone is gone and fucked by your mother? Go home and fuck you!" go!"

When he said the last sentence, he stared at Song Xing with sinister eyes, with malicious eyes.

Lu Daliu looked down, but he didn't say anything.

The ID card was returned to Song Xing, and the work on the construction site came to an end.

Lu Daliu sent him to the bus station, and the tough guy in his 30s rarely turned red, and said sullenly, "I'm sorry for you this time, I took you out of the village and failed to take you to make money." What kind of money do you have to deal with? It doesn’t look like Zhao Laoer can bear this loss, you should be careful when you walk these days, I’m afraid he will find someone to deal with you.”

Song Xing said he knew, then squeezed the thick stack of money in the envelope, and confessed to Lu Daliu after a moment of silence: "Brother Liu, even if I don't get the money today, I'm still here to resign."

Lu Daliu was surprised: "Resign? Where did you go after resigning?" He frowned, pulled Song Xing and said, "Xiao Lu, don't be deceived by others. My brother knows that Jiangcheng is a popular place nowadays. Unscrupulous atmosphere, when you are young, you may think that kind of business is better than moving bricks on our construction site and getting money faster, but if you enter that business, it will ruin your reputation for the rest of your life, and you will never be able to lift your head in the future."

Song Xing was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly, "Brother Liu, what are you thinking?"

Lu Daliu also paused and said, "Isn't it?"

Song Xing explained: "I found a job at a dessert shop on Jiangning Street, and the wages are paid daily."

After hearing this, Lu Daliu knew that he had misunderstood, so he let go of Song Xing's wrist embarrassingly.He is a big man with a thin skin, he hesitated and said: "...It's my brother's mistake."

It's also because he used to always think that Lu Yuan had a good appearance and was better looking than those celebrity models in Jiangcheng, so he didn't realize that he was thinking too much, for fear that Lu Yuan would suffer from being uneducated and be tricked into doing that kind of thing. Bad business.

Song Xing knew that Lu Daliu was kind, and it happened that the bus drove over with a lot of exhaust, so he said, "Brother Daliu, I'm going back first."

Lu Daliu waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go, come to brother when you encounter difficulties, and brother will help you out."

Song Xing said yes.

I didn't eat the braised pork, but I didn't break my promise in the morning to buy meat buns for 030 at noon.

Song Xing had the money, and 030 was satisfied, and even made more demands, saying, "It would be even better if I had another can of Wangzai milk."

Then Song Xing bought a bottle of ice dew at the supermarket.

030: "..." Very angry.

Song Xing walked around the supermarket, and came out with a bag of daily necessities and a change of clothes in his hand.

When he returned to the rental room, it was still far from the time to go to the dessert shop at night, so he took a shower with cold water, and rubbed the plastered T-shirt and denim in the basin for drying.

The clothes-drying place in Tongzilou is unified on the balcony at the end of the corridor.

Song Xing went out in shorts with a basin in her hand, and before she even raised her head, she heard a familiar whisper.

He looked forward and saw that Su Hang's trousers were half stripped, being pressed against the door and being squeezed by someone, and the man was still slapping Su Hang's buttocks and poking in with his fingers.

"Damn, how many people messed with your ass?" The man in a suit and leather shoes felt something wrong when he touched half of his fingers, stopped his movements with a livid face, and asked cursingly, "You can still sell it for three hundred ?”

Suhang also saw Song Xing.

three times.

The flush on his face faded, and Suhang became impatient to wait on him.

He picked his nails, glanced at Song Xing from the corner of his eyes, and then pushed the man away. He said with a tone of beating and said with a smile: "If you think it's not worth it, then we won't do it, but you say I was played to death, then let me ask." , how clean is your thing?"