The villains are all my buddies [Quick Transmigration]

Three years later.

Song Xianrui woke up from his younger brother's room again, the first ray of light in the morning came in from the window, and he stared blankly at the ceiling in a daze.

That person has been away from him for three years.

Since then, I can only sleep peacefully in this room every day, but every time I wake up, I feel lost and empty in my heart.

When that person left, it seemed that he took his soul with him.

He raised his hand slowly, and saw the fiery red rose tattoo on his wrist, so fresh and full of vitality, it was very much like the one on the man's collarbone.

The Rose Island was bought by him.

It was a deserted island, originally overgrown with vegetation and shrubs, but since the man left, the island has been covered with roses.

The fishermen around were surprised.

They said that they had never seen such a weird phenomenon, but the weirder it was, the more they avoided it, so they stayed away.

This Rose Island was even more forgotten.

Song Xianrui built a villa on Rose Island and would stay there two days a week.

He took a strong breath of the man on the pillow, even though the familiar smell had faded, he was still persistent.

At this time, he received a call from the people below, saying that someone was making trouble in the bar in the East District, and it was quite violent.

Shut it all up.

The big guys didn't dare to move, they just waited for him to go.

Song Xianrui hung up the phone, feeling a little irritable. He sat up from the bed, got out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom.

That bar, he remembered, had been handed over to Mo Cheng for management.

Three years ago, the third child disappeared after he was discharged from the hospital. After that, few people saw him again. It was obvious that Mo Cheng had broken up with the third child.

Walking to the door of the bar, Song Xianrui shook off the messy things in his mind, tugged at the lapel of the collar, and walked in casually.

In the bar, the idlers and others have almost left, leaving only the internal staff.

The first thing he saw was a big man lying on the ground howling, and a group of younger brothers surrounded him like they were in a hurry, wishing to share the pain for him.

Song Xianrui raised his eyebrows.

Xu Jin is one of Mo Cheng's subordinates, he is tall and strong, he acts vigorously and swiftly, and has a very irritable temper, and he is also a bit sexual.

He walked towards Xu Jin's direction expressionlessly, and just halfway there, he found a cold gaze fixed on his back!

Who is not sensitive to threatening breaths and sights?

Song Xianrui naturally felt it too, he narrowed his eyes and looked behind him.

All I saw was a group of security guards surrounding a tall man in a circle. The atmosphere was very serious, and the situation was imminent!

And that cold gaze came from the surrounded man.

Surrounded by layers of security guards, Song Xianrui only felt that the figure of the man was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

His footsteps stopped for a few seconds, he continued to walk towards Xu Jin, and said coldly: "Are you all right?"

Mo Cheng was on a business trip a few days ago, and all the affairs here were handed over to Xu Jin. Although he didn't like Xu Jin very much, he took care of him superficially.

Xu Jin raised his head, glanced at him cautiously, and replied calmly: "No...it's okay, it's just that the brothers underneath suffered a little injury."

Song Xianrui frowned: "Then why are you howling?"

The howling like a pig just now made him think that the boy had broken his arms and legs, and his already bad mood became even worse.

At this time, the security guards suddenly rioted, and the man who was motionless suddenly punched, and all the security guards were quickly beaten to the ground by him!

The man turned around and gave a backspin kick, and a little Luoluo was kicked by him and flew to Song Xianrui's feet, clutching his chest with a pained face, it can be seen that the man's legs are strong!

Song Xianrui's face darkened, and he looked over coldly, but when he saw the young man behind the man, he was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

is it him?

Surrounded by security guards screaming in pain, Song Xianrui met the boy's eyes at a distance of more than ten meters, and remained silent for a long time.

After a long silence, Song Xianrui suddenly chuckled: "Is this a rare visitor today? The veteran of the Vermilion Bird Gang, he didn't come to chat with me, did he?"

He said why did he feel that this man looked familiar, but it turned out to be Mo Wei.

Three years ago, besides the third child, Yunan, and Mo Cheng, there was actually another person, and that was the man in front of him, Mo Wei.

But he left the gang a long time ago.

Song Xianrui's eyes were extremely deep. He looked at the man opposite, slowly raised his feet, and walked towards him step by step, but his eyes always stopped on the young man behind him.

That handsome young man, with lightly raised eyes, exuded a bewitching aura.

"I'm not looking for you today, it's your people. I touched someone who shouldn't be touched." Mo Wei's voice was flat, without any fluctuations.

Hearing his words, Song Xianrui subconsciously looked at the young man behind him.

The handsome young man glanced at Song Xianrui, and immediately hid behind Mo Wei!

Song Xianrui smiled coldly: "I said, Mo Wei, why do you still like to attack young boys with thin skin and tender flesh?"

Even though that boy was very similar to the person in his heart, it was not him after all, Song Xianrui knew better than anyone else.

But I was still extremely upset.

Mo Wei frowned and said nothing.

Song Xianrui's smile slowly sank, "Forget it, the people below are ignorant today, which surprised your little one. I apologize for them."

"After all, we are old friends. I haven't seen you for so many years. I miss you. Why don't we have a glass of wine together?" Song Xianrui returned to his usual indifference.

Mo Wei said, "I'm allergic to alcohol, I'm going to drive in a while."

The meaning of rejection is obvious.

Song Xianrui sneered: "I didn't see it, it's your sweetheart!"

"Forget it." Song Xianrui turned his head and looked at Xu Jin, "Why are you standing there? Hurry up and see off the two guests."

He glanced at the young man behind Mo Wei again, his eyes full of complexity.

After speaking, he walked upstairs without even looking back.

After entering the room, Song Xianrui slid down slowly with his back against the door panel. He buried his head deeply in his knees, his heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe.