It's exciting to run away [Quick Transmigration]

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Although my aunt was very surprised by Song Heming's thoughts, if it was really what Song Heming said, it would be acceptable.

Besides...

As long as he doesn't mention the appearance and real estate, it doesn't matter if you let him stay for a few days.

With such a mentality, my aunt finally agreed to Song Heming's proposal.

But of course it was necessary to be able to trip Song Heming.She thought so, and smiled: "The room you lived in before is now used to store groceries, and there is still a bed in it, which can barely accommodate people. I believe you will not mind."

"Of course I don't mind, it's your son who lives anyway." After Song Heming finished speaking, he ignored Auntie's surprised expression and went leisurely to Xiao Zhuang's room.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is at the age of chasing stars and playing games.

As soon as Song Heming entered, he saw a few slightly exaggerated game posters on the wall.

He looked at it, and felt that Xiao Zhuang's appreciation level was really worrying.

He took out a new set of sheets from the cabinet, and after putting them all on, he lay comfortably on the soft bed.

In the living room, the voices of Xiao Zhuang and his aunt came in.

Xiao Zhuang said: "Mom - he sleeps in my bed!"

Aunt frowned: "Be patient, wait until your father comes back."

"I don't want to bear it! That's my bed, why should I let him sleep!"

Xiao Zhuang is usually a bully and fearful master, because he is used to being arrogant at home, so of course he dared to yell at his mother.If Song Heming was still in the living room, he would still be like a quail at this moment, not daring to say a word.

Song Heming, who was lying on the bed, sneered.

My aunt hesitated for a moment, and said, "Your dad can't come back from work...then I'll ask your uncle to come and have a look."

She said, went to the balcony to make a phone call.

Song Heming slept on the bed for half an hour, and was immediately woken up by the sound outside.

The aunt said: "That's it, oh, actually, I didn't mean to let him sleep in the grocery room, I also said to help him tidy up, but he went to my son's room without saying a word, which is too arrogant Come on!"

"It's a little bit, but don't worry, after he comes out, I'll talk to him well..." A familiar voice sounded.

Song Heming got up slowly from the bed.

He walked out of the bedroom and looked towards the living room.

At this time, Xiao Zhuang had disappeared, and he went out in a hurry, and the extra person in the living room was the man Song Heming had found before.

Of course the man will not forget Song Heming, he furtively winked at Song Heming, looking very naughty.

Song Heming said expressionlessly, "Who is this?"

My aunt coughed lightly, feeling a little restless, as if she was trying to hide her discomfort: "This is our new neighbor, you can call him uncle."

Man: "...Call me brother."

"That's impossible." The aunt turned her head and glanced at the man, with an unconcealable spring in her eyes.

Got it so quickly?

This man lived up to his reputation.

Song Heming chuckled lightly: "Hello, Uncle."

The man suddenly had a mouthful of old blood choked in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it down.

After Song Heming finished speaking, he walked around them, went to the refrigerator to get a can of drinks, and returned to Xiao Zhuang's room.

The aunt's voice sounded again in the living room: "Look, is this plausible? You don't even say hello to me, let alone ask if we drink or not. There's a child here."

Man: "Don't be too angry, it's just a child, it won't be good if you get angry."

After that, without knowing what the man had done, my aunt forgot about Song Heming and her son's entrustment, and took the man directly into the master bedroom.

They didn't finish their nonsense until an hour before Song Heming's uncle came back.

Song Heming also admired this very much.

Being able to press down on his aunt's face, the man was really in awe. Moreover, Song Heming's uncle didn't know about it at all. After returning home from get off work, he didn't think it was strange to see the man at home, but he greeted him very friendly.

Apparently, this has happened many times.

Song Heming looked at the prairie above his uncle's head, and couldn't help sighing, this man is really talented...

No wonder it has accomplished so much.

It would be even better if he existed in the real world.

Song Heming had already thought of a hundred things to do when hiring a man.

Because of the man's meddling, Song Heming slept in Xiao Zhuang's room that night, while Xiao Zhuang went to his parents' room aggrieved.

The next day, Song Heming slept until noon, and made an appointment with the man at a restaurant to complete an underground transaction. Afterwards, after eating, he sent the video of his aunt and the man having sex directly to his uncle. work place.

At the same time, Song Heming also began to prepare to get back the materials of his parents' inheritance.

After a busy afternoon, Song Heming walked on the way back a little tired.

The system said: "Host, host, the hero is driving behind you and following you again."

Song Heming shrugged: "I see."

Almost from the moment Song Heming went out today, Li Lin drove a car and followed Song Heming not far or near.

The sun was so bright outside, he didn't know how to invite Song Heming in and sit down, or ask Song Heming where he wanted to go, and give Song Heming a ride, it was so puzzling.

No wonder I've been single.

Song Heming muttered a few words, turned a corner, and returned to his uncle's and aunt's house.

As soon as he reached the door, Song Heming heard a commotion coming from inside.

Song Heming's uncle yelled angrily: "So you guys did this kind of thing behind my back! You f*cking bitch, you dare to betray me!"

The aunt's attitude is also very rigid: "Hehe, I betrayed you? Don't forget that you took care of a female college student last month. She came to the door directly with her stomach full!"

After finishing speaking, the sound of smashing things came from the room, as well as Xiao Zhuang's earth-shattering cry.

Song Heming was leaning against the wall leisurely, but he was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

He didn't know about adopting a female college student and getting pregnant...

Alas, if I knew it earlier, I would have come back earlier, so I missed a good show now.

Song Heming sighed softly.

The scene inside the house has reached a fever pitch, and Song Heming no longer wants to go in, lest he become the focus of the couple and be angered.

Let others fight on their own.

He thought for a while and went downstairs directly.

Li Lin's car is still parked downstairs, luxury cars worth tens of millions parked in this kind of dilapidated neighborhood are simply the focus.

Song Heming walked to Li Lin's car and knocked on the window.

After a while, the window opened, revealing Li Lin's face in the driver's seat.

He looked a little embarrassed and said, "I just miss you, so I..."

"Stop talking." Song Heming took the document in his hand and got into the co-pilot directly.

"Do you know what I'm going to do today?" Song Heming asked.

Li Lin nodded.

"Please do me a favor?"

"it is good."

Song Heming chuckled.

Don't even ask what you want to help, just agree?

"You look so cute." Song Heming said, couldn't help turning his body, pulled Li Lin's head, and kissed Li Lin.

The lips of the two were pressed together, and their tongues danced together. After a while, the surrounding temperature rose a little.

Li Lin couldn't help but began to touch Song Heming's body.

Song Heming was in a good mood.

He originally wanted to have a nervous and exciting car shock with Li Lin, but obviously Li Lin's brain circuit was not on the same line as him, so Li Lin started the car quickly and drove towards home.

Song Heming grabbed Li Lin: "What are you doing?"

"Go home." Li Lin said.

"Your little lover, are you done?" Song Heming raised his eyebrows.

"En." Li Lin said softly, "He and I... are not what you think. Before I was with you, I asked my assistant to call him and ended the relationship with him."

"Then he has a husband for each mouth, and a kinlin for each mouth." Song Heming said curiously.

"That's how he is... When we were together before, he called me that. When we were with other people, he also called others that way." At the end, Li Lin smiled, "At first I thought, he The most beautiful person I've ever met, but thinking about it now, I'm so short-sighted."

"Yes." Song Heming glanced at Li Lin sympathetically.

The phone rang, and Song Heming saw that it was the man he hired.

As soon as the connection was made, the man smiled and said, "The matter has been settled. Your aunt asked me to elope tonight, and she called me 400 million. I have already transferred the money, and now I am ready to board the plane."

"Congratulations." Song Heming said.

"Thank you too. I didn't expect your aunt to live in such a dilapidated house, and the family is so rich!"

"You got this by your ability, you don't need to thank me." Song Heming chatted with the man for a few words, then hung up the phone.

He turned his head and saw Li Lin frowning slightly, with a complicated expression on his face, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Why, do you think I did something wrong?"

"No." Li Lin shook his head.

"Then why do you have that expression?"

Song Heming took out a cigarette from Li Lin's pocket and lit one.

The taste of nicotine spread in his mouth. He squinted his eyes, raised his head slightly, stared at the street lights by the roadside for a while, then turned his head slightly and said: "I have never been a good person. If someone wants to take a piece of me Money, unless I voluntarily, I will make him pay the price."

"I will never forget what my aunt did back then."

Song Heming said in a low voice.

Li Lin was silent for a while, and asked: "Then you slept with me, was it voluntary?"

"Yeah." Song Heming smiled, "Why, are you so unconfident about your body?"

"You said you didn't like me, but later, you... didn't punish me."

Li Lin seemed to be afraid that Song Heming would not understand, and added, "I tied you up at home that day, so I forced you."

Hearing this, Song Heming extinguished the cigarette, lazily resting his head on his right hand, staring at the night scene outside without speaking.