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The surrounding red maple leaves have withered, and the red that has fallen all over the ground nourishes the land. The large areas of red make people tremble.

Song Yu never thought that he would go back to Xi's old house, it was still the same as before, the difference was that he came back here as himself.

He will no longer be the owner of this house, but a coerced owner of a small company.

The car was intercepted in advance on the mountainside, and before he even had time to glance at the dark brown roof of the old house, the muscular man in a suit got off from several sports cars on the opposite side.

Song Yu wanted to drive down them all at once, but he controlled himself.

Because there are a few faces Song Yu is familiar with in this group of people, and they usually protect around Xi's house.

Xi Yan went to find someone from the branch office, who else could be the only person who could use the Xi family.

Sure enough, the door of the silver sports car opened, and inside sat a man in a white suit, with golden glasses covering his light amber pupils.

Xi Xun.

His temperament is cold, different from usual, or this is Xi Xun's original face.

"Did you come down by yourself, or did they ask you to come down?" Xi Xun sat in the sports car and said without looking sideways.

Song Yu naturally knew what the word "please" meant in his mouth. After all, he was just a person who was as insignificant as an ant to the Xi family.

He buckled the doorknob, and before he could get out, he was dragged out by the back collar, and the force was extremely rough.

Song Yu, who had never been treated like this before, turned around and wrote down the person who dared to pick up his collar. Fuck this black super thick eyebrow, Song Yu had promoted him to the position before.

"Second Young Master Song, where are you going to send him?"

Hei Chaonan has been by Xi Xun's side for a long time, and he is familiar with his temperament, he will not touch others by himself, but just holds Song Yu with one hand like a chicken.

The height of less than 180 has always been Song Yu's failure. He tried to give the opponent coercion with his eyes, but the black superman wearing sunglasses turned a blind eye.

"..." Song Yu had no choice but to look at Xi Xun in the car, "Brother... no, why did Second Young Master Song seek me?"

Xi Xun didn't answer Song Yu's question, but raised his chin. Song Yu still didn't know what he meant, and Hei Chaonan understood and pulled him towards the wooden house covered with maple leaves.

Embarrassed and helpless, Song Yu couldn't let go of her face and begged, so she could only be dragged staggeringly into the narrow path.

This wooden house is not big, the roof is covered with bright red maple leaves, and the maple leaves that fell on the ground are covered with a thick layer. The top layer is bright in color, while the lower layer is dry, making a crisp sound when stepped on.

It can be seen that it has not been used for a long time.

The door was opened with a creak, and the furnishings inside were very simple, all made of wooden furniture. If it snows in winter, sitting inside and drinking tea and chatting is a good choice.

"Go in, who made you mess with Song Ershao."

Hei Chaonan pushed Song Yu's back, this hand was weak, with a pretentious ferocity.

Song Yu let out an "Ouch" very cooperatively, clutching her back and complaining of pain.

Hei Chaonan stepped aside, Xi Xun stepped on the leaves and walked into the cabin, "Close the door."

Hei Chaonan said: "Yes."

It was very bright, and after closing the door, you could clearly see the expression on the other person's face. From Song Yu's point of view, Xi Xun's expression was cold and tentative, trying to find some traces on his face.

Xi Xun has always only put on a hypocritical mask in front of people he thinks are valuable. When he is not smiling, his sharp temperament is revealed.

Song Yu was not stage-frightened. Although the other party's expression and performance were unfamiliar, he was sure that Xi Xun would not hurt him, otherwise there would be no need to go to great lengths to ask him out.

"Second Young Master Song, personal confinement is against the law."

Song Yu turned her head away, rubbed her eyes, then walked a few steps forward and sat on the single bed near the glass skylight.

The corners of Xi Xun's eyebrows twitched, and his eyes were fixed on Song Yu's buttocks next to the bed.

Song Yu lowered her head, blushing from his fiery gaze, and deliberately said to him: "Second Young Master Song, I don't like men..."

"..." Xi Xun looked away without hesitation, pushed open the window a little irritably, and whispered: "It's just the same name, can't the elder brother see it?"

Song Yu's appearance is clean and delicate, and his skin is especially white. He looks like a little boss with no strength to restrain his chicken.

Although I have to admit that his looks are better than most men, but he is still not the person Xi Xun wants.

Song Yu couldn't help laughing silently because of the angle he couldn't see. Fortunately, Xi Xun didn't lose his horse here.

When he laughed so hard that his shoulders shook, Xi Xun said faintly: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Yu rolled his eyes, wondering if he had eyes behind his back?

How can this be felt.

Xi Xun stood in front of the window and looked at the maple trees in front of him. With a blood-red earring in his palm, he took a deep breath.

"It's getting cold, it's time to let Fenghuo go bankrupt."

"!!!"