The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

Wu Song's face was gloomy, like a ferocious beast whose territory had been invaded by others, full of savagery, as if it was about to charge up and scratch Xie Lingge to pieces at any moment.

Under Wu Song's substantive gaze, Xie Lingge naturally realized that his behavior of not taking his hand back was a bit inappropriate.

After withdrawing his hand, Xie Linge hastily apologized: "I didn't mean it just now."

Fu Zhenhong didn't pay much attention, but the coldness on Wu Song's face did not improve.

Xie Lingshan looked at her elder brother, and then at Pan Jinlian who was opposite, as if thinking of something, the corner of her mouth curled up and she smiled brightly.

Xie Linge held the cup wall in one hand, while the other hand was hanging by his side.From an angle that no one else could see, his fingertips twirled lightly with the fingertips of his hand under the table, as if recalling the touch not long ago.

At this moment, Xie Lingge was afraid to raise his eyes to meet Pan Jinlian's gaze, and his heartbeat became faster than usual.

In order to conceal this emotion, Xie Linge picked up the cup and took several sips.

Seeing this, Zhou Yu looked at Xie Lingge twice more, and the moment he withdrew his eyes, an indistinct thought flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Fu Zhenhong looked at Wu Song, and his eyes fell on his scratched hand because he crushed the cup: "Don't need to deal with it?"

Hearing this, Wu Song glanced at his hands, then at the Xie brothers and sisters, and after a two-second silence, he replied, "It's all right."

After the words fell, he put his hand under the table.

And the condensation on his face finally dissipated a little because of Fu Zhenhong's words.

Fu Zhenhong looked at Wu Song for two seconds, and then stopped talking, but turned to Xie Lingge and the three of them: "How does this tea taste?" He asked casually.

Xie Linge: "The fragrance is pleasant."

Zhou Yu: "It's fragrant and pleasant."

Two male voices sounded at the same time.

Zhou Yu and Xie Lingge looked at each other. Zhou Yu didn't expect that Xie Lingge's answer was exactly the same as his.As for Xie Linge, it was also because of some surprise that Zhou Yu would answer.

After all, judging from the previous few times, Zhou Yu habitually kept silent with a posture of staying out of the matter in most cases.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and then they looked away in a tacit understanding.

Wu Song said bluntly: "I've already drank this tea, the three of you are not afraid that if you continue to sit like this, it will delay your trip?"

Xie Lingshan frowned, and was about to speak to refute, but was stopped by Xie Lingge, who stood up and slightly nodded at Fu Zhenhong: "Then we won't bother you."

Fu Zhenhong nodded: "Farewell."

Finally, Xie Lingge dragged the longing Xie Lingshan, and walked towards the door together with Zhou Yu.

When they were about to reach the door, Xie Lingge still couldn't hold back, and turned around to leave a sentence: "If you come to Bianjing in the future, if you need help, you can come to Xie's Mansion on Jingmen Street."

Fu Zhenhong heard the words, but before she could answer, Xie Lingshan echoed and said, "Yes, yes! Xie Mansion on Jingmen Street, don't forget!"

After saying this, it seemed that they were afraid that Fu Zhenhong would say something that would disappoint them, so the two brothers and sisters of the Xie family quickly walked out.

Zhou Yu who stayed behind looked back at Fu Zhenhong, and a gentle smile appeared on his noble and handsome face: "Don't pass."

After the three of them left, Wu Song's frown relaxed a little, but when he thought of what the two brothers and sisters said before they left, he felt an unreasonable depression in his heart.

These two people expressed their love for Pan Jinlian so blatantly, where did they put his elder brother?

Fu Zhenhong tilted her head slightly and looked at Wu Song who was sitting beside him: "You seem to be very angry." Finally, before Wu Song could give an answer, Fu Zhenhong asked with great interest: "Am I really angry?" I'm curious, is it because of your elder brother or something else?"

The second half of Fu Zhenhong's sentence stopped Wu Song.

Wu Song wanted to answer that of course it was because of his eldest brother, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Is it really just because of big brother?

Wu Song himself also asked himself in his heart.

But the answer to this question is still unclear.

Because some problems can only be solved by thinking deeply, but subconsciously, Wu Song doesn't want to continue to delve into it.There is a vague intuition in his heart that tells him that if he thinks about it so deeply, it will definitely not be the result he wants to see.

Seeing Wu Song's silence, Fu Zhenhong's eyes flickered, and thoughts appeared between his brows, so he guessed five or six of what he was thinking at the moment.

Fu Zhenhong didn't intend to continue asking. Although he said he was curious, he didn't really care much about Wu Song's answer.

Fu Zhenhong took a sip of the tea in her cup, and said slowly: "Although you don't care about the injuries on your hands, you don't plan to pay attention to your clothes that are wet with tea?"

As she said that, Fu Zhenhong glanced lightly at Wu Song's clothes that were wet with tea.Because the clothes were wet with tea, and the water was basically concentrated on Wu Song's abdomen, so at this moment, the outline of his abdominal muscles was outlined by the wet cloth, showing a bit of color inadvertently.

Wu Song suddenly stood up, turned around, and strode upstairs, fast and eager, as if he wanted to stay away from the embarrassment of being seen by his sister-in-law.

Fu Zhenhong looked at Wu Song's action and smiled slightly.

Hearing Fu Zhenhong's laughter, Wu Song paused when he went upstairs, and then walked faster.

If Fu Zhenhong was in front of Wu Song at this moment, she could see Wu Song's lips were tightly closed, and the tips of her ears were a little red.

After entering his room, Wu Song closed the door immediately. He leaned his entire back against the door, leaned his neck up, closed his eyes and calmed down his rapid heartbeat.

Just now, when Pan Jinlian's eyes fell on his abdomen, it was clear that there was no extra meaning in the other person's eyes, but it made him feel his abdomen tightening, and at the same time his heartbeat accelerated, a rush of heat also surged along with it. out.

Pan Jinlian's gaze was like fire, it was just a light gaze, but it made him feel as if he was being burned.

Stop thinking about it!

Wu Song said to himself, he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked in while taking off his clothes.

Wu Song's physical strength is naturally great, and his figure is also strong and tight. It is not so obvious when he wears clothes on weekdays. Now that he takes off his clothes, the muscle outline of his upper body is perfectly revealed. Walking is a kind of strength pull.

After he took off his shirt, he didn't rush to change into a clean one from the cabinet, but first wiped off the blood on his palms, which was scratched by fragments of cups and cups, and then changed into a clean one.

When Wu Song rearranged everything and came out of the room, he saw Pan Jinlian still sitting at the table on the first floor drinking tea.

From his angle, he could only see Pan Jinlian's back and the hand playing with the cup.

The dark brown cup and Pan Jinlian's hand formed an extremely bright color contrast. This slender white hand with well-defined joints looked like the most exquisite work of art.

Wu Song looked at it, and unconsciously, the feeling of the fingertips of these hands passing by his hands on the night of the ruined temple appeared in his mind.He frowned, got rid of this distracting thought, and then walked downstairs.

Hearing the voice, Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids and looked at Wu Song who was walking down: "You don't need medicine on this hand?"

Hearing this, Wu Song tightened his palms: "No need."

Fu Zhenhong's eyes fell on the burden on Wu Song's shoulder, and she quickly guessed that the other party came back to get some things.He withdrew his gaze and patted the place where Wu Song was sitting just now: "Come and sit."

Wu Song didn't move: "I want to go back to the county government office."

Fu Zhenhong said: "Talk with me before leaving."

Wu Song frowned immediately when he heard this, and said in a somewhat cold tone: "If you need someone to chat with you, sister-in-law, I can chat with you freely after the eldest brother comes back."

He deliberately emphasized the word "sister-in-law", as if reminding the two of them of their uncle's and sister-in-law's status, reminding Pan Jinlian to be careful.

Fu Zhenhong smiled suddenly: "You know, the more you emphasize something, the more you care about it in your heart."

Wu Song didn't speak, but frowned even tighter, as if he disapproved of Fu Zhenhong's words, but couldn't find a reasonable reason to refute for a while.

Fu Zhenhong continued unhurriedly: "I'm just a little bored, and I want you to talk to me to pass the time, you're acting like I'm going to eat you." He raised his eyes: "So ,What are you afraid of in the end?"

Wu Song was silent.

What is he afraid of?

Wu Song himself could not answer this question.

He only knew that he had to keep a distance from Pan Jinlian, it would be good for the big brother and him.

In the end, Wu Song said: "There is still something to do at the county government office, I need to hurry over there." After leaving these words, Wu Song strode towards the door.

And just as he opened the door, a young man stood outside the door and was about to knock on the oncoming person.

This young man has a square appearance, fair skin, and he is wearing fine silk and satin. At first glance, he looks like a rich man with rich clothes and good food.

Wu Song: "Who are you?"

Zhang Yuezhou: "Who are you?"

Wu Song and Zhang Yuezhou spoke at the same time.

Then Wu Song said: "I have no obligation to tell you who I am."

Zhang Yuezhou snorted coldly: "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, there is no need to know you anyway."

After saying that, he stretched his neck and looked behind Wu Song, but because of Wu Song's tall stature, he couldn't see much of what was going on inside.

Wu Song looked at him coldly, guessing the identity of this person.

Zhang Yuezhou said: "A Lian is inside." As he said that, he was about to go in, but Wu Song stopped him.

Zhang Yuezhou looked at the man in front of him who blocked him, and his expression sank: "What are you doing?"

Wu Song didn't answer Zhang Yuezhou's words, but thought that he could say, "Alian?" Wu Song frowned at this title.

He thought of the rumors about Pan Jinlian and the Zhang family that he had heard before, and had some guesses about the identity of the man in front of him. He looked directly at the man, and said in a cold voice, "Are you from the Zhang family?"

Zhang Yuezhou replied: "Yes." At the end, he was about to push away Wu Song who was in the way.However, Wu Song's whole body was like an iron wall, and he insisted on not letting him push the slightest bit.

Zhang Yuezhou lost his face a little bit, he said angrily: "I have something to do with A-Lian, don't get in the way."