Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

After Song Xunnan made the phone call, he was surprised to find that everyone in the room was looking at him.

"Look at what I do?"

Wen Jinran was speechless: "Brother Nan, I thought you would fight directly with Tai Heng. I was ready to lead an army of [-] sailors to storm his house."

Never expected to take the road of calling the police.

It's just... quite positive.

But it's a bit against Song Xunnan's body.

Song Xunnan looked at Wen Jinran, then at Li Nian, and raised his forehead: "What impression did I leave on you? As a serious businessman who grew up under the banner of Zhenghong, isn't it natural to find the police when encountering difficulties?"

He said: "And now that the witnesses and material evidence are in hand, it is not in vain to have the great help of the police. Our company cannot withstand the blow, and we must act in a low-key manner for a while."

Li Nian said: "Maybe I can't keep a low profile. After all, the news of your cooperation with the higher-ups will be known by everyone."

At that time, those companies that terminated cooperation with them in advance after listening to Tai Heng's words may regret it to the core.

Song Xunnan waved his hand: "Okay, let's all go to sleep, we have to go back tomorrow."

Wen Jinran left, but on the way back he always felt weird, so he couldn't help but ask Li Nian: "Sister Li, do you think Brother Nan really gave up? This doesn't resemble his character at all."

Li Nian shook his head: "Boss Song is also thinking about everyone, after all, he still has the entire company on his shoulders."

Wen Jinran simply didn't want to think about it anymore: "Okay, let's take it as Brother Nan's kindness this time, and spare the other party's life."

Li Nian: "..."

Song Xunnan called Wen Heng who was about to go back: "You wait."

Wen Heng turned to look at him: "What?"

"Sit," Song Xunnan kicked off his slippers, sat cross-legged on the hotel bed, watched Wen Heng sit next to him and said, "If I tell you about that surnamed Chen at that time, he won't get angry and take revenge on your uncle, right? ?”

Wen Heng was silent for a while, but smiled instead.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Xunnan pushed him, telling him to answer himself quickly.

Wen Heng propped his hands on the bed, looked at him sideways: "You seem to care about him very much."

Song Xunnan blurted out: "I was concerned about you, what if you get implicated?"

"Care about me?"

Wen Heng repeated in a low voice, his voice was light in the night, but it seemed to be a few pitches lower than before, and it was more magnetic.

The lights outside the window were brightly lit, and the window was opened a small slit to let the wind blow in, and the corner of the curtain was gently lifted.The warm orange lights above the hotel were dim, and the atmosphere became ambiguous for no reason.

After Song Xunnan finished speaking, he paused, but after careful consideration, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

It was Wen Heng's repetition, which made him lick his dry lips instinctively, and he didn't dare to look at Wen Heng, and turned his eyes sideways.After doing these actions, he felt guilty again, so he turned his gaze back and looked at Wen Heng's light brown pupils.

He said: "Can't I still care about you? If the surname Chen goes crazy and finds your uncle, and your uncle blames you again, what will you do? You are for me."

In the end, he was a little annoyed, and felt that Wen Heng shouldn't be involved, and he shouldn't be allowed to come with him.

"It's okay, Chen Zhuoyong can't touch the Wen family." Wen Heng's voice was calm, and his emotions were also calm.

But it was this extremely calm answer that made Song Xunnan realize that the Wen family's strength might be far beyond his own understanding.

He joked: "So powerful? Can you help me deal with Taiheng? Just do what the neighbors do."

Wen Heng: "Don't you want to do it yourself?"

Song Xunnan looked at him, their eyes met in the air, and they moved away after tens of seconds.

"Are all of you psychologists able to see through people's hearts?"

"No." Wen Heng paused, and found his words, "It's just that I understand you better."

Song Xunnan lowered his eyes and suddenly smiled: "Well, I really don't intend to let them go."

He moved his things, and he still wanted to get out of his body, which was beautiful.

"It's so boring to simply attack their company." Song Xunnan sat on the bed and smiled, but his face only made people sigh that he had such a delicate appearance, and his smile was like a bright star in the sky.

But there was a cruelty in his words that couldn't be ignored: "I want them to go to jail directly after their ruin."

Before provoking him, the other party should be prepared to be bitten off a piece of meat.

"It's just that these words can't be said to them, can they?"

Wen Heng really understood him.

Song Xunnan nodded: "What they want is a qualified leader who has a bottom line, knows how to advance and retreat, and can handle the priorities, so they can rest assured."

Wen Heng stood up: "You have been tired for many days, go to bed early tonight."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Song Xunnan subconsciously grabbed his wrist.

Both of them paused.

Wen Heng turned to look at him, his eyes became darker.

"Good night," Song Xunnan came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I give you a hug."

Involuntarily, he raised his hand to grab Wen Heng's neck, making him bow his head, while the other hand was loosely wrapped around Wen Heng's waist, and his chin rested on his abdominal muscles.

The cold woody fragrance that he smelt by the river that night hit his nose again, and Song Xunnan closed his eyes: "Thank you for being with me these days."

Wen Heng was surrounded by him and stood there, and could even feel the warmth of the heat blowing on Song Xunnan's skin while he was talking.After a few seconds, he raised his hand, ran down Song Xunnan's shoulder, put it on his back, and pressed the person in front of him.

After Song Xunnan finished speaking, he wanted to let go, but felt the soft fabric rub against his cheek.

Wen Heng leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Have a good rest."

Itching on his face, Song Xunnan reacted and realized that it was Wen Heng's hair.Silk strands got in along the open collar and rubbed against his neck, causing a tingling itch.

And he could feel Wen Heng's warm breath even more, unlike the cooler body temperature on his body.

It looks hotter.

The taste of woody cold fragrance seems to be stronger.

Song Xunnan had shortness of breath for a moment.

The two hugged for only a few minutes, but at this moment, it seemed that the time was infinitely stretched, and the atmosphere was glued together.

In the end, Wen Heng let go of him first.

"good night."

Song Xunnan was the only one left in the room.

He listened to the "click" sound of the door being closed, and stroked his beating heart.

He shouldn't be tempted, right?