[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

The maid walked up to Song Lu in a panic: "A servant accidentally fell down the stairs just now."

She carefully observed Song Lu's expression, for fear that he would frown.

Song Lu showed no expression, but gently squeezed Wen Ling's hand.

Wen Ling reacted immediately, walked behind Song Lu and helped him push the wheelchair towards the house.

As soon as he entered the entrance, Wen Ling saw a person lying on the stairs, and several maids were frantically trying to help her up, but she screamed even worse.

Clenching the armrest of the wheelchair, Wen Ling bit her lip and said nothing.

He had already recognized her voice just now outside, almost out of an instinctive physical reaction, Wen Ling was subconsciously afraid.

The woman was lying on the ground with a painful expression, screaming shrillly, and scratching the carpet with her fingers.

"This carpet was brought back from the palace of country S. If you damage it, you will be compensated according to the price." Song Lu put his arm on the armrest of the wheelchair, with an expression of indifference.

Even if the person in front of him is already in pain, he can still talk about the expensive carpet in an unreasonable way.

The woman almost held her breath in her chest, she rolled her eyes and passed out.

120 came quickly, the medical staff carried the woman into the car, and the housekeeper pointed to the girl who usually had a good relationship with her and asked her to follow as an escort.

The girl curled her lips, feeling extremely reluctant in her heart, but still followed.

"Go upstairs." Song Lu lightly opened his lips.

Wen Ling quickly regained consciousness, and pushed Song Lu into the exclusive elevator.

All the way into the room, Wen Ling recalled what the housekeeper said, then helped Song Lu to the bed, went to the closet and took out Song Lu's pajamas.

Song Lu looked at the pajamas that Wen Ling handed over, with a faint and nasty smile in his eyes: "Help me change."

Wen Ling's head buzzed, and the tips of his ears were filled with blood quickly. Wen Ling bit his lip and looked at a loss.

Song Lu's body leaned back slightly, and the ending sound raised: "Disobedient?"

Hearing this, Wen Ling endured his blushing, tremblingly walked to Song Lu's side, and unbuttoned his clothes with his small hands.

Wen Ling's hands were shaking violently, and the speed of unbuttoning was ridiculously slow, but Song Lu was not in a hurry, and even looked at Wen Ling with great interest, full of patience.

Undoing the buttons one by one, Wen Ling looked at the young man's body, and couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.

The boy's body skin is cold and white without a trace of fat, and the just right muscle texture is not exaggerated but full of strength.

He looked like he had just sat in a wheelchair not long ago.

Wen Ling thought secretly in his heart.

"I like it very much?" Wen Ling was fascinated by staring at his body in Song Lujian, and suddenly teased.

Wen Ling was so frightened that he hurriedly took out his pajamas and changed them for Song Lu.

When he took off his pants, Wen Ling was completely out of his wits.

He held his breath so that he would not look at the slender and straight legs, but his eyes drifted involuntarily.

Song Lu couldn't move his legs, so Wen Ling had to hold his legs to help him put on his pants.

The muscle texture on those legs was still strong, and Wen Ling even swallowed a little ashamedly when he squeezed them.

After finally putting on his pants, Song Lu calmly said, "I want to take a bath."

Wen Ling staggered, almost kneeling in Song Lu's arms.

Wash, wash, take a bath? ! ! !

This matter was completely beyond Wen Ling's cognition, and he froze in place as if stuck in a shell.

Song Lu raised his arm and raised his eyebrows at Wen Ling.

Wen Ling almost held on to help him into the bathroom.

Song Lu's room was huge, and even the bathroom had a large round bathtub.

The hot water steamed up the steam in the bathtub, and helped Song Lu to sit on the chair, Wen Ling took off his clothes while holding back his shame and trembling.

Looking at the strong and beautiful upper body, Wen Ling hooked his fingers around his pajama pants, unable to let go.

Just when he repeated psychological training to hypnotize himself to be brave, Song Lu finally had enough.

"Go out, I can do it myself."

Wen Ling's eyes were moistened by the mist. He looked at Song Lu, as if asking if he could really be himself.

Song Lu's expression was darkened by Wen Ling's gaze.

It's so clean...you can't help but want to get dirty.

"Go and stay outside, I'll call you later."

Wen Ling nodded, just turned around and took two steps before twisting back.

He took out the small notebook he carried with him, and wrote a few words in the notebook with a pen: "If you need my help, you must call me, I'm right outside."

A strange light flashed across Song Songlu's eyes quickly, and then disappeared in a flash.

"Okay, really good." Song Lu gently stroked Wen Ling's soft hand like treating a small pet.

Wen Ling took the initiative to rub it in a subtle way, then gently closed the door and left the bathroom.

Sitting outside the bathroom, Wen Ling felt a little bored.

He doesn't have a mobile phone, so he can only sit on the sofa and wander.

In this world, he is an abandoned baby adopted by an orphanage. Later, after graduating from university, he had difficulty finding a job because he could not speak.

Just when he was about to be evicted because he could not pay the rent, a very fortuitous opportunity appeared.

On the way to the convenience store to buy instant noodles, he found a woman lying unconscious in the middle of the road.

There were many onlookers around, but none of them had the idea of ​​helping her up to see a doctor.

Wen Ling didn't care about other things, and helped him up almost subconsciously.

The hospital was just across the road, and he carried the man back to the emergency room with strength.

Because he couldn't speak, Wen Ling could only use sign language to communicate with the doctors the whole time. The doctors couldn't understand, so he just wrote on paper.

Wen Ling didn't drag his exhausted body back home until the woman was settled down completely.

In the end, the living expenses for buying instant noodles also paid the registration fee to the unconscious woman.

But Wen Ling didn't regret it, at least he helped others, which was a good deed.

The good news came soon, and the woman tried to contact Wen Ling as soon as she woke up and came to thank her.

After learning that Wen Ling couldn't speak, so one didn't find a job, the woman asked him to help clean the house.

"You come to work with me, and I will pay you 7000 yuan a month, including food and lodging, what do you think?"

There is nothing happier than hearing the news, Wen Ling nodded happily, and thanked him earnestly in his notebook.

【You are such a kind person. 】

Unexpectedly, the woman smiled and waved her hand: "I will help you because you saved me. This is your reward for doing good deeds. God will always show more favor to kind children."

Favored?Then he hoped that his life would be more peaceful and stable in the future.

Wen Ling thought so in his heart.

In a daze, Wen Ling's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his vision of the surroundings became more and more blurred.

In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer, and fell down on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, it seemed that someone gently picked up his body and put him on the bed.

The chuckling voice and the slight itchiness caused by the gentle rubbing of his fingertips made Wen Ling think he was dreaming. He rubbed his hand, then hugged it in his arms, adjusted a comfortable position and fell asleep again.

............

When Wen Ling woke up again, seeing the strange and expensive chandelier above his head and the silky silk sheets under his body, Wen Ling rolled out of bed in fright.

Help!Why did he sleep well on the young master's bed?Could it be sleepwalking last night? !

Thinking of the young master's appearance in a wheelchair, Wen Ling secretly despised himself.

It must be sleepwalking. Could it be that the young master carried him to the bed?

After changing his clothes, Wen Ling cautiously opened the door.

The housekeeper stood outside the door, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Wen Ling come out.

"The young master went to see a doctor today, and he said he needed to have his body and legs checked. You can just wait for the young master to come back honestly today, and you don't need to do anything else."

Wen Ling was taken aback, is there such a good thing to do at leisure?

Recalling how he had been suppressed by that woman before, Wen Ling couldn't help rubbing his arms.

Those scars are still there, but in the future... maybe they won't be there again.

Recalling Song Lu's cold and dignified appearance while sitting on the chair, Wen Ling would always subconsciously develop a sense of dependence and security.

Even he himself couldn't explain why.

When Wen Ling went downstairs to drink a glass of water, he suddenly heard the two servants who were cleaning the stairs talking one after another.

"Have you heard? Zhang Yue rolled down the stairs, her lumbar spine was broken, and she might be paralyzed! Her leg was also broken."

"Really, this is too scary, how did you fall like this?"

"I don't know. People who saw her said that when they found her, she rolled down very fast, and there was no time to stop her."

"She's really unlucky, too."

Hearing this, the maid curled her lips in disdain: "Come on, she heard that she had been bullying the little dumb little lady brought back by the lady before. I see, now she has been punished."

The other maid nodded in agreement: "If you say that, it's not impossible!"

Wen Ling listened to the conversation between the two of them, and couldn't help but clenched the handrail of the stairs.

Paralyzed? !

He didn't expect it to be so serious, but when he recalled her scream that day, he still couldn't help swallowing.

When Wen Ling went to the back garden to water the flowers at night, he suddenly saw a figure standing under the street lamp in the garden.

Her posture was a bit weird, and her hair was loose and looked a little scary.

Suddenly, the woman raised her head, revealing twisted and vicious features.

"It's all because of you! Bitch!! I haven't had a single day of luck since I went to work with you!!!" Her legs were a little stiff, but she still limped step by step to get closer to Wen Ling.

"It's fine now, my legs are useless, and I can only do this for the rest of my life! It's all your fault! Why don't you admit that you did it? Why do you want me to stink? I hate you, I hate you! !Go to hell!!”

The more the woman spoke, the more excited she was, she even pulled out the fruit knife hidden in her pocket and stabbed Wen Ling straight.