[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

The numb and numb pain in the neck made Wen Ling tremble slightly, and the blushing of embarrassment spread directly to the tips of the ears.

The arms around him were strong and strong, and the smell of sandalwood lingered in the nostrils.

Wen Ling involuntarily pressed his little head against his chest, very dependent.

This subconscious action pleased Song Lu. He gently scratched Wen Ling's chin, raised his eyebrows and said in a playful voice, "Why, I like it very much?"

Wen Ling didn't know what he was referring to, but the firm and warm embrace made Wen Ling a little greedy, so he nodded honestly.

There was a clean and delicate light in the little guy's eyes, which was beautiful without being polluted by ugly human nature.

At this moment, those eyes are full of heart and soul, only pretending to be him.

Wen Ling gently tugged at the corner of Song Lu's clothes, and wrote in the small notebook: 【Please let me go, or your legs will hurt very much. 】

As he spoke, he carefully stretched out a small jiojio and stepped on the ground.

Song Lu caught a glimpse of a figure walking not far away from the corner of his eye, and followed Wen Ling's movements to put him down.

"Let's go, go back."

Hearing this, Wen Ling hurriedly pushed Song Lu's wheelchair and pushed him into the house.

Madam stood at the gate of the garden, with a worried expression and a little cautious: "Son, what did the doctor say?"

There was no expression on Song Lu's beautiful face, his light brown eyes looked at the woman as if he was looking at some lifeless dead thing.

"What can the doctor say, what should I say? Doesn't the mother not know?"

Song Lu's words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Madam's heart.

Madam's face was pale, and she covered her face and wept bitterly: "It's mom who is sorry for you, mom did something wrong..."

Song Lu's expression was not moved by the wife's crying, he just watched the woman cry with cold eyes: "I'll go back first, and mother will also go to bed early."

Wen Ling looked at Song Lu's expression that he didn't want to say more, and pushed him away from the garden.

After entering the bedroom, Wen Ling took out the pajamas with ease after gaining experience last time.

Song Lu pointed to the locker not far away: "There is a medicine box inside."

Wen Ling was a little puzzled, but obediently went to take out the medicine box.

Master is injured?

Song Lu took out iodophor from inside, and slowly tore open the package: "Stretch your arm over here."

Wen Ling stretched out his arm, looked at his wound that had scabbed and stuck to his clothes, and only then did he react.

When tearing off the clothes sticking to the skin, Wen Ling's painful eyes were red, and the wound was burning hot after being painted with iodophor. He endured and endured, and finally burst into tears.

Song Lu looked at the little guy crying, and a dark color flashed in his eyes.

it's beautiful.

Helping Wen Ling treat the wound and bandage it, Song Lu looked at the clothes Wen Ling was holding in his other hand, and slightly raised his head: "Help me change it."

Enduring the painful wound, Wen Ling walked over and bent slightly.

When unbuttoning Song Lu's clothes, he was still ashamed to death.Two little hands tightly pinched the buttons of the clothes and slowly unbuttoned them.

Song Lu's expression was relaxed from beginning to end, and he completely disappeared from the cold and Rakshasa appearance just now.

He just watched Wen Ling take off his clothes with great interest, and then put them on slowly.

While changing his pants, Wen Ling's fingertips accidentally brushed Song Lu's inner thigh.

A low muffled hum made Wen Ling instantly at a loss.

He raised his head and bumped into those narrow and deep eyes.

The originally light-colored pupils seemed to have become a little dull, with raging desires sweeping inside.

Wen Ling pinched his pajama pants at a loss, standing where he was like a child who made a mistake.

Song Lu's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were sharp.

Wen Ling shook her body, like a little rabbit driven into a corner, opened her mouth and said silently: [I'm sorry, I'm sorry...]

Song Lu closed his eyes and calmed down, all the turbulent and crazy emotions finally turned into a sigh.

"scared?"

Wen Ling shook his head.

Seeing his appearance, Song Lu pulled his lips and chuckled.

His eyes were red, his shoulders were shrunk like a rabbit, and he was still shaking his head.

"Come here." He hooked his hand towards Wen Ling.

Wen Ling walked over obediently, pinching the hem of his clothes a little awkwardly.

He was too scared. If Song Lu refused to let him take care of him and left Song Lu, those people would still bully him.

There was no trace of anger on Song Lu's expression, he just patted Wen Ling's head with a touch of pampering: "You can't touch a man's legs, you know that?"

Wen Ling nodded seriously, looking like a serious elementary school student.

After changing his pants, Song Lu was pushed into the bathroom by Wen Ling. Wen Ling was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do. Song Lu patted his forehead: "Go out and wait."

Wen Ling seemed to be pardoned, and quickly ran out of the bathroom.

Song Lu looked at Wen Ling fleeing in a hurry, gently pulled the corners of his lips, and let out an inexplicable snort.

Wen Ling sat on the sofa, staring at his tingling arm in a daze.

Maybe the young master is afraid that his wound will get wet?

Thinking of this, Wen Ling felt a faint warmth in his heart.

His head was in a mess, the woman holding a knife and stabbing him ferociously, and after he covered his eyes, even after cleaning up, he could still smell the bloody smell.

The indifference between Song Lu and his wife seemed to have some kind of secret between them.

Wen thought a lot in a mess, and finally, in a daze, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Why... suddenly sleepy again.

After falling asleep on the sofa, the strong arms and body with a touch of water vapor picked him up and put him on the bed.

Having found the heat source, Wen Ling squeezed his little head into it recklessly.

A chuckle sounded from the top of his head, and Wen Ling felt someone touching his head.

who can that be?

He was so sleepy that he couldn't tell who it was.

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

When Wen Ling woke up the next day, he opened his eyes and saw the fair chest and delicate collarbone.

The neckline of the pure black silk pajamas was slightly opened, revealing a large area of ​​strong muscle texture inside, which made Wen Ling's eyes straighten a little.

This, is this something he can see without paying? !

Wait...why is he lying on the young master's bed again?Is he sleepwalking again? !

Wen Ling cautiously wanted to back out, but the arms around his waist suddenly tightened, and he hugged him back.

Wen Ling was held in his arms like a petite doll, and Song Lu's deep voice was hoarse from sleep.

"Hey, let's sleep again."

The hand patting his back was extremely gentle, Wen Ling closed his eyes, and couldn't help falling asleep again.

This sleep lasted until the sun was rising. Wen Ling looked at the empty bed next to him, and was so frightened that he turned over and got out of bed.

There was no one in the toilet or bathroom, and Song Lu was not seen in the entire room.

Wen Ling couldn't help feeling anxious.

After hurriedly changing clothes, Wen Ling opened the door, only to find that Song Lu was sitting in a wheelchair and was about to open the door.

"woke up?"

The anxiety and panic in the little guy's eyes hadn't had time to retract, the moment he saw Song Lu, he hurried over as if he had found the backbone.

He looked around Song Lu's body, and after confirming that he was not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Lu knew what Wen Ling was worried about, so he explained patiently: "The housekeeper came this morning, you slept soundly, and I didn't disturb you."

A trace of guilt flashed across Wen Ling's eyes. He was sent to take care of the young master, but he was still sleeping after the young master woke up. It was really rude.

He rummaged through the small notebook on his body, turned his head and found it was placed on the bedside table, and hurried over to get it.

Because I was walking in a hurry, I accidentally tripped on the carpet and fell.

Fortunately, the carpet was soft and I didn't feel any pain.

Wen Ling used a small notebook to write on it: [May I go wash up first? 】

Song Lu looked at Wen Ling's dilapidated and yellowed book that was still in use, and said, "Go, take the daily necessities to my room in a while, and you will live with me in the future. Put away the things and go down." Eat downstairs, I'm downstairs."

Wen Ling bowed, then turned away from Song Lu's side.

The faint scent of milk seemed to be body fragrance coming from Wen Ling's body. Since the night before, Song Lu found that the fragrance of Wen Ling's body seemed to make him sleep soundly.

"Master, do you want to go down?" the butler asked carefully from the side.

Song Lu withdrew his eyes and said lightly: "Let's go."

Wen Ling was still immersed in Song Lu's desire to let him live in the master bedroom.

In fact, he prefers to live in the servant's room, so that the young master can have his own space.

But the young master's legs are inconvenient. If he doesn't take care of him 24 hours a day, he is worried that there will be emergencies.

After washing up, Wen Ling carried his daily necessities and put them on Song Lu's spacious and luxurious sink.

Wen Ling was a little embarrassed that his own small water cup seemed a little out of place with Song Lu's matching utensils.

Or let's put it below, I heard them say that the young master seems to have a cleanliness habit.

Putting her toiletries at the bottom, Wen Ling went downstairs.

When passing by the second floor, Wen Ling heard two servants gossiping again.

"Have you heard? That crazy woman offended the young master, and her legs were cut off!"

"Is it true? So cruel?"

"I heard that another hand will be cut off!"

Until this moment, Wen Ling finally knew why the woman was paralyzed without a broken spine.

Their gossip is completely fabricated and embellished, which has nothing to do with the facts!

Downstairs, Song Lu was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. Today's breakfast was Cantonese-style morning tea, and everything was exquisite.

"Come over for dinner."

Wen Ling was a little uncertain, but he still sat on the chair at the end.

Seeing Wen Ling sitting opposite him, Song Lu frowned and his voice became a little colder.

"Sit next to me, I'm scary?"

Wen Ling hurriedly shook his head and got off the chair.

How could he, a hired servant, sit in the main seat? It's too rude.

Sitting next to Song Lu, Song Lu deliberately used his chopsticks to pick up a shrimp dumpling for Wen Ling.

Wen Ling swallowed, wrote "Thank you" very scribbled in the notebook, picked up the chopsticks and began to eat hard.

The fresh and fragrant taste exploded in the mouth, and Wen Ling squinted his eyes.

Seeing the little guy eating with his mouth stuffed like a hamster, Song Lu leaned on his head and stared at him with great interest.

Sensing that straightforward gaze, Wen Ling couldn't help but froze slightly.

He raised his head and looked at Song Lu suspiciously with moist eyes.

Did he eat too rudely?

Wen Ling swallowed the last mouthful of pig's trotter, and began to sip the porridge in the bowl.

"It's so cute to eat." Song Lu playfully wiped the corner of Wen Ling's mouth with a tissue, and the little oily stain made Wen Ling's cheeks blush in embarrassment.

"Master, there is a company in the area." The butler glanced at the time and whispered beside him.

Song Lu restrained his smile, and rubbed Wen Ling's head: "Be good, I'll be back at night."

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

The nanny held the lunch box in her hand and handed it to Wen Ling: "The young master told you to bring it to him."

Wen Ling had heard about this incident a little bit. Song Lu's taste is extremely tricky, and he is rarely used to outside dishes, so in the company, he always delivers meals by himself.

Wen Ling carried the snack box into the driver's car and rushed all the way to the company.

Looking at the towering building, Wen Ling walked in with a lunch box.

The front desk should have been notified in advance, and after seeing Wen Ling, he sent him to the manager's office on the 22nd floor with a smile on his face.

Now the Song family is still Song Lu's father is the CEO, and Song Lu is arranged to practice as a manager.

When Wen Ling passed the tea room with a food box, he suddenly heard chatter and laughter inside.

Because his mouth cannot speak, his other senses are extremely sensitive.

"I really don't know why a general manager like this still comes to the company. He comes here in a wheelchair every day. Are you tired?"

"Hey, you don't know. My sister works at their house. She has already said that Manager Song has been taken care of by a mute recently. I heard that Mr. Song likes it very much."

The man burst into laughter when he heard the words: "It's amazing! One of them is lame and the other is dumb. They are a perfect match! They are all disabled!"

Wen Ling squeezed the food box in his hand, and pushed open the door forcefully.

He glared at the two of them with glaring eyes, took out a small notebook and quickly wrote: 【Apology! ! 】

You can call him dumb, but you can't call Song Lu!

Why should people be discriminated against and put on colored glasses if they have physical defects?

Have they had an impact on anyone's life, and can they humiliate people at will just because it can vent their inner darkness?

"Fuck, this person is Manager Song's little mute, right? He's here to deliver food?"

The man looked at Wen Ling sullenly, and then whistled: "Hey, little dumb, let me see if you cry. He looks like a little bitch. Manager Song is so perverted, he actually likes this style. Appears to be gay."

At that moment, Wen Ling seemed to lose his mind.

He put down the food box and rushed up to wrestle with them.

Song Lu, who had waited for a long time and hadn't seen anyone, was a little irritable. Just as he was about to call the front desk to ask the front desk, the special assistant suddenly opened the door in a panic and walked in.

"General manager, the little boy who brought you food got into a fight with someone in the tea room!!"

Song Lu's brows and eyes darkened instantly, and when he arrived in the wheelchair, he saw Wen Ling lying on the ground covered in bruises.

On the old yellowed notebook, it was written crookedly: [You are not allowed to bully Song Lu! ! 】