[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

'tick'

A warm current slowly gushed out from the nose and dripped on the clean tiles.

Wen Ling raised his hand to wipe it, the scarlet liquid made Wen Ling's head dizzy.

He looked at Song Lu's strong and beautiful abdominal muscles, and couldn't help pinching them gently with his little hands.

The man's breathing suddenly stopped for a moment, and with a little panting, Wen Ling's legs were almost weak when he teased him.

The nosebleed became more and more violent, Wen Ling opened his mouth, and then his body went limp and he passed out.

Song Lu looked at the little guy lying in his arms, and couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

He slowly wiped off the bleeding from his nose, and stopped the bleeding with a tissue, then gently took off Wen Ling's clothes, and carried him into the hot spring pool.

There were still bruises on the little guy's body that hadn't been removed, and Song Lu's brows couldn't help but have a gloomy look.

He gently stroked and washed Wen Ling's body, his movements were obsessive and pious.

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

Wen Ling opened his eyes, and there was a soft bed under him.

Someone hugged his waist, and the embrace was firm and warm, making him unable to move.

The last cut-off point of the memory is that he was touching Song Lu's abdominal muscles, and then got a nosebleed.What happened next, how he was lying here, I don't know.

Recalling the feel of Song Lu's abdominal muscles, Wen Ling's nose bleeds out of hopelessness.

Song Lu's face that was close at hand was infinitely magnified at this moment, and the slender eyelashes like crow feathers cast a shadow on the eyelids.

Song Lu who is sleeping soundly is far from the depressing look when he wakes up, like an angel with his eyes closed in the morning and dusk, favored by the gods.

Just as Wen Ling was staring at Song Lu's face in a daze, those light-colored eyes slowly opened.

The originally gentle and warm facial features seemed to be disturbed and shattered by these eyes.

Depressed, muddy, and impenetrable emotions were mixed in it, twisted and fused, and became the current Song Lu.

It's just that the moment those eyes stared at Wen Ling, all the darkness faded away, turning into a preference that was visible to the naked eye, and even gods would envy.

He raised his arm and touched Wen Ling's head, bringing him closer to his chest: "Sleep for a while?"

Wen Ling recalled the way Song Lu looked at him just now, and felt his heart beating like a drum.

An unprecedented sense of throbbing made him couldn't help but the tip of his ears turned red.

Shaking his head, Wen Ling signaled that he had woken up.

Song Lu sat up and began to dress slowly.

Seeing him get up, Wen Ling quickly helped him get dressed.

Seeing that Wen Ling was putting on his clothes seriously, Song Lu poked him lightly on the forehead: "Go and put on your clothes."

Wen Ling looked at his pajamas, which were wide open on his chest, gathered them together in a hurry, and then hurriedly found the clothes.

Song Lu was in front of him, he was too embarrassed to change his clothes.

But it doesn't seem very good to go to the bathroom to change.

What should I do?

After thinking about it, Wen Ling looked at the quilt on the bed, and directly got in and covered himself with the quilt.

Seeing the small lump stirring back and forth in the quilt, the smile in Song Lu's eyes deepened.

He just watched Wen Ling huddled up in the quilt with great interest, changing clothes like a small animal.

Then, just as Wen Ling took off his pants and was about to put them on, he threw off the quilt.

Wen Ling opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound, but was still a little dazed by fright.

He stared blankly at Song Lu, still maintaining the movement of putting on his pants.

A large section of snow-white legs was exposed in the air.

'tuk tuk tuk'

Suddenly the housekeeper's voice came from the door: "Master, breakfast is ready, Madam is waiting for you."

Song Lu put the quilt back on Wen Ling's body, made sure that the little guy was fully dressed, and then turned the wheelchair to the bathroom.

"Understood." Song Lu's voice was cold, and he responded lazily.

After washing up, Wen Ling was brought downstairs by Song Lu for dinner.

Madam watched Song Lu and Wen Ling come down together, her expression unchanged.

"How are you doing recently? Are you busy with the company's affairs?" Madam sat at the dining table, chatting with Song Lu.

Song Lu's answer was a little casual, and could even be called perfunctory: "It's okay."

Madam was not discouraged, but looked at Song Lu with relief: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell mom in time, and mom will help you deal with it."

Song Lu raised his eyes and glanced at Mrs. Song. After just one glance, Mrs. Song's expression became stiff and she stopped talking.

Wen Ling sat next to Song Lu, not even daring to breathe.

So depressing.

Song Lu didn't care, and pushed the mushroom soup in front of Wen Ling: "Drink something to warm your stomach."

Wen Ling took it obediently with both hands, scooped up the soup with a spoon and drank it in small sips.

There was no way to attack her son, so Mrs. Song turned her attention to Wen Ling.

"You usually pay more attention to Xiao Lu's body, don't let him bump into each other, and pay more attention."

Wen Ling was called, and quickly put down the spoon in his hand and nodded seriously.

Song Lu ordered the table: "Go ahead and eat your meal."

Wen Ling glanced at Mrs. Song, who did not show any dissatisfaction, so she took the spoon and continued to drink the soup.

Although Mrs. Song didn't have any objections, Wen Ling knew in her heart that all of this stemmed from her debt and compensation to Song Lu.

He can't be too much.

After dinner, Wen Ling was taken away by Song Lu directly.

Following Song Lu all the way to the company, Wen Ling sat on the sofa in the office feeling dazed.

Song Lu sat at the desk and looked at the document in his hand, Wen Ling picked up his ipad and wrote on it: [Do you need me to do something, master? 】

Song Lu glanced at Wen Ling's screen, then hooked his hands.

Wen Ling hurried over with the tablet in his arms.

Song Lu took Wen Ling's tablet and played a few games for him: "I have to deal with things, so you can play for a while obediently."

Wen Ling looked at the game on the tablet, nestled back on the sofa, and played Defend the Carrot seriously.

Except for the rustling sound of the pen rubbing against the paper, the air was extraordinarily quiet.

The two are doing their own things in their own small areas, which is extremely harmonious.

Putting down the pen in his hand, Song Lu pinched the center of his brows, with a slightly irritable expression.

"I'm going to have a meeting, you wait for me obediently in the office."

Song Lu went out in a hurry, and the special assistant helped Song Lu take away all the documents and hurriedly closed the door behind him.

The office fell into a deadly silence again.

Wen Ling sat on the sofa and played with the tablet again.

Not long after, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Wen Ling thought it was Song Lu who had come back, so he quickly sat up to look.

But a strange face came in at the door.

The woman was wearing a white shirt and jeans, and she looked extremely pure. When she saw Wen Ling, she was a little puzzled: "Who are you?"

Wen Ling wrote on the tablet: [I am Mr. Xiao Song's servant, waiting here for his meeting to end. 】

Seeing the word "servant", the girl couldn't help thinking of the fight that had raged in the company a few days ago.

"Are you the victim?"

Wen Ling tilted his head for some unknown reason.

The girl hurriedly walked up to Wen Ling: "Damn it, they're going too far, you're so cute and you can do it!"

Wen Ling was a little overwhelmed by her sudden enthusiasm.

The girl was still talking eloquently: "You don't know, since the 22nd floor was cleared that day, everyone was terrified, thinking that something big happened. But when I asked the staff on the 22nd floor, no one dared to say. In the end, it was Mr. Xiao Song who said it himself, and arrested those two men."

The girl's eyes were full of admiration: "Mr. Song is too handsome, he's a max boyfriend!!"

"But you'd better be careful, and tell Mr. Song not to leave you alone. I heard that this boy's family is having trouble at home, and people all over the world are looking for you."

find him?

Wen Ling was a little puzzled, why did he look for him?He is the victim of this incident.

The girl understood Wen Ling's doubts, so she sighed: "I must be looking for you, after all, they don't dare to confront President Xiao Song, you are a servant in their family, they think you are a bully, I want to cut you. As long as you let go, their son will be able to save a period of time."

Only then did Wen Ling nodded in understanding: [Thank you, but why are you telling me this? 】

The girl squinted her eyes: "Of course it's because I knocked you and Mr. Song's CP! You are so good-looking, you are so obedient and soft, you are definitely not a bad person, those two guys are usually big-mouthed and trustworthy Very, it's annoying to see them both."

When Song Lu came back, the girl had already left.

Looking at the documents on the desktop, Song Lu frowned: "Is someone here?"

Wen Ling nodded, and wrote: [A very beautiful sister came. 】

Song Lu paused a little while arranging the documents, his brown eyes gradually deepened, and he repeated Wen Ling's words word by word: "Pretty, pretty, sister, sister?"

"A Ling likes her very much?"

Wen Ling recalled the girl's appearance when she laughed and what she told him, nodded, and wrote with the tip of the pen: [She is very nice!Just told me a lot and told me a lot of things I didn't know! 】

Song Lu pulled his lips, and the smile in his eyes gradually faded: "Really? Why don't you share with me, what did you talk about, so happy."

Wen Ling thought for a while, and wrote on the board: [She said that I am good-looking, and I am not a bad person if I am obedient and soft...]

Song Lu raised his hand and snatched the pen before he finished writing the following words.

The body was pressed on the sofa, Song Lu's handsome face was close at hand, and there was cold jealousy in his brown eyes: "Really? Then does Ah Ling want to be with her?"

Wen Ling was a little overwhelmed by his sudden words.

What together?

together what?

Seeing that Wen Ling didn't speak, the last trace of patience in Song Lu's eyes was completely exhausted.

He lowered his head and kissed Wen Ling's lips firmly, and pressed him on the sofa to force him to interlock his fingers.

"Be good and don't make me angry, eh?"