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I like you

The rope that bound him was tied into a knot that was difficult to untie. Song Ling tried to turn over, and then sat up against the head of the bed.

Song Ling saw the whole picture of the room by light. This room was very big, like the master bedroom of some small villa.

Opposite the bed is a monitor that can be used to watch movies, and on the right is a display cabinet that occupies the entire wall and is divided into countless grids.

There are different Lego in each grid, some of which Song Ling has put together, and some of which Song Ling likes but has not bought yet.

Song Ling looked at the neatly arranged Lego in the cabinet, and a very complicated emotion rose in his heart.He felt that Luo Wenchuan might really love him, but this little bastard didn't seem to know what kind of behavior was considered liking.

He is like a child who wants to love but doesn't know how to love, often self-defeating and hurting each other.

Song Ling tried to untie the twisted hose in his hand. It was very troublesome to tie the knot. He had learned how to tie it in the military, but he hadn't learned how to untie it.

Under normal circumstances, no one who performs the task will be tied up. He is the first one, which is embarrassing.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, and there was no watch in the whole room. Song Ling lay down when he was tired from sitting.

I don't know how long it took, but the door was suddenly opened.

Song Ling cheered up, and then saw a very familiar person walking in with a tray.

A man in a dark suit combed his hair neatly behind his head.

Song Ling felt that he must have seen this man somewhere before. He stared at that expressionless face and thought for a long time. He didn't remember until he found the valuable tie under the man's neck. He was behind the Song County Auditorium seen in the bathroom.

Did Luo Wenchuan start plotting against him then?

The man puts the tray by the bed, which contains the prepared food.

Two sandwiches, one fried noodles, very mixed and matched, it can be seen that it was made by someone.

"Mr. Song, Master Luo asked me to bring you something."

Master Luo, upon hearing these three words from someone else's mouth, Song Ling's first reaction was that they were unfamiliar.

In the past, he would never have thought that the person crying in his arms would be Luo Huaishan's son.

But now that the facts were in front of him, he had to believe it if he didn't believe it.

"You guys are in business, you exchange interests, and you want your young master to end it in person?" Song Ling couldn't help but sneer.

It was a great honor for him, Luo Wenchuan had been with him for the past few years, cooking and washing clothes, even wearing shoes and socks for him himself, what kind of treatment is this.

"Mr. Song, you should eat first. You can't make things difficult for your body." The man still had no expression on his face, which made Song Ling wonder if this man was a robot.

Are all the people sent by Fengxing to do things like this? They don't seem to think about it, except for completing the task, they don't even say a word.

"What about Luo Wenchuan, let him come to see me."

What kind of style is it to knock people out if you can't say it? This is how Luo Huaishan taught him?

"The young master will be back soon, Mr. Song, wait a moment." The man glanced at Song Ling, as if he had just realized that the man's hands were still tied, he walked over and cut off the hose and tie with scissors. leave.

When the man approached, Song Ling thought about whether he should also faint this man, but the result of his thinking was that the gain outweighed the loss.This bastard Luo Wenchuan has very long hands, if he goes out now, maybe this person will come up with some way to deal with Qinghe.

After the man left, Song Ling touched his pocket and found that the terminal that was originally on his body had gone somewhere.

Luo Wenchuan was quite thoughtful.

Staying alone is the easiest place to get sleepy. Although this place is strange, it can't resist boredom.

Song Ling ate another meal and felt that the time might be almost up, so he lay on the bed and planned to sleep for a while to catch up on sleep.

To deal with the enemy, you must maintain your energy. Luo Wenchuan is not an enemy, but you must deal with it when you are awake.

Not long after his eyes closed, someone came into the room and lay on the bed, hugging him from behind.

Luo Wenchuan probably didn't even change his clothes, and just went straight to bed as soon as he entered the house.

Song Ling woke up quickly after feeling someone's chin on his shoulder.

The hand around the waist exerted a little force, as if he was afraid that if he let go of it, someone would run away.Song Ling felt a little uncomfortable being strangled, so he simply turned around and faced Luo Wenchuan.

"Go and lie down on the side."

He was very sleepy right now, and he didn't want to quarrel with Luo Wenchuan for a word.

Luo Wenchuan froze for a moment, but still did not let go of the hand on Song Ling's waist.

"Brother Ling..." Luo Wenchuan's voice was aggrieved.

Song Ling didn't know why he was wronged, this man almost got Qing He, and trapped him in this crappy place, and now he is still wronged, wronged ass.

Anyone in this world can be wronged, except Luo Wenchuan.

"Brother Ling, give me a hug, okay?" Luo Wenchuan moved closer to Song Ling's arms, and his soft lips brushed against Song Ling's neck.

Song Ling's body froze, and he subconsciously pushed away the person who was holding him.

"Brother Ling."

Even though the lights were dim, Song Ling could still see the hurt emotion in Luo Wenchuan's eyes.This person always looked at him with such eyes, as if he had suffered all the grievances in the world alone.

"Wen Chuan, there's no need for you to act anymore." Song Ling stepped back, keeping a certain distance from Luo Wenchuan.

"I didn't, Brother Ling, why don't you believe me."

Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan, and said calmly: "You only have this sentence from the beginning to the end, how can I trust you. Luo Wenchuan, if you didn't have the system to attack Qinghe back then, Qinghe would not be where he is today The situation, you are saying these things now, do you still expect me to thank you?"

This tactic of slapping a jujube doesn't work on him, he is an adult, he can carry a slap and a jujube, he doesn't need either.

Luo Wenchuan didn't seem to notice Song Ling's anger, and was still explaining to himself: "The loopholes in the Qinghe system have existed for a long time, even if it wasn't me, there would be other people, do you understand, Brother Ling. "

"I don't understand, you are sophistry. It's like a person walking on the road, and you stabbed him, but you still have to say plausibly that this person would have died, but you just discovered it in advance, and then inserted the knife, Send him back to the west. Tell me, does this make sense?"

"It's different."

"Why is it different, Luo Wenchuan, what is going on in your head? Instead of continuing to act like a dog in front of me, why not go back and return to Luo Huaishan, and let him see how capable his good son is. "Song Ling won't trust this person anymore, he should have known that he couldn't play with this group of people.

Luo Wenchuan is Enigma, he is very smart, he dedicated the Song family's Qinghe to his father, he is really capable.

In the world, no one is more capable than Luo Wenchuan.

It really opened his eyes.

"Brother Ling, I don't like him. Believe me, I'm on your side. If you can't take care of Qinghe, give it to me. What's mine is yours."

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Luo Wenchuan's words really made him dumbfounded.

"I know." Luo Wenchuan moved closer, put his hand around Song Ling's waist as usual, and said in a low voice, "Brother Ling, give me a chance, I will show you a completely different Qinghe, it will Be more famous and make more money than you are now."

"Luo Wenchuan, you..."

At this moment, Song Ling no longer understood why Luo Wenchuan did this.What Luo Wenchuan wants to do, like him, has become less pure, and cannot be explained clearly with a simple word or sentence.

"Trust me, okay?" Luo Wenchuan kissed Song Ling's nose, and the soothing pheromone was slowly released and entered Song Ling's nasal cavity.

Enigma's pheromones have a control effect on the marked Alpha. As long as he wants, Song Ling can be reduced to a toy for him to vent, but until the last step, he doesn't want to see Song Ling like that.

Song Ling should be fresh, dazzling, standing in the sun forever.

"I like you. From the day I saw you, I couldn't leave my eyes on you."

Luo Wenchuan's voice came to his ears, as if surrounded by a layer of tulle, floating in the wind, gradually hazy and distant.

The person in his arms gradually fell into a deep sleep, Luo Wenchuan kissed Song Ling's forehead, nose tip, lips...

Like a drug addict, he greedily licked Song Ling's soft neck. At this moment, whether he had a highly compatible pheromone was completely unimportant.

What he wanted was Song Ling.

Resplendent and resplendent, the cups of wine were intertwined, and the hustle and bustle of people covered the whispers.

"Do you like him?" The handsome man in the wheelchair glanced at the young man standing by the pool, then turned his gaze away, and said to the child hiding behind the dining table, "What is your identity, I don't even look at it."

"I……"

The child's cheeks were flushed, with some embarrassment, and the shame of having his mind pierced.His hands wrapped around the shabby corners of his clothes, but his eyes still fell on the young man not far away. He wanted to take a few more glances, as if he would lose one glance if he looked at it once.

"Go back quickly. This is not the place you should come. If you are discovered, you will be kicked out. Do you want to be kicked out in front of him?"

I don't know which words moved this stubborn child. The child took a last look at the teenager in the crowd, and went out of the hotel with red eyes.

He ran very fast and in a hurry, and finally fell on the cold steps.

Before the tears in his eyes fell, he fell into an embrace in the next second.

He raised his eyes and met a pair of clear smiling eyes.

"You little cat, what are you doing so fast?" The boy picked him up, put him on the table outside the hotel fountain, and asked, "Whose family are you from?"

"I..." Tears came out before the answer.

The boy looked at the little cat in front of him, and reached out to wipe the corner of his eyes.

"I, it's too dirty." The little cat hid for a while, but was pressed into the arms of the boy who was also sitting on the table, and wiped away the tears on his face with a tissue.

At this time, the stomach let out a loud growl, and the child's face turned red.

Hungry and embarrassed, he felt like a beggar, in stark contrast to the well-dressed young man in front of him.

He lowered his head, wanting to escape, leaving this place that made him look very unbearable.

The boy looked at the anxious person in his arms, smiled, and suddenly conjured up a piece of snack.

The boy's hands were beautiful, long and wide, with a thin callus on the palm.The dim sum in his palm is pale pink, with five or six petals, and the center of the flower is made of egg yolk.

"Peach Blossom Crisp, try it."

The boy put the snack into the little cat's hand, and seeing that the man just stared at it, he conjured another piece of snack and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

The lips and teeth brushed against the young man's fingertips inadvertently, and the child froze, staring at the smiling young man with wide eyes.

"Is it delicious?" the boy asked him.

The child's face was red, and it took a long time to say two words with difficulty: "Sweet."

This person is actually sweet.

"Luo Wenchuan, shut up!" There was a sound in the quiet morning, Song Ling frowned, and kicked the sleeping Luo Wenchuan off.

The dream was disturbed, Luo Wenchuan opened his eyes with a bit of grievance: "Brother Ling..."

After Song Ling put down his hand, Luo Wenchuan saw a not-so-shallow bite mark on Song Ling's rosy earlobe.

"Are you a dog, why do you have to bite people when you are awake and asleep?" Song Ling cursed. The mouth of this little bastard is never idle all day long. Satisfied, I want to bite everything I see now.

"I, I didn't mean it, Brother Ling, does it hurt?"

There was still a faint sweet taste on the tip of his tongue, Luo Wenchuan sat back on the bed, and was about to touch Song Ling's earlobe when someone stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Why do you always say that these things don't exist? I'll bite you and you say it hurts."

"Then, Brother Ling, bite me, anywhere."

Seeing Luo Wenchuan's flattering appearance, Song Ling suddenly felt that if this person had a tail, he would be appointed to come and shake it in front of him every day.

"I don't have this habit." Song Ling gave Luo Wenchuan a cold look, and was about to get up, but Luo Wenchuan had already spared him in advance to help him get the shoes to his feet.

As soon as Song Ling's legs were put down, Luo Wenchuan immediately bent down to help him put on his socks.

Song Ling quietly looked at the man who was kneeling on the ground with one leg, and didn't even have time to put on his pajama pants, and asked, "Aren't your shoes dirty when you step on the ground, Master Luo?"

"Different."

"What's the difference?"

"Brother Ling, it's different."

There was an invisible smile in Luo Wenchuan's eyes.

Song Ling, just standing in front of him, tempted him to touch him all the time.The moment Luo Wenchuan put his hand on Song Ling's ankle, he could only feel his heart skipping a beat, so why would he feel that it would be dirty.

Song Ling didn't understand what he said. Whose shoes are not shoes, the bacteria can still avoid his shoes.

Seeing that Luo Wenchuan lowered his head and didn't respond, Song Ling was about to pull his leg back when his ankle was suddenly grabbed by this man.

"Brother Ling..." Luo Wenchuan looked at him, narrowing his eyes slightly, like a little fox.

Song Ling looked down the man's neck, and when he landed on the black boxers covered with thin fabric, he suddenly understood what the man meant.He sat up straight, folded his leg on the other leg hanging under the bed, with his toes slightly raised.

Luo Wenchuan leaned over, an obsessive light flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Ling, Brother Ling..." Luo Wenchuan called Song Ling, each sound more moving and impatient.

Song Ling looked at the people on the ground very calmly. At that moment, he could really feel that Luo Wenchuan was not pretending, and was truly in love with someone.

His gaze and his reaction are so sincere and touching, but why are the things he did so cold and unbearable.

Luo Wenchuan, what kind of person is he?

The author says:

Here comes owo;

Thanks to the landmines and nutrient solution of "Pumping the leaves under the cherry tree"——