Scum attack, he wants to change his mind

On the asphalt road heading to the suburbs, the white Martha roared by.

Song Xingfei has never been in such an expensive car in his life, in fact, he can't drive at all.

The hospital where he worked before was only a 15-minute walk from his home. Song Xingfei had been motion sick since he was a child, and he didn't like to go out. He never thought about taking a driver's license test.

Although he suddenly became a domineering president after wearing a book, owning countless expensive and fashionable sports cars, but it still can't change the fact that he can't drive.

Also includes... motion sickness.

Song Xingfei's face in the co-pilot was already pale.

The big black guy who talked to him the most just now is sitting in the driver's seat.

Big Hei said complacently, Boss Song actually let him drive his car, hehe, it seems that he is Boss Song's most caring little padded jacket!

Thinking of this, he was full of courage and said: "Mr. Song, Jiang Chongyuan must be crying in fright after waking up. At this time, you will fall from the sky, and he will definitely jump into your arms with emotion!"

Song Xingfei's face was disheveled, and he clenched his teeth to prevent himself from vomiting all over him.

"Mr. Song, I also heard that Jiang Chongyuan's teachers and classmates now know that his home has been sealed up by the court, and those criminal evidences will soon make headlines. At that time, Jiang Chongyuan will have to rely on you without reservation. Your strategy is really ingenious, unparalleled in the world!"

"do not talk."

Song Xingfei closed his eyes in despair.

Stop scolding, please stop scolding.

This is like saying to a prisoner who is waiting for the death sentence: You are really punished, congratulations, life is getting more and more judgmental!

It's a pity that his voice was too low, and it was overshadowed by the wind in his ears lightly. The man who was driving didn't hear it, but said happily:

"More than that, Mr. Song, you are really good at predicting things. Jiang Chongyuan is now being called to collect debts. Those gangsters are not vegetarians. If he refuses to rely on your big tree, he will not be given a living by those people. Eat it! Haha!"

Song Xingfei closed his eyes and turned a deaf ear to what the other party said.

Ha ha.

Destroy it.

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The road leading to the factory was very rough, with gravel and weeds lying on the side of the road. Song Xingfei was very worried that a snake would suddenly emerge from the meadow.

With every step he took, his heart sank a little.

When entering the waste workshop, Song Xingfei was almost choked to death by the dust dancing all over the sky. This factory used to be the largest textile factory in Xiyu District, because the director behind the textile factory offended the former slag Gong, and finally ended up with his family ruined and his family killed. .

When passing through a large abandoned sewing machine, a black object passed by his feet with a bang:

"Squeak-"

Song Xingfei jumped up almost instantly, and the big black man walking in front turned to look at him after hearing the voice: "President Song, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's fine..."

"Oh, Mr. Song, Jiang Chongyuan is just ahead, do you want me to go there with you?" The big man took off his sunglasses after entering the factory, revealing an honest face.

Song Xingfei hesitated for a moment: "Has Jiang Chongyuan seen you?"

Big Hei shook his head and said, "Have you forgotten? You asked me to receive some reporters that night, and they were tied up by Dajin and Xiaoshe."

Song Xingfei thought for a while and said, "... Forget it, you'd better wait for me outside."

"Good!" The big black man showed a shy expression of a macho man: "I understand!"

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry.

"..."

Song Xingfei walked around several large machines covered in dust, and finally saw the figure hidden in the ruins in the faint light of the flashlight.

Song Xingfei's heart sank suddenly, and he thought of the description in the original book with complicated emotions:

"Jiang Chongyuan's eyes were tightly closed, and he was being tied up and thrown in a corner at the end of the factory. He was curled up, as if he was about to freeze to death. Song Xingfei watched from a distance through the damp and sticky water vapor and the collapsed stone pillar. Go, Jiang Chongyuan is like an angel with bound wings, emitting a faint light in the dark abyss."

The shock of seeing this scene with my own eyes is far more than that. The young man in front of him has a sense of beauty that is on the verge of being broken, and his skin looks extremely pale against the dark background.

Jiang Chongyuan lay on his side among the ruins, revealing a graceful neck line. He frowned in pain, and his slender black eyelashes hung weakly on his eyelids.

Song Xingfei never thought that he would be so shocked by a man's appearance.

A few minutes later, Song Xingfei finally came to his senses.Because Jiang Chongyuan woke up, his wing-like eyelashes trembled twice, and his eyes were slightly moistened by the light of the flashlight. He opened his eyes and looked blankly at the bright white in front of him.

After a while, Jiang Chongyuan finally recovered his eyesight.

But when he saw the person hugging him, there was a trace of doubt and even a trace of disgust in his beautiful eyes.

Song Xingfei felt that he must have read it wrong. Jiang Chongyuan still didn't know that the original owner was a beast in clothes, so how could he show such disgust?It must be because of the bad light here.

"Song Xingfei?" Jiang Chongyuan's voice was low and hoarse, staring at Song Xingfei's face in disbelief.

Song Xingfei froze for a moment, but didn't react for a while when the other party said his name directly.After a while, Song Xingfei nodded apologetically.

Jiang Chongyuan glanced around lightly, and said hoarsely: "I remember, I seem to have been kidnapped?"

Song Xingfei was a little guilty, and just about to speak, he saw Jiang Chongyuan smiled slightly, this smile directly made Song Xingfei's heart beat out of the shackles, and he couldn't even speak.

"It was you who saved me?" Jiang Chongyuan blinked at Song Xingfei, his eyes were longer than peach petals, his pupils were light brown, and looked affectionate, his double eyelids were narrow in the front and wide in the back. Make him look very attractive.

Song Xingfei swallowed, even though there were 1000 million things in his heart that he didn't want to admit, but he couldn't fool his body's instinctive reaction.

Returning rationally, Song Xingfei said, "Is there any injury, can I go?"

"I have no strength." Jiang Chongyuan raised his eyes unhurriedly to meet Song Xingfei's eyes.His eyes are like a firefly in the dark night, and the flickering twilight reveals natural agility and pure beauty.

Song Xingfei felt a little guilty. His body did not completely retain a part of the memory from the original owner. Thinking of what Slag Gong did to Jiang Chongyuan, Song Xingfei empathized with a guilty conscience.

Jiang Chongyuan's eyes darkened, and his eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Song Xingfei sighed secretly, this kind of feeling of being blamed can easily make people physically and mentally exhausted.

Jiang Chongyuan didn't answer, but with an ambiguous smile on his lips, when Song Xingfei bent down and squatted down, he hugged Song Xingfei's neck kindly.

Jiang Chongyuan's cold finger temperature touched Song Xingfei's neck artery, and Song Xingfei could even feel that the temperature in his neck was being taken away by Jiang Chongyuan's cold body temperature little by little.

Song Xingfei handed over the lighting flashlight to Jiang Chongyuan.

Jiang Chongyuan lay on Song Xingfei's back, looking down at Song Xingfei's neck, the fragile neck was undefended in front of his eyes, and the regular beating of the arteries symbolized vigorous vital signs.

Jiang Chongyuan was finally sure that it wasn't that Song Xingfei didn't die, but that he was reborn.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help touching Song Xingfei's throat with his palm.

The moment his fingertips touched the sensitive Adam's apple, Song Xingfei shuddered uncontrollably, and Jiang Chongyuan chuckled lightly, thinking it was very funny: "What's wrong with you, young master?"

The tone of the young master's two words rose, and he called him very captivating. Song Xingfei's footsteps paused, but Jiang Chongyuan still refused to let him go, calling softly next to his earlobe: "Young master."

"Master?" Jiang Chongyuan continued to whisper in a naive and harsh tone.

"Don't make trouble, be obedient." Song Xingfei said quietly.

Jiang Chongyuan then remained silent very consciously, and gradually moved his hands away from Song Xingfei's neck.

He was afraid that he couldn't help but send Song Xingfei on the road again.

This is so interesting, Jiang Zhongyuan thought, Song Xingfei's collapsed expression and the scene of incontinence from fear when they met last time are still vivid in his memory.

But now, Song Xingfei actually appeared in front of him alive and well.

How to say this, oh, is the fate unfinished?

Song Xingfei didn't notice the burning gaze behind him, he mustered up his courage and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to take you home."

Jiang Chongyuan hid the teasing on his lips, and smiled softly: "Pick me up home? Okay."

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Song Xingfei: I am a psychiatrist with excellent professionalism, absolutely!right!Not so easy to be teased!

(Next, please see the daily routine of Dr. Song's self-strategy...)

I'm here to take you home