Scum attack, he wants to change his mind

Jiang Chongyuan did not catch up again.

Song Xingfei's eyes hurt from the cold wind, he wiped the unknown liquid on his face with the back of his hand carelessly, walked out of the long alley and stopped a taxi.

The driver was stunned when he saw Song Xingfei's scary eyes, and asked, "Where are you going, sir?"

Song Xingfei closed his eyes, turned his head out of the car window, and gave an address.

The bustling street scene behind him was reflected in the rearview mirror. Among the bustling figures, Song Xingfei didn't want to admit that he still saw the black figure at first glance.

Jiang Chongyuan didn't make any movements, nor did he have any expression on his face, he just watched the rear of the car go away calmly.

Song Xingfei wanted to tear up Jiang Chongyuan's rich expressions and those disguised eager eyes in his memory. He wished that he would lose his memory, as if everything in the past was just Song Xingfei's wishful thinking. The teenager overlapped with the figure behind him.

It's over, it's over.

The housekeeper was a little surprised when he saw the figure appearing at the gate. Song Xingfei hadn't been back for a long time, and he suddenly appeared on such a night with abnormal weather. His eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, his pale complexion and pale lips made Song Xingfei look Like an oil painting that has been splashed with cold water, but also like a delicate doll that is about to break.

Old Zhou didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he hurriedly asked his servant to turn on the hot water, turned around and said to Song Xingfei, "Master, quickly change the wet clothes, the weather is really fickle, don't catch a cold."

Song Xingfei hummed hoarsely, and when Su Yunshi raised his head, he just heard the voice coming down the spiral staircase.

"elder brother!"

Su Yunshi was also startled when he saw Song Xingfei's appearance. He stopped and ran down in a hurry, the plush slippers making a clattering sound.

He wiped the bangs on Song Xingfei's forehead that were wet by rain and snow with a clean tissue, his eyes were full of distress: "Brother, what's wrong with you? How did you make it like this, isn't it..."

Before Su Yunshi could say the three-character name, his first reaction was that Song Xingfei must have been bullied by that person.

Lao Zhou was startled, and quickly interrupted: "Master Yunshi, let the young master take a bath first, it's very cold, it's good to be frozen."

Song Xingfei tried his best to pretend that the clouds were calm, but he didn't know that the more silent he was, the less likely he looked to be safe and sound.

Su Yunshi blinked blankly, and immediately pushed Song Xingfei upstairs after realizing it: "Brother, you go take a bath first, your body is important."

……

Jiang Chongyuan was right, Song Xingfei still had traces left by Jiang Chongyuan on his body.

Those ambiguous and obscene marks can't be washed off at this moment no matter what.

The skin was flushed and painful, as if a layer of flesh was about to be peeled off.

The smell of shower gel and shampoo was embedded in certain memories, and it became very similar to that person. The cold woody fragrance lingered in the bathroom, and the steaming heat enveloped Song Xingfei's body. Song Xingfei could see that icy face as soon as he closed his eyes. Those piercing voices echoed in my ears.

Why can't he get rid of that person's breath even though he has already returned home!

Song Xingfei clenched his teeth, and threw the shampoo and shower gel into the trash can as if venting his anger. The angry bottle made a crisp sound, as if he was looking at Song Xingfei innocently.

Everything related to Jiang Chongyuan turned into a scourge, Song Xingfei wiped the water droplets on his face vigorously with a towel, put on a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.

Su Yunshi knocked on the door and whispered: "Brother, have you finished washing? Can I come in?"

Song Xingfei tied the belt around his waist, sat by the bed and said, "Come in."

As soon as the words came out, even Song Xingfei was taken aback, his voice was hoarse like a desert mixed with gravel, and he betrayed himself ruthlessly.

Su Yunshi opened the door and came in, carefully holding a cup of steaming milk in his hand, looked up at Song Xingfei and said, "Brother, drink it while it's hot, it's good to warm your hands."

Song Xingfei rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty, trying to make his voice sound normal: "Let's put that down first, I'm not cold."

Su Yunshi didn't insist, he always listened to Song Xingfei, put the hot milk on the bedside cabinet, and asked tentatively, "Can I sit here?"

Song Xingfei nodded: "Sit down."

"Brother, how long will you stay when you come back this time?" Su Yunshi's eyes were full of anticipation.

Song Xingfei was silent for a moment, and said firmly: "It's been a long time, I won't be leaving again."

Su Yunshi's expression changed quickly. Hearing what Song Xingfei said, he immediately said happily: "That's great! Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Is there anything unaccustomed to living here?" Song Xingfei looked at him and asked.

"No, I'm not used to it. Brother, it's very good here!" Su Yunshi quickly replied, after finishing speaking, he carefully observed Song Xingfei's expression, and asked after a long while: "Brother, are you arguing with Jiang...Master Jiang?" gone?"

Song Xingfei thought he could act calm enough, but he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart when he heard that word. The strong fortress he forcibly built fell short, and his expression had already betrayed his heart.

Su Yunshi probably understood at a glance, it was probably more serious than a quarrel.

Song Xingfei didn't know how to answer, but fortunately Su Yunshi said first: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. Anyway, no matter what happens, I will always be by my side!"

Song Xingfei smiled wryly, the corner of his mouth curled up in an extremely far-fetched arc, and said in a low voice, "Good boy."

-

Three days later.

Song Xingfei put the reissued calling card into the new mobile phone. He sat at the dining table, and the breakfast in front of him remained motionless.

Lao Zhou looked impatient, but he had tried various methods to persuade Song Xingfei to eat something these days, and asked the kitchen to cook various cuisines in different ways, but Song Xingfei still didn't seem to feel hungry.

"Master, the police have called back. Now the suspect has been locked down. It won't be long before he can be arrested and brought to justice. What you lost will be found soon."

Song Xingfei lowered his eyes, his black eyelashes cast a faint shadow, he didn't know if he didn't hear it, or he didn't care at all.

"I'm done eating."

After speaking, Song Xingfei went upstairs.

Lao Zhou walked around in a hurry, walked to Song Xingfei's eating place, glanced at the untouched porridge and soup breakfast, and couldn't help saying: "This is still a mouthful, hey, people are iron rice or steel, even No matter how indestructible the King Kong body is, it can't resist being ruined like this!"

After returning to the room, Song Xingfei fell asleep again.

At dinner time, Song Xingfei went downstairs to "eat" as usual, but the food in front of him remained unchanged.

Everyone knew that Song Xingfei was just trying to pretend that he was fine, but the more he did this, the more worrying he was.

"Master, you just drank two mouthfuls of soup, eat more. If it doesn't suit your taste, ask the kitchen to make another one. Your body won't be able to bear it if you continue like this."

"I don't have much appetite, so I eat less." Song Xingfei went downstairs and sat at the dining table just to avoid embarrassing Lao Zhou. He knew that Gong Xin would often call Lao Zhou to ask him about his recent situation.

Lao Zhou watched the young master grow from a thin boy to a man of indomitable spirit. He had never seen him so lost. He thought that the young master had a conflict with that kid from the Jiang family. Caused the whole person to wilt.

Old Zhou Yu couldn't bear it, but as an outsider, he couldn't persuade him, so he could only watch Song Xingfei go back upstairs with a sad face.

Until around seven o'clock in the evening, an unfamiliar phone number called.

Song Xingfei was awakened by the phone call, he was taken aback, and after a moment of hesitation, he still answered.

The other party's voice was very familiar, it was Lu Yuming.

Lu Yuming still said in a gentlemanly manner: "Mr. Song, long time no see. If I disturbed you, I apologize first."

Song Xingfei just woke up, his voice was still a little hoarse, and he responded lightly: "Don't call me Mr. Song, what can you do with me? Is there anything wrong with the company's handover procedures?"

Lu Yuming smiled: "How could it be, Mr. Song is as careful as a hair, and handled everything in an orderly manner before leaving..."

"What's the matter with you? I'll hang up if it's okay."

Song Xingfei didn't want to hear Lu Yuming's nonsense.

He didn't even want to hear Lu Yuming speak.

Lu Yuming wasn't angry when he was interrupted, let alone embarrassed, as if he had expected Song Xingfei's attitude a long time ago, and said:

"President Song left in a hurry last time, and some things still left with President Jiang."

Song Xingfei knew what he was going to say. He did have some luggage left at Jiang Chongyuan's house, and the documents and items sorted out in the office were sent to Jiang Chongyuan's house nearby.

Song Xingfei said lightly:

"Let him throw it away."

"I'm afraid...it's not appropriate. Mr. Jiang can't contact you. He said that there may be some misunderstanding between you, so you blocked him temporarily...He thinks there is no need to make such a deadlock between you two.

In addition, President Jiang's schedule is relatively busy. He was on a business trip the day before yesterday and he will not be back until tomorrow.Just leave the key in his study before he asks you to leave. "

Song Xingfei slightly exerted force on the hand holding the phone, but couldn't make any sound for a while.

He didn't want the other party to notice his emotions, so he hung up the phone.

The darkness seemed endless, and Song Xingfei couldn't see the dawn for a long time.

……Right.

There was no need for Jiang Chongyuan to pretend to be a good person in front of him. Once that layer of perfect human skin peeled off, there would be nowhere to hide his cold-blooded nature.

What Lu Yuming said was right, Song Xingfei also had the key to Jiang Chongyuan's house, and it was right to return the original.

His own things should also be taken away. Jiang Chongyuan issued an order to evict the guests, and he didn't want to see Song Xingfei's things. This meant that he couldn't wait to tell Song Xingfei to leave.

Song Xingfei hung up the phone, but his posture did not change for a long time. He only felt that his blood was getting cold and his limbs were gradually numb.

It turns out that disheartened is not just four words, but a water pump that sucks away the soul, silently turning him into a dying body.

The curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could penetrate. Except when going downstairs, Song Xingfei could not feel the alternation of day and night, nor could he feel hungry. He only felt sleepy, and there was a long and piercing cold.

In the dark room, only a little bit of light radiated from the mobile phone screen, shining on Song Xingfei's moist eyelids, he had to muster up a lot of courage to dare to step into that house again.

Song Xingfei kept taking deep breaths, and he told himself that this was the last time.

When Song Xingfei went downstairs, he had already sorted out his image, and he walked down the stairs calmly as if nothing had happened.

Only through careful observation would one find that Song Xingfei's steps down the stairs were a little slow, and even his hands on the escalator were trembling slightly.

When Lao Zhou saw Song Xingfei going downstairs, he thought that Song Xingfei had figured it out and wanted to eat. Just as he was about to ask the servant to heat up the food on the table, he heard Song Xingfei's voice from the stairs:

"I'm going out."

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