【ABO】The bodyguard of the ruthless boss is too charming

Wu Xi clenched his sleeves tightly, his eyes lowered, the man's words cut his heart like a blade.

"When we found Mr. Wu, he was cooking porridge in the restaurant," Xing Jiu said, raising the thermos bucket in his hand, "He made this specially, and apologized to the boss."

Song Yan glanced over the thermos, and finally landed on Wu Xi's face, sneered: "Heh, where did you buy it again this time? Did you spend a lot of money?"

Wu Xi pursed his lips, suddenly his wrist was grabbed, and he raised it to the front.

"Mr. Wu really didn't lie to the boss this time."

The place where the index finger was stuck to the band-aid was scorching hot when Song Yan saw it, and Wu Xi hurriedly withdrew his hand and covered it with his sleeve.

Song Yan's gaze rested on Wu Xi's injured finger for a moment, he snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "It's just a cut, what a fuss."

In the end, as Xing Jiu said, Song Yan didn't pursue the matter of the morning any more. Looking at the man sitting not far away eating porridge, Wu Xi couldn't understand more and more what Song Yan wanted from him.

Coming out of the hospital, a row of cars stopped at the door, as if afraid that others would not know.

Wu Xi pushed Song Yan to the front of the car. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a few reporters squatting beside the flower bed. Seeing Song Yan's reaction, he obviously knew about it and acquiesced to their behavior.

Don't think about it, this was also arranged by Song Yan in advance.

Wu Xi opened the door and waited for the man in black behind him to help Song Yan into the car, but after a while, none of those people responded. He looked at Song Yan suspiciously, and found that the man was staring at him for a moment. Own.

"Hurry up." Song Yan said coldly.

Song Yan is tall and tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, one size bigger than Wu Xi.

Wu Xi bent down, put the man's arm on his shoulder, supported the man's waist with the other hand, and stood up with great effort.

The smell of the man's body is in the breath, mixed with the faint fragrance of gardenia.

After helping him into the car, Wu Xi's back was covered with sticky sweat. He closed the car door and turned around.

"What are you going to do?" Song Yan frowned, his gaze fixed on Wu Xi like a nail.

Wu Xi paused, put his hands on the wheelchair, and said, "Put the wheelchair in the trunk."

"Someone will clean this up, get in the car."

"Yes."

Wu Xi walked to the side of the passenger seat, tried to pull the door, but found that the door could not be opened, and looked suspiciously at Xing Jiu in the driver's seat.

Xing Jiu avoided his sight, looked ahead, and said, "Mr. Wu, get in the car quickly."

Wu Xi pursed his lips, put down his hands, walked around to the other side, opened the rear door, and got in.

The car was driving smoothly on the road, and Wu Xi gradually became sleepy. From last night to now, he only slept for three hours.

The drowsiness was like the mountain mist pouring down from the peak to wrap him up, his body seemed to be floating in mid-air, the mist swallowed him in, spit it out and swallowed him again.

The shiny leather shoes were scattered in the hallway. After walking a few steps forward, another black suit was crumpled and collapsed on the ground.

Wu Xi knew who the owner of this suit was. At the funeral at night, that proud man was wearing this suit, and he was among a group of famous nobles.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the watery moonlight shone on the floor, giving off a blue light.

In the evening, the weather forecast said that there would be heavy rain tomorrow, and now the wind was blowing outside, and the open windows were squeaking.

Wu Xi walked to the window with bare feet, and closed the window, the noisy sound from outside was cut off immediately, and the room became quiet all of a sudden.

In this silence, there came a low voice, like the shadow of a tree falling on the glass, indistinct and ethereal.

Walking towards the direction of the sound, at the end of the corridor, the door of Wu Xun's room was ajar, with light leaking from it.

He stepped lightly and looked towards the crack of the door...

Wu Xi woke up and found that the car had stopped at some point. He subconsciously looked to the side, but Song Yan was not there.

"Are you awake?" Xing Jiu's voice came from the front, "Boss is going to see the master, and he will be back soon."

Only then did Wu Xi see the building outside the window. He had been here once, and his sister's funeral was held here.

"The boss is back." Xing Jiu said, "Go down and help."

"Ah."

Wu Xi opened the car door, just woke up, her body temperature was low, and a gust of night wind blew by, and she felt chilly.

Song Yan was sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed by a tall man in black. His face was even uglier than when he left the hospital. The dark night made his face pale as snow.

Wu Xi went up to meet him, and suddenly stopped in the middle of the walk, his eyes passed through Song Yan and fell on a handsome man not far away.

The handsome man had soft curly hair, a small ponytail tied on the back of his head, a pair of silver glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his perennially ill face was a little more bloody due to the night wind.

The man also saw Wu Xi, a flash of surprise flashed in his dark eyes, and then the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a gentle smile.

"Wu Xi!"

"Wu Xi!"

Song Yan and the man's voices sounded at the same time, and Wu Xi woke up suddenly. Song Yan in front of him had a gloomy face, dark tides surged in his dark eyes, and he clenched the armrest of the wheelchair, his knuckles bulged. He was sure that if the man could stand up, That hand is now on his neck.

"When did you come back?" Song Xin didn't seem to see Song Yan who was suppressing his anger, and strode up to Wu Xi, "I've been looking for you for the past two years, why didn't you contact me?"

Song Yan's gaze seemed to burn a hole in his face, Wu Xi lowered his eyes and said casually: "The army is too busy."

"I know, you have worked hard all these years." Song Xin's hand fell on Wu Xi's shoulder and patted it lightly.

Wu Xi felt a tinge of warmth, and said in a low voice, "Thank you Brother Xin."

"Heh." Song Yan on the side sneered with disdain, and said, "It's nothing to be able to get Brother Xin's care, is it?"

Wu Xi's face turned pale, he clenched his palms tightly, his nails embedded in the delicate flesh of his palms, the pain woke him up.

"Brother, you can't say that..."

"When did I ask you to command me?" Song Yan raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Song Xin coldly, and said to Wu Xi, "Get in the car."