I got married with a big star contract in the world of dog blood

As soon as Lu Yan's words came out, Cai Liyao stared thoughtfully at Song Xuejing's neck, and then moved to Lu Yan's face.

This man looks familiar.

Song Yinan's expression froze. After a while, he realized that his face turned purple instantly. He forgot that his hands were still restrained by Lu Yan, and wanted to beat Song Xuejing: "Kill you, you unworthy thing!"

Just as Song Yinan moved his feet, Lu Yanyang flicked his hand. Song Yinan took a few steps back, and hit the wall with his back, making a dull sound.

Song Yinan didn't even have time to breathe out the pain, he squatted down with his back arched, several blue veins popped out on his forehead, and he was sweating profusely.

Cai Liyao yelled and rushed forward: "My husband, are you okay!"

Cai Liyao cried on purpose: "Xiao Jing, I never ask about you and I dare not ask, but your father is your own father! How could your boyfriend—friend do anything to him?"

Song Yinan cursed: "I don't have such a shameless son like him!"

Lu Yan said lightly: "Then get out of here."

Song Yinan trembled with anger: "You—"

There was the sound of motorcycles parking outside the building, someone was coming, Song Yinan immediately shut up, he supported Cai Liyao to stand up, glared at Lu Yan, did not look at Song Xuejing again, endured the pain, turned around and walked quickly.

The rider hurried into the building with two big bags of takeaway, and two people came towards him. He quickly avoided and ran to 101 nimbly.

The door of 101 was open, and the rider saw a plastic bag in Lu Yan's hand, and handed it to him directly: "Is the tail number 2121?"

Lu Yan took it.

The rider was busy delivering the next order, turned around and ran outside.

Running to the parking lot, the rider just got on the motorcycle when he suddenly raised his eyes to look at the corridor.

Alas.

That person just now...

The rider tilted his head and glanced at the spokesperson's photo on the body.

It looks like Lu Yanchang!

At the same time, Lu Yan stared at the two bags of fried food, his eyelids twitched.

Bleeding and eating fried food?

At this time, a small voice was speaking, and Lu Yan bent over to Song Xuejing.

Song Xuejing plucked up the courage and just opened his mouth, but Lu Yan leaned over unexpectedly, and was scared back when he left the words.

Looking at those eyes that were so frightened that he didn't know whether to blink or not, Lu Yan couldn't help being happy: "You're so timid."

"..." Song Xuejing tightened her trousers.

Lu Yan stood up straight: "If you can hear clearly, you won't get close."

Song Xuejing grabbed the seam of her trousers with all her strength, and her voice was a little louder: "My man is not your... wife."

This shameful sentence exhausted Song Xuejing's face, and he grabbed the loose cotton home pants tightly to the thigh.

Lu Yan's expression remained unchanged: "It's okay to call you husband."

"No, no." The meaning was misinterpreted, Song Xuejing lowered her head, "I...I...I didn't..."

Song Xuejing couldn't continue, and the more he said, the more wrong he was, it's better not to say it, he pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand towards the takeaway: "Thank you."

Lu Yan handed Song Xuejing the plastic bag in the other hand, relying on his long legs, passed Song Xuejing and walked into the house.

After stepping in, Lu Yan fell silent.

The room was indescribably messy.

In broad daylight, the curtains are all drawn tightly, all the lights are on, and there is no TV in the living room, and there are three large glass cabinets.

The doors of the three glass cabinets are all wide open, filled with dessert cakes, potato chips, and Coke Sprite.

There are all kinds of pens thrown on the coffee table, and there are still unopened erasers, only the erasers from the plastic package are torn off, one corner of the eraser is used, half of the eraser is used, and erasers the size of rice grains are all over the floor It is a draft paper full of calculation formulas, and there is almost no place to step down.

At Lu Yan's feet, there was another sock, a beige boat sock with an Ultraman printed on the heel.

Song Xuejing was also very silent.

He looked at the hemostatic medicine, detumescence medicine, and painkiller in the bag, and his face turned pale and red.

Blood... stained the cushion...

He almost bit his lip, and managed to squeeze out a few words: "How much is the cushion? I will pay for it."

Lu Yan didn't answer him, took off his shoes to avoid the draft paper, looked around, and went straight into the kitchen.

Song Xuejing looked up when he heard the movement, and saw Lu Yan entered the kitchen, so he quickly followed with the ointment.

At the door of the kitchen, Song Xuejing quietly looked in, seeing Lu Yan open the refrigerator, his eyes were full of doubts.

What exactly is Lu Yan going to do?

At this moment, Lu Yan closed the refrigerator and turned towards Song Xuejing.

Song Xuejing quickly backed away, the plastic bag creaking with her fingers clenched, Song Xuejing lowered her head, her nerves tensed.

Lu Yan's feet soon appeared in his field of vision.

Lu Yan stopped in front of Song Xuejing without making a sound, and the faint mint smell hit Song Xuejing's brain membrane bit by bit.

We must solve it as soon as possible, and don't let the dog's blood ferment!

Song Xuejing closed his eyes and took a deep breath for two seconds. He finally raised his head and looked directly into Lu Yan's eyes: "I entered the wrong room. I am willing to bear any compensation except marriage."

Lu Yan looked at Song Xuejing with no emotion in his light-colored pupils.

Song Xuejing resisted not avoiding it, her lips moved slightly: "The man I met in the elevator, I remember his appearance, if you don't look for me anymore, I can help you find him."

Lu Yan opened his mouth, but asked another question: "Is it taboo?"

Song Xuejing shook her head inertially.

Lu Yan walked out: "Lock the door, it's not that I don't open it."

Song Xuejing stared at the takeaway that Lu Yan had been carrying, and said weakly, "The takeaway is me..."

Lu Yan closed the door and left.

Song Xuejing rubbed her stomach and whispered the rest of the words: "Yes."

-

Song Xuejing guessed that Lu Yan was going to buy him food.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yan bought back a bag of rice, a bag of vegetables and meat, and a bag of fruit.

The two bags of takeaway are gone.

Song Xuejing didn't want to talk too much with Lu Yan, but the tempting aroma kept wafting from the kitchen.

Soon, a bowl of steaming chicken breast and pumpkin rice porridge, a dish of fried mustard shreds, and a dish of fermented bean curd and spinach stems were placed on the table one by one.

Song Xuejing pinched the hand that was about to grab the chopsticks, lowered her head and said, "I won't marry you in a fake way." In case Lu Yan deliberately misinterpreted him again, he increased his volume, "Not...not really married yet."

Lu Yan took off the apron: "Half a month. If you still persist after half a month, I won't look for you again."

Song Xuejing immediately wanted to go back to him. He could be sure that he would insist now, and when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Since Lu Yan put forward the conditions, he should not refute them. If Lu Yan changes his mind, it will not be worth the loss.

Anyway, half a month is not long, and it will pass soon.

Song Xue nodded.

After talking about the most difficult issue, Song Xuejing began to think about how to tactfully let Lu Yan leave. Before he could think of it, Lu Yan left on his own initiative.

Staring at the door closing, Song Xuejing finally relaxed, his eyes quickly turned to the table, and he couldn't wait to pick up the porridge and pick up the chopsticks.

After wolfing it down, Song Xuejing picked up the last hollow stem, and carefully scraped the clean bowl in all directions before putting it in his mouth.

Song Xuejing thought dejectedly.

Lu Yan cooks, it's delicious.

-

In the first few days, Song Xuejing received several silent calls, but Song Xuejing didn't care.

Until one day in the middle of the night, a hysterical curse came from the phone: "Go to hell!"

"You are not worthy of Lu Yan!"

"You die early!"

"Steal other people's husbands! You will die!"

……

The phone rang all night, and Song Xuejing turned it off the next day.

There are still six days left before half a month, and it will be fine for another six days.

Song Xuejing thought.

Two days later, Professor Yang Yihu suddenly called the institute, and after talking about the data with Song Xuejing, he raised his mouth: "The phone is broken again? Change to a smart phone. I can finally contact the outside world and call you twice. It didn't work."

Song Xuejing turned on the phone quickly.

As soon as I turned it on, countless missed calls and text messages popped up.

Among the unreadable words, Song Xuejing found two missed records of Lin Youzhuo.

One is the night before, and the other is last night.

Song Xuejing immediately called back, but there was a cold mechanical voice in the receiver: "Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off, please wait..."

Song Xuejing hung up the phone in frustration.

Not long after, the phone rang loudly, and Song Xuejing was hopeful again, looking expectantly at the incoming call.

But disappointed.

It wasn't Lin Youzhuo, it was an unknown number.

90.00% nine are harassing calls, Song Xuejing did not answer.

Just thinking that Lin Youzhuo might contact him again, Song Xuejing didn't turn off the phone again, set Lin Youzhuo's only ringtone for incoming calls, and muted everything else, put on a white coat, put the phone in his pocket, and took the notebook to experiment room.

……

Song Xuejing was in charge of this experiment, and Shan Gu was in charge.

When Song Xuejing arrived at the laboratory, Shan Gu was already busy. When Song Xuejing came, Shan Gu greeted him in a normal way, and went back to busying himself with his own affairs.

The laboratory was very quiet, Song Xuejing devoted himself to it, and when the data was recorded, it was already dark outside the window.

Song Xuejing raised his wrist to check the time, it was 22:50.

Song Xuejing closed the notebook, got up and just turned around, but saw that Shan Gu was still standing not far from him, looking at him deeply.

Song Xuejing lowered her head, walked out quickly with a notebook in hand.

Bang.

Shan Gu stepped forward a few steps, and closed the laboratory door with a slap.

"Axue." Shan Gu stared at Song Xuejing earnestly, "You are not dating that star, are you?"

Song Xuejing reached out to open the door, Shan Gu quickly grabbed his hand: "Axue..."

The back of Song Xuejing's hand was covered with dense goosebumps, he tried to withdraw his hand, but Shan Gu grabbed it tightly, he gritted his teeth: "You let that star hug you, let him kiss you, I just touch your hand, you..."

Song Xuejing hadn't eaten for a day, and now his stomach was filled with sour water. He was weak, so he could only use his notebook to knock on Shangu: "Let go, I want to vomit."

Shan Gu didn't speak, he stared at Song Xuejing's neck.

The white woven lamp falls on the snow-white skin, the upper edge of the cartilage on the outside of the neck, and the light blue blood vessels are looming. Against the background of the white coat, there is a kind of cold beauty of metal.

When Shan Gu thought of the hickey on Song Xuejing's neck that day, he was jealous and envious.

He moved his eyes up, stared at Song Xuejing's lips, and approached like a maniac: "Axue, you are so beautiful."

Song Xuejing was trembling with nausea, his face turned pale, and he kicked Shan Gu with both hands and feet: "Go away!"

Shan Gu easily grasped both of Song Xuejing's hands with one hand. He was tall and strode to press Song Xuejing against the door. So he wanted to forcefully kiss Song Xuejing.

Song Xuejing knew that he couldn't break free with his strength, when Shan Gu was about to kiss him, he turned his head and bit Shan Gu's hand on his shoulder.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps approaching, and the guard shouted outside: "Master Song, are you still in the laboratory? Someone is looking for you."

Song Xuejing's pupils dilated, and the volume was louder than ever before: "Yes!"

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