Uncle Bai drove the car to the underground garage of a district.

"What is this place?" I asked curiously.

"My home." Song Cheng was silent for two seconds before he spoke.

He got out of the car and went around to me again and opened the door for me.

I raised my leg to get out of the car, but he waved his hand at me: "I'll come." Then he picked me up.

"Lao Bai, you go back first." He said hello to Uncle Bai, carried me into the elevator, and pressed a number.

I moved my arm a little uncomfortably, and I didn't find the words, "You...... Don't live in the water and clouds? ”

It is a villa area, the environment is good, and there are many servants of the Song family.

As for this district, it is obviously much worse than there.

I just found out in the garage that although the sanitation is relatively clean, but looking at the color of the walls, it should be some years old, unlike the newly developed area.

Song Cheng didn't answer my question directly, just squinted his eyes, stared at me and asked, "Why are you so interested in my business?" ”

I immediately shut up, feeling like I was really full and had nothing to do.

Song Cheng opened the security door and carried me in and put me on the sofa.

I looked at the décor in the living room, it was all new, and compared with the outside environment, it seemed to be in a different dimension.

The home is well furnished and cleaned. But it seems that he should have called the part-time worker to come and do it.

"What do you want to eat at noon?" Song Cheng estimated that it was hot, so he took off his shirt in front of me and threw it directly on the sofa.

I looked away uncomfortably, not wanting to see his **, especially his neat eight-pack abs.

Every time I see the toned muscles, my heart starts to beat.

"What do you want to eat at noon?" He asked me.

"Whatever," I didn't come up for a while, "just light up anyway." ”

Listening to my lightness, Song Cheng threw his phone on the sofa and frowned: "Then it's not out of the order." ”

I looked at him with a troubled look on his face, and said speechlessly, "You don't want to do it yourself, do you?" ”

Song Cheng didn't say anything, turned his head and went to the kitchen.

I couldn't help but be amazed, it seemed that he really wanted to do it himself.

It's just that a person like him has ever been in the kitchen in his life? I'm really afraid that I won't be able to eat what he burns.

"Otherwise, you'd better get out of the way." I shouted to the kitchen.

"You don't talk nonsense." Song Cheng interrupted me unceremoniously.

I saw that he was so stubborn, so I simply stopped opening my mouth. Anyway, the food is not delicious, and it is not me who is being ridiculed.

I sat bored on the couch and pulled out the remote control to watch TV for a while, and I found it very boring.

After a while, there was a ping-pong sound in the kitchen, as if it was chopping something, and my skull was about to explode.

Suddenly, my eyes caught a glimpse of my phone on the couch, and a flash of inspiration flashed through my mind.

"Song Shao," I grabbed my phone, slowly walked towards the kitchen door, leaned on the transparent glass door and asked him, "You unlock it, I'll call Wenwen." ”

Generally, there are no special circumstances, I go home every night, there was such a big thing yesterday, and it was at the door of Shui Yunsong, I guess she has heard the news.

If she doesn't report her safety now, she will probably die in a hurry.

Song Cheng turned around, his hands were still wet, and he wiped it on the rag casually.

I saw him standing in front of the cooking table with his upper body naked and a knife in one hand, and suddenly I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Cheng's face darkened, and he shouted, "What are you laughing at?" ”

I quickly stifled my laughter and handed him my phone.

Song Cheng handed me the phone after unlocking it, and I quickly dialed Wenwen's mobile phone number and slowly retreated to the living room.

As soon as Wenwen received my call, she immediately cried, and she was almost scared.

I hurriedly comforted her and told her that I was with Song Cheng now and there was no danger, and she was relieved.

Then he said indignantly: "Did Sister Chun do it?" That slut, I can't spare her! ”

I heard that her voice was wrong, and hurriedly persuaded: "Now that the matter has not been clarified, don't trouble her, her heart will be beaten by her." ”

If the person who stabbed me didn't catch it, everything was not to be discussed, even if it was asked in front of Sister Chun, she couldn't admit it.

Wenwen talked to me for a while before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

I glanced over at the location of the kitchen, the glass door was closed, and the sound inside was cut off, as was the sound outside

It's not easy to get out.

I opened Song Cheng's address book with a weak heart, and hurriedly searched for it, but I really found Feng Ruobai's name.

He was in a hurry from the Feng family just now, and before he even had time to thank him, he was hugged out by Song Cheng.

Feng Ruobai's face was so ugly just now, and he didn't know what was going on now.

I stood up, tiptoed my feet to the bathroom, and pressed his number.

After a few rings, the phone was answered, and Feng Ruobai asked in a very calm tone, "What did you do to her?" ”

As soon as I heard his first sentence ask about my situation, a wave of emotion suddenly swelled in my chest, and I quickly lowered my voice and said, "It's me." ”

"Right Yi?" There was a moment of surprise on the other side of the phone, and then the voice softened, "Are you okay?" ”

I nodded hurriedly, and then thought that he couldn't see my movements at all, so I had to say, "I'm fine." Thank you for the previous things. And Song Cheng, he has a bad temper, I apologize to you, you ......"

"When will you need to apologize for me?" Before I finished speaking, Song Cheng's cold voice suddenly sounded in my ears, which startled me, and even my soul was about to fly.

I stared at Song Cheng with a kitchen knife in my hand with wide eyes, my hands and feet were cold with fear, and I stumbled in my mouth and said, "Song ...... Song Shao......"

His eyes unconsciously swept over the kitchen knife and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva in embarrassment.

Song Cheng glanced at me coldly, snatched the mobile phone in my hand, put it to his ear and said stiffly, "Hey." ”

"Hmph, you need to take care of it?"

"What are you?"

"You're going to worry about her turn?"

I don't know what Feng Ruobai said, in short, Song Cheng was mocking almost every word, and he was still full of energy, and he didn't have the slightest idea of hanging up the phone.

I looked at him with trepidation, for fear that he would say something embarrassing.

I looked at him pitifully and wanted to grab his sleeve, but he didn't wear a shirt, so I had no choice but to grab his pants, pull it twice, and begged softly: "Song Shao, forget it, don't quarrel......"

Song Cheng raised his eyebrows, and the hand holding the knife suddenly reached over, put his arm around my shoulder, and threw me into his arms.

I was scared when I saw him hold up his phone to us, "click", as if he had taken a picture.

"Let you enjoy it." He snorted, "What do you know about a. ”

He hung up the phone.

I was dumbfounded, I couldn't believe he would do such a brain-dead act.

After hanging up the phone, Song Cheng suddenly let go of his hand, and the corners of his lips hooked up a dangerous arc.

My scalp suddenly went numb, and I subconsciously stepped back, only to realize that there was a sink behind me, and there was no way to hide.

He squinted at me for a few seconds, gritted his teeth and said, "Shen Youyi, you are so bold that you dare to use my mobile phone to call other men." ”

"I ...... I just wanted to tell him that I was okay now and that he didn't have to worry. ”

"Do you have anything to do with him?" Song Cheng snorted disdainfully, "Don't forget, you are taking my salary, and you are my **, and you have a dime to do with him Feng Ruobai?" What does he have to worry about? ”

I was instantly dumbfounded by him, I couldn't even think of a rebuttal, my mind was full of mush, and I could only stare at him with wide eyes.

Song Cheng didn't know what he was thinking, threw the kitchen knife on the table of the sink, carried me back to the sofa, turned on the TV, chose a cartoon, and said stiffly: "You sit honestly for me, and you are not allowed to go anywhere." ”

I sat on the couch in a daze, feeling a little blindfolded.

He ran back to the bathroom, took out his kitchen knife, and went back into the kitchen.

I was half lying on the sofa numbly, looking at Xiong Da Xiong Er and the bald head on TV chasing after me, and instantly felt that I had a ridiculous dream.

It wasn't until Song Cheng called me to eat that I woke up from this dream and rubbed my eyes sleepily.

Because I was injured and couldn't move, he simply brought all the food to the coffee table.

I stuffed two chopsticks into my mouth, but I didn't have much appetite and chewed slowly.

"How's it taste?" Song Cheng tasted the taste and looked up at me.

"Huh?" Before I could react, I looked at him blankly, and then quickly nodded, "Very good, not bad." ”

His face suddenly showed a little disappointment, and he put his chopsticks on the coffee table heavily, making a "click" sound.

I froze for a moment, feeling that he was a little angry again, and pursed his lips and didn't dare to speak.

"Shen Youyi," he looked into my eyes and said negatively, "Where did your brain fly when you stayed with me?" ”

"I didn't." I quickly retorted, and when I looked down, I found that the dish just now was not stuffed into my mouth at all, and it completely fell on the table in front of me.

Song Cheng's face darkened, and I was even more embarrassed, and the two of them didn't speak for a while.

I was afraid that I would really make him angry, so I quickly picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of pork rib soup.

The pork rib soup was very hot, my mouth was numb, I didn't dare to spit it out, and I swallowed the hot stuff directly into my stomach, and even sweat beads appeared on my head.

"Yes, the soup is delicious." I glanced at Song Cheng wistfully, and found that his face showed no signs of improvement.

He was so difficult to serve that I couldn't help but be discouraged.

I put the spoon back and sighed helplessly, only to feel physically and mentally exhausted, and said tiredly: "Song Shao, you are twenty-five years old, not fifteen, and you can't always expect others to coax you." ”

Song Cheng's eyelids were raised, and his thin lips were pursed into a line, this time he was really angry.

I simply broke the jar and sighed, "Moreover, you make the people who coax you feel tired." ”

His whole face sank now, and his eyes were shooting at me.