Chapter 168: Is Your Family Closed?

Song Sheng originally took a taxi to go to the hospital, but later received a call from Eno.

"I'm going straight home?" Song Sheng frowned, "I'd better go and guard it......"

"You can't go home, just find a place to rest, there are no empty beds in the hospital." After a pause, Jiang Ye said again: "You can find a place to solve it, and come to the hospital in the morning." ”

Song Sheng: "......" is so ruthless.

"Okay, then remember to call me if you have something."

"Hmm." Eno didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

Song Sheng put away his mobile phone and asked the driver to change his address.

It's not that he doesn't have no brains, he really can't go back to this house today, after all, Jiang Ye and Jiang Ran are not at home tonight, saying that the three of them can't go back tonight when they play outside, if he goes back by himself and leaves these two people outside, Uncle Jiang will definitely think about it.

It's not easy to explain when you ask.

Uncle Jiang will definitely not believe it if he says that the two of them are not going to do bad things, but if he tells the truth and says that Jiang Ran was drugged, then the problem will be even more serious.

Uncle Jiang spoils Jiang Ran so much, maybe he will beat him up when the time comes.

After all...... He's also a murderer.

Song Sheng has lived for so many years, although he has heard of it, but he really didn't expect that someone really calculated on him.

Thinking of the woman's words half an hour ago, Song Sheng became angry.

said that she liked it, high-sounding, as if she was the one who was bullied, but in fact, her practices were really insulting to the word 'like'.

As a prospective lawyer, Song Sheng was unhappy at that time, pulled the woman to sit on the sofa, and gave her twenty minutes of criminal law popularization.

The hotel arrived quickly, Song Sheng scanned the code to pay, pushed the door and got off.

In fact, Song Sheng had a hotel at home, but he was afraid that someone would tell his parents, so he had to go to the hotel of his rival. After all, this hotel is second only to theirs.

There's no way, he can't look down on the rest.

"Yo, isn't this Young Master Song, a rare guest." As soon as Wen Le came out of the elevator, she saw the figure at the front desk, and she recognized it when she turned sideways.

Hearing this voice, Song Sheng was in a worse mood.

The girl next to her looked very casually, with a towel on her head, probably just washed her hair. He wore a down jacket on the outside, and on the inside it seemed to be a set of cartoon pajamas, with a pair of snow boots on his feet. The facial features are also not powdered, and the real plain makeup, although it is not amazing, it can be seen that it is also a beauty embryo.

Song Sheng has been following Jiang Ran since he was a child, and he is used to seeing Jiang Ran's exquisite style of putting on makeup when he goes out to walk the dog.

He squeezed out a smile and said in a perfunctory tone: "Xiao Wen is always good." ”

Wen Le patted his chest, looking comfortable: "Tut-tut, this Wen always screams so nicely, come again, quickly." ”

Song Sheng resisted the urge to roll his eyes, accepted a smile and turned around to take the room card handed by the front desk.

The Song family and the Wen family do not have much intersection, but the enterprises of the Song family and the enterprises of the Wen family have always intersected.

Don't look at the two families who usually see each other in business, there will be no less, but they are all just pretentious, I don't want to make too ugly trouble on the surface, but in fact, the two families are incompatible in private.

Competitors.

Song Sheng and Wen Le know each other, but they don't know each other. Because it is said that Wen Le studied abroad, he rarely had time to return to Kyoto throughout the year, and there were not many opportunities for the two to get in touch.

In the face of his love, Wen Le was not angry, leaned to the side, hugged his arms to block his way, and asked sincerely: "Is Young Master Song's hotel closed?" ”