"Mr. Song, hello, I'm Liang Xuan. I asked Sister Abby for your phone number, thanks to you today, can I treat you to a meal and express my gratitude. ”

Song Xuran clicked on the phone, and such a text message popped up in the phone.

"Yes." He replied with two words, and then put the phone down with a cold expression.

"Then seven o'clock in the evening, will Green help himself?" Liang Xuan sent another one.

"Okay." After Song Xuran replied to the message, he switched to WeChat and sent a message to Luo Ying.

"I brought you crab roe soup dumplings, I'll bring you later, I'll have a party in the evening, I'll send you home later, and I'll leave again."

Luo Ying hugged her mobile phone, cut into it when she saw the message, and replied, "Okay, husband." ”

Song Xuran saw Luo Ying's reply, and there was a smile on his face.

After receiving Luo Ying, Luo Ying crossed her feet in the car, happily eating soup dumplings, and looked up at her husband from time to time.

"Don't spill in the car, don't look at me when you eat obediently, and today's living expenses, the housekeeper will give you, I may not come back in the evening, don't wait for me."

Song Xuran lit a cigarette, his face lingering behind the smoke, and he couldn't see clearly.

"Okay, come on, husband." Luo Ying, who has no new tasks recently, has no pressure at all in her life, and she smiles every day.

"Don't eat, go straight to the hotel, old room." Song Xuran sent a text message to Liang Xuan, and then drove out.

"Okay." Liang Xuan replied and took a taxi from Green to the Red Top Hotel.

The hotel room is dim, and even the bed in the room is covered with rose petals, but there is no charming atmosphere at all.

Song Xuran stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the traffic under him, with a cigarette between his fingers, and the cigarette butt was clearly extinguished.

After Liang Xuan took a shower, her hair was half-dry, she wore a red lace pajamas, and hugged Song Xuran from behind.

Song Xuran turned her head, brushed Liang Xuan's hair, and looked at her white and delicate face, a face that looked a little like Luo Ying, a little distracted...

This face is young enough, pure enough to meet all his requirements, but, still not.

For his illness, it was of no use at all.

"I'm sorry, Miss Liang, you can go back." The cigarette in Song Xuran's hand was extinguished, and only a piece of soot remained.

"I, if Mr. Song has any needs in the future, you can still find me." Liang Xuan pursed her lips, her delicate face full of frustration and unwillingness.

"Okay." Song Xuran pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, "Now you can go, I'll let Abby call you for the money." ”

The night was dark, Luo Ying was a little thirsty, there was no water in the water dispenser in the guest room, she got up, the heating in the room was turned on enough, she completely forgot that she was only wearing underwear, and walked into the living room with the light of the mobile phone screen.

There was no light in the living room, Luo Ying took a glass of water, pressed the mobile phone screen to the table, and drank the water.

Song Xuran came back from outside, opened the door of the living room, and turned on the light in the living room directly.

"Ahh Luo Ying's eyes were used to the dark, and the sudden turn on of the light not only frightened her, almost spilled a glass of water, but also made her squint.

She squinted for a few moments before she could see the person standing in the doorway, and the man looked at her with a look that was not right.

"What are you doing standing in the doorway?" Luo Ying put down the water glass and touched her chest, which really scared her just now.

But... Why, the touch is so wrong?