Tender trapping

Chapter 13

Feng Shenghao held the phone between his hands, and complained to the receiver in front of the sink, complaining that Wu Yong not only looks like a pig, but also has a pig's brain: "The rent is worth 20% of the shares, he really dares to think... this kind of idiot , you don’t have any brains at all, if you want me to say that you don’t need to test at all... Oh, I remembered, this is actually a fake business, isn’t it?”

The latter sentence was purely teasing, Feng Shenghao raised his eyebrows, and took out two pieces of paper to wipe his hands.

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, Feng Shenghao showed a smirk: "Okay, I'll help you look after it, well, I'll go out and have a look when it's almost time, don't..."

He walked out while talking, but suddenly saw the commotion surrounding booth No. 7.

"Fuck, why the hell did you see blood?!" Feng Shenghao exclaimed, hung up the phone and rushed up.

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The first feeling when the palm was pressed on the ground was that it was cold. It wasn't until the bartender next to him cried out that Ran Xu realized that his palm had been stained red with blood.

He stared at his right hand, unable to recover for a long time.

The surroundings were already in chaos, Feng Shenghao pushed away the crowd, ignoring his decent trousers, he half-knelt on the ground and looked at Ran Xu, panicked: "How are you?" Feng Shenghao was so angry that his teeth itched when he thought that Wu could really make people see blood.

The manager had already led the security guards to separate Wu Yong and Ran Xu, bowing his head and persuading Wu Yong not to care about Ran Xu, so there are so many men and women to choose another one.

Wu Yong snorted coldly, and the flesh on his neck also trembled three times: "Who cares about such a lame guy, if he doesn't know how to praise, I would be worthy to take my anger out on him?"

The people around should say yes, saying Mr. Wu, you have a lot of adults, so don't bother with a cripple.

Those words were so harsh that even Feng Shenghao, who has always had no conscience, couldn't help frowning. He helped Ran Xu aside: "Your hand, you'd better go and bandage it, it's a pretty hand. Don't leave scars."

Ran Xu couldn't listen, he silently dragged his legs to the staff locker room, grabbed his schoolbag and walked out without saying a word.

He wanted to run, to rush into the cold winter night, to ease the anger that was burning in his chest.

But he couldn't run.

The moment he walked out of the minority gate, Ran Xu bumped into a figure walking in with his arms full.

He was in a bad mood, he whispered sorry and was about to walk away, but the man grabbed his wrist.The familiar woody fragrance floated in the air, the smell was not too strong, but it was very outstanding. Ran Xu thought of that person almost instantly, and he was stunned.

With his head down, he could see a pair of leather shoes, above which were Zhuo Wenlang's slender legs wrapped under his trousers. Ran Xu raised his head to meet his gaze, and his mind went blank for a moment.

The anger that was still burning in his chest just now was like being poured a bowl of water, and the charcoal fire was extinguished, leaving only a wisp of dispensable smoke.

Zhuo Wenlang's expression was no more natural than his, and the man's face was clearly flustered: "Xiao Xu, what's wrong with your hand?" He asked while looking down.

There was a small puddle of blood on the marble floor. It seemed that because of Ran Xu's hanging hand, the blood dripped down his fingers.

"I..." Ran Xu subconsciously wanted to hide his hands. He felt that if Zhuo Wenlang saw these things, his eyes would be dirty.

Regardless of his avoidance, Zhuo Wenlang directly clasped Ran Xu's wrist and raised his hand into the air. There was so much blood that it was in a paste, it was hard to see the real condition of the wound.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you to the hospital." His tone left no room for Ran Xu to refuse.

It wasn't until he got into Zhuo Wenlang's car that Ran Xu recovered from the sense of unreality as if he had lost too much blood. He spread his hands upwards on his knees, for fear of getting the car dirty.

Ran Xu had never been in a private car. At that time, if anyone in the countryside had a private car, most of them were golden cup bread, and such high-end cars were rare.

Just by smelling the vague leather smell in the air, Ran Xu knew that this car was expensive.

He became more cramped, stiff as a puppet.

"Mr. Zhuo, thank you." Ran Xu hesitated for a long time before speaking.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhuo Wenlang didn't seem to be in a good mood today. He drove in silence all the way. He didn't wear the pair of thin-rimmed glasses as usual. It must be a little strange.

Ran Xu was inexplicably a little scared.

"Wu Yong." Zhuo Wenlang finally opened his mouth, uttering the greasy man's name, "A fool who thinks with his lower body."

"..." Ran Xu didn't speak, he held his breath, hesitated for a while before asking out the doubts in his heart, "Mr. Zhuo, how did you know Wu Yong?"

Everything that happened just now happened in the minority, Zhuo Wenlang was not there, and the first time he appeared was to look at Ran Xu's hand, and now he took the initiative to bring up Wu Yong's matter... In the lobby, Ran Xu didn't have time to think , Now sitting down, I feel that something is wrong.

Zhuo Wenlang glanced at him from the rearview mirror, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Scared you?"

He paused for a while, his expression was not as stiff as before, and he raised his hand to turn on the car music: "I was going to talk to Wu Yong with Feng Shenghao today to discuss business, but I have something to do and I was late, so I picked up the car as soon as I arrived at the parking lot." Call Feng Shenghao."

"He said that you ran out by yourself, and your hands were still injured." The second half of the sentence was meant to be reproachful.

Ran Xu felt a little guilty for his actions: "I didn't expect..."

"Fortunately, I met you in advance, otherwise it would be difficult to take a taxi at this time, and I would have to walk in the wind for a long time to get to the hospital." Zhuo Wenlang sighed, and stepped on the accelerator all the way while the light was green.

There was light music playing in the car, maybe some piano music or something, Ran Xu didn't quite understand it.

He leaned against the window and looked at the retrograde street scene, and suddenly felt a little sour... In fact, he should have gotten used to the malice from various people, maybe because he looked down on him, or maybe because he was a bit out of tune with this big city.

In short, people's minds are different, and Ran Xu felt that as long as he had a clear conscience, he could bear it.

However, Zhuo Wenlang's kindness overwhelmed him.

"What business are you here to discuss today?" Ran Xu changed the subject, but felt a little too close as soon as the words came out, and quickly added, "Sorry, I didn't want to inquire about your business..."

"Where is the kid asking about business?" Zhuo Wenlang laughed, "It was Feng Shenghao who wanted a store in the mall, so he brought me over to accompany him."

He explained a few words in this way and stopped talking. He told Ran Xu that he endured a little pain and drove all the way to the hospital.