"Don't think too much, I'll watch the movie with you later." Song Nanqiao took Wen Wenyao to her side and kissed her forehead gently under the girl's gaze.
The movement was very light, like a feather blowing across his forehead, with the breath of Song Nanqiao, making the person in his arms blush and heartbeat.
"Yeah."
Wen Wenyao nodded shyly, just a simple kiss can make her happy.
After the two people finished eating, Song Nanqiao fulfilled the agreement, turned on the projection equipment in the room, closed the curtains, and adjusted the light to dark.
The secret room for two people has become a cozy small movie theater. Wen Wenyao liked the romantic and sweet atmosphere, and took Song Nanqiao to order her favorite movie. But Song Nanqiao focused all his attention on her.
From time to time, he touched Wen Wenyao's hand, and from time to time he kissed the top of her head, holding Wen Wenyao in his arms, calmly smelling the fragrance of the other person's body. Treat her as a baby, and take care of her carefully.
"Did you concentrate on watching the movie?" Wen Wenyao simply leaned on Song Nanqiao, stirring Song Nanqiao's hair with his fingers.
"Really not."
Song Nanqiao leaned over and kissed Wen Wenyao's cheek.
Such a good-looking girlfriend, where does she have the intention to go to the movies.
"You weren't like this before."
Wen Wenyao was ashamed and happy in her heart. She especially liked Song Nanqiao to express her love blatantly.
"How was I before?"
"It's very cold, like a pebble, I can't cover it with heat."
When he said this, Wen Wenyao had already turned around, grabbed Song Nanqiao's shoulders, put his head in Song Nanqiao's arms, feeling the strong heartbeat of the other party.
"It won't be like this in the future."
Song Nanqiao held Wen Wenyao's hand and solemnly promised.
It was true that she was too cold to Wen Wenyao before, and now Song Nanqiao is working hard to adjust her center of gravity, and slowly begins to lean towards Wen Wenyao.
"I'm a little sleepy, will you hold me to sleep?" The girl's eyes were smeared with sleepiness.
"Okay." Song Nanqiao took out the remote control, turned off the movie being shown, and then turned off the light next to him.
It's just that she wants to stick to her skin. Wen Wenyao has been filming for the past few days. Sometimes she can't go to bed until late. Song Nanqiao wants her to rest for a few days, and doesn't intend to toss her.
At four o'clock in the morning when Song Nanqiao was still deep in sleep, her mobile phone rang without warning.
Driven by sleepiness, he turned around and turned his hands on.
But the call came again. It seemed that there was something urgent, but Song Nanqiao still hung it up. When the third call came, Song Nanqiao woke up, quickly answered the call, took a bathrobe and pajamas, and was light in his hands. I walked to the balcony.
"What needs to be called at four in the morning?"
Thinking of his little girlfriend who was still in bed, Song Nanqiao wanted to hung up the call as soon as possible, and then went back to sleep with his girlfriend.
"Sister, don't be angry for the first time, urgent intelligence." Liu Xuwen was awakened by the phone call of the Intelligence Bureau. Because the gaffe was really urgent, he couldn't take care of that much.
Song Nanqiao: "You said."
Liu Xuwen: "I investigated Wen Guangquan's movements during this period all night. He is competing with foreign military forces for development land. He has not only conflicts with the military, but also conflicts with many domestic bosses."
"Why? Will there be conflicts with domestic bosses?"
"Wen Guangquan does not allow any other companies to settle in his development site, which is equivalent to wanting to earn all the money by himself. This angers the domestic bosses, and then the chamber of commerce will join forces. Things."
When he said this, Song Nanqiao's hand had already squeezed the railing of the balcony, his brow furrowed, revealing a complex expression. Wen Guangquan did a great job of doing this. In Song Nanqiao's view, it did more harm than harm, and offended too many people.
"Sister, what do you think?" Liu Xuwen asked tentatively after hearing the phone's silence for a long time.
In fact, Wen Guangquan’s incident was a good thing Liu Xuwen said. If Wen Guangquan was hit hard this time, he might stand up a bit later, but I don’t know what Song Nanqiao thinks.
"Promise first over the banquet, and we will go together tonight." Song Nanqiao hesitated, and finally decided to go again.
They now need to have more information.
"Okay, I'll make arrangements."
"Yeah."
The phone call with Liu Xuwen was over.
Song Nanqiao sat alone on the hammock on the balcony and fell silent.
When the incident happened suddenly, Song Nanqiao could only force himself to calm down. What Wen Guangquan did this time did not know whether it was good or bad for him.
"So many people are targeting Wen Guangquan, which should be a good thing for the host."
"Not necessarily. It is reasonable to say that I am a student sponsored by Wen Guangquan. I should do things for him. If this identity is known by Liu Xuwen, I don't know what will happen. Besides, Wen Wenyao is now my daughter. My friend, Wen Guangquan’s accident is definitely a bad thing for Wen Wenyao, who has no actual status.”
If he is not with Wen Wenyao, he will even help the Chamber of Commerce and make Wen Guangquan take the opportunity to develop himself. Career. But with Wen Wenyao's existence, Song Nanqiao needs to consider more.
"Headache..."
Song Nanqiao was thinking of a way to not only let Wen Guangquan be suppressed, but also to protect Wen Wenyao.
"It's the kid Liu Xuwen, it must be a good thing for him."
Song Nanqiao sighed . When Liu Xuwen talked to her just now, his tone was obviously happy.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Let Wen Guangquan suffer a bit, but it won't fall quickly. I am actually not worried about the business bosses. I am worried about the military forces." Song Nanqiao whispered.
Those bosses just have money. No matter how rich, there is no Wen Guangquan. Besides, Wen Guangquan has a very wide network of contacts and has multiple contacts with politicians. It is almost impossible to rely on these business bosses to get Wen Guangquan down through a coalition. .
But the military is not necessarily so.
It's still a foreign military. When it reaches the neck, any money is useless. One bullet goes down and the person is gone.
"Are you worried about Wen Guangquan's death?"
"I'm not worried about Wen Guangquan, I'm worried about Wen Wenyao. If Wen Guangquan plays too much, he might be assassinated. Then the Wen family will be lost overnight. On top of that, bankruptcy is only a matter of time, and Wen Wenyao is also likely to be targeted by the military and government."
In the end, Song Nanqiao was only worried about Wen Wenyao, regardless of whether Wen Guangquan had an accident, his first task was to ensure Wen Wenyao's safety.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I see if I can persuade Wen Guangquan to cede the development land to the military." After
weighing the pros and cons, Wen Wenyao is still more important.
... In the room, Wen Wenyao turned over in a daze, raised his arm, touched the bed sheet beside him, and found that there was no one. Wen Wenyao, who was originally full of sleep, suddenly woke up.
She opened her eyes and found that she was empty beside her. She reached out her hand into the quilt, and the place where Song Nanqiao had slept in was now completely cold.
"Song Nanqiao." Wen Wenyao yelled unconsciously, but there was no response in the room.
The flustered mood instantly enveloped Wen Wenyao's heart. Before she could think about it, she got up and turned on the light in the room, wearing a thin nightdress and walking into the living room.
"Where are you..."
She patrolled around the living room, casting her uneasy eyes on every part of the living room, trying to find Song Nanqiao's figure, but the living room was always quiet, dim, like a picture Static photos.
She quickly turned on the light in the living room and found that there was still no one.
The translucent light spread to the balcony.
Song Nanqiao knew that Wen Wenyao was awake, and secretly said something bad in his heart, and then hurriedly walked over from the balcony.
When she walked into the living room, what caught her eyes was the girl's somewhat pale and feeble face, with red eyes, as if she was about to cry. She was only wearing a thin pajama, the cool breeze from the living room blew over, and the girl's legs couldn't stop shaking.
Seeing this scene, Song Nanqiao didn't have time to think about it, so she ran over and hugged Wen Wenyao tightly, took a coat from the sofa and wrapped it around Wen Wenyao.
"Why did you come out without wearing clothes?"
Song Nanqiao asked softly, touching the girl's back.
"I can't find you..." Wen Wenyao raised his hand and hugged Song Nanqiao, her voice began to tremble. When she saw that Song Nanqiao was not by her side, her first reaction was to look for her, too late to think... …
"I'm still by your side."
Song Nanqiao patiently coaxed her, holding Wen Wenyao's slender waist, coaxing her into the room, and finally wrapped her in a quilt, and turned on the air conditioner in the room.
The weather was too cold. When she just hugged Wen Wenyao, she found that the other party was cold all over.
"Where have you been?" Wen Wenyao rubbed his red eyes, took Song Nanqiao's hand, and asked with some worry.
"Go to the balcony to see if my sweater has dried."
"Why do you want to go at night?" The girl looked at Song Nanqiao with clear and moist eyes, as if she wanted to see something from it.
"On a whim, I want to check it out." Song Nanqiao also met the other's eyes without evasiveness, and never stopped lying.
"Next time...Don't go at night, I will worry, the outside of the house is dark, I'm afraid you will go out, and then it will be unsafe..."
Since the nightmare began, Wen Wenyao began to pay special attention to Song Nanqiao's travel safety, and after six o'clock in the evening, Song Nanqiao was not allowed to go out.
When she didn't see anyone in the living room, Wen Wenyao thought that Song Nanqiao had gone out. The fear from the last nightmare climbed to her heart like a vine, making Wen Wenyao feel more fearful.
"I didn't go out, I can remember your request."
Song Nanqiao gently explained. She knew Wen Wenyao would worry about her safety, so every time she went out during this period, she had to report to Wen Wenyao in advance. Nor will he go out alone.
"Go to sleep." Wen Wenyao said in a dull voice.
It was only four o'clock in the morning, and they only slept for three or four hours, and they found Song Nanqiao. Wen Wenyao wanted to take the other person back to rest.
"Okay, sleep for a while."
Song Nanqiao grabbed her waist, suddenly exerted force, and picked up the girl. The faint fragrance of the girl calmed the anxiety and tension in Song Nanqiao's heart.
Looking at Wen Wenyao's cheek, Song Nanqiao's expression darkened.
No matter what... Wen Wenyao can never be hurt...