Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

At night, Song Wenbin returned home exhausted after a long day of watching the teacher's performance. He collapsed on the sofa without even taking off his shoes. He had been away from the world for so long and traveled to so many countries, but he had never been as tired as he was today.

He didn't know what Huo Yu was doing, but in order to achieve Huo Yu's goal of stabilizing them, he followed Bai Shou's advice. But this guy Bai Shou is really not a fuel-efficient guy. Even if he drags him to work sports, he also drags him to banquets and drinks, trying every possible means to get him to sign the contract.

He didn't know where this guy's energy came from, and he didn't know he was tired at all.

After paralyzing like a dead dog for a while, he couldn't help but take out his cell phone and start clicking aimlessly. Bao Li's behavior during the day made Song Wenbin feel like he was stuck in his throat. He didn't believe that this old guy would side with investors for no reason, and he didn't believe that he could distract himself from going to the bottom of such a deep hole to arrange arrangements while getting along with him every day. Camera.

After clicking for a while, he discovered that his Tieba account, which had not been used for hundreds of years, had several red dots. That was the question he sent when he was in Guizhou. Unexpectedly, he got a reply now.

[Are you there? I want to ask you something. Paid]

【what? 】

The reply time was two days ago. Song Wenbin couldn't help but sit up straight and typed: [I want to ask you, in March last year, there were many forums soliciting mysterious events. What was going on? 】

No response.

[Send me V you 50 via WeChat]

The other party immediately sent a QR code.

Song Wenbin scanned the QR code and added the stranger’s WeChat account, and happily V-numbered 50 times.

[I do have some impressions of that incident. It was quite a big fuss. At that time, our promotion group was still busy for a while. There were just a few women who were interested in mysticism. They were looking for material on the Internet, and they didn’t know it was for filming. Movies or novels, I don’t know what to do]

Song Wenbin looked at what he sent and asked again: "What kind of girl? Who asked you for it?"

For several minutes, Song Wenbin did not wait for a reply.

He passed another 50.

The other person's reply was not enough.

Song Wenbin smiled and gave him 500.

[Atmosphere, brother. I know those women, they are in the small bar. You don’t know them. 】

[Female fighting, right? 】

[Oh, the full name is Fight for Women’s Rights. It's not very famous, it's a niche forum, but it's full of monsters. I advise you to stay away from those people. 】

After hearing this, Song Wenbin immediately searched for "Fight for Women's Rights" on Baidu. As soon as he entered, he frowned slightly. There is no doubt that the contents here will interest him greatly during his high school and gay days, but at this moment, these contents are already a thing of the past for him and cannot touch him in any way.

He was flipping through the pages, and suddenly, his fingers stopped. The name of this Tieba owner, who only had tens of thousands of visitors, attracted his attention, making him very surprised.

He stared at the name until there was a knock on the door. He walked to the door in surprise. When he opened the door, he saw two couriers standing at the door, carrying a large box.

"Mr. Song, please sign for your express delivery."

Song Wenbin looked at the heavy-looking big box in surprise, not remembering exactly when he bought anything.

"Is this mine??" Song Wenbin asked.

"Yes." The courier said, "Please sign for it."

Song Wenbin glanced at the express delivery note, and it was indeed Song Wenbin written on it. He had no choice but to sign for this strange express box.

After finally moving the heavy box home, I opened it and found that it was filled with various exquisite tea sets and porcelain bowls. Some of these porcelains could be seen as Chinese style, while others were obviously Arabic. style.

Song Wenbin stood in front of the pile of porcelain and was wondering who gave it to him. At this time, his phone vibrated. He opened it and saw that it was a WeChat message sent to him by Sutina.

"Has my purchase arrived?"

"arrive……"

Song Wenbin looked at the exquisite vases and tableware and said speechlessly, "You bought these."

"Yes." Sutina replied in voice: "How is it? Isn't it beautiful?"

"Why did you buy this thing?"

"Your house is as plain as a rough house. There are no tableware. I will buy some for you."

"Okay..." Although Song Wenbin didn't care about the decorations, this was Sutina's kindness. He asked, "Where have you been? You haven't seen anyone all day."

"I was shopping with my friends. I picked those porcelain from the home decoration market in the afternoon. They are very efficient." Sutina muttered in her voice.

friend……

Song Wenbin still doesn't remember what good friends Su Tina has, and she has never mentioned that she has any best friends. However, Song Wenbin can also understand that this guy is beautiful and has a good mind, and he must have some arrogance, plus his conversation skills He is quite green tea, so he will definitely be guarded by girls, so how can he have any good friends.

"You still have friends."

Song Wenbin's voice embarrassed her.

"I have many friends." Sutina said unconvinced.

"Take me to meet you next time?" Song Wenbin asked.

"Oh, my friend is not as good-looking as Qin Moqing." Sutina said in a strange tone.

"You said that in front of your friends?" Song Wenbin sneered: "If you have friends, you will be a ghost."

"Ah!! Song Wenbin, go to hell!!"

Sutina shouted angrily on WeChat.

"Okay, stop wandering around outside. Do you want me to take care of so many things alone? I'm tired after a long day, and I have a headache just looking at it!"

"Hey, should I go to your house?" Sutina asked immediately.

"Oh, my home was returned to your home yesterday." Song Wenbin said.

"Hey hey hey..."

Sutina smiled and said, "Then just wait!"

After waiting for less than twenty minutes, Sutina jumped in from the elevator. After Song Wenbin opened the door for her, she rushed in like the wind, spinning and sitting on the sofa.

"Where are your friends? No more?" Song Wenbin said while pouring her tea.

"I hate you, Teacher, because of your bad mouth." Sutina's charming voice said that she didn't want to pick up any of the pots.

Song Wenbin rolled his eyes, "Have you had dinner?"

"Eat." Sutina whispered aggrievedly: "I originally wanted to eat McDonald's, but I was afraid that many people would recognize me, so I had to eat Japanese food..."

"Just eat it. The password for my door is 87654321. Don't run out." Song Wenbin said as he put the tea in front of her.

"Such a simple password!?" Sutina was shocked, covering the vase and said: "What should I do if the thing is stolen?"

"I don't have anything in my house for others to steal." Song Wenbin said lazily: "Who would take 87654321 everywhere when they are full and try passwords? It's just to make it easy to remember."

"That's not possible. This batch of porcelain is quite expensive."

Sutina said carefully and lovingly.

"Then you can change it yourself." Song Wenbin stretched and said. He was going to bed. It was really tiring to deal with people like Bai Shou.

"Aren't you afraid that if I don't tell you, you won't be able to come in?" Sutina asked, looking at his back.

"Try it." Song Wenbin said confidently.

Early the next morning, Song Wenbin got a call from the director and asked him to continue filming. Pauly probably felt that some miracle would happen at the venue, and Song Wenbin would do another shocking event.

But no, Song Wenbin only met with the boss all day long, held live broadcasts to deliver goods, and was surrounded by a bunch of people shouting that he was tired of the teacher.

Although the pressure began to increase, the speed at which Song Wenbin made money also increased with the pressure, becoming faster and faster. After one live broadcast, he earned hundreds of thousands. Every day, he could hold five or six live broadcasts, and the rate of making money soared to nearly one million a day, which was simply unimaginable in the past.

The money he made was getting faster and faster, but Song Wenbin's memory became increasingly blurry. He could hardly remember what he did during the day. He seemed to have done something, but he didn't seem to have done anything. He just sat in front of the camera and chattered about him. Products that I have never seen in my life.

A week later, Bao Li, who had not taken any interesting material, angrily announced a day off and asked Song Wenbin to find some feelings.

Song Wenbin, who had made seven to eight million, returned home and began to sleep in a daze. The next day, he woke up from his sleep and heard the soft and melodious sound of pots and pans clattering outside the room. In a daze, Song Wenbin thought it was his mother coming.

So he got up from the room, held his toothbrush and walked slowly outside, only to find that it was not his mother Li Yue. But it was Sutina, who was humming a tune and doing something unknown in the kitchen, her back was very slim.

Only then did he slowly remember that Sutina had been at his house recently, but he left early every morning and came back late every day. He was so busy that he lost his mind and didn't even have time to communicate with her.

But today was a break in the shooting, so he wasn't that busy and could communicate with her.

Walking to the kitchen, Su Tina turned around and saw Song Wenbin brushing his teeth in his pajamas. She smiled and said, "I met you this morning. Are you so busy with filming recently?"

"I don't know... Pauly wanted to shoot some material... he didn't get anything good... he was a little unhappy..." Song Wenbin rinsed his mouth in the kitchen sink.

"Go to the bathroom." Sutina complained: "The kitchen is a place for cooking."

Song Wenbin rolled his eyes. He didn't open the kitchen twice a year, so rinsing his mouth with it was a way of giving him face.

But Sutina didn't dwell on such a trivial matter. She sneered again: "Pauly, he really uses you as a material machine. If you don't write the script, how can you have so many program effects? It's really a dream!"

After Song Wenbin rinsed his mouth and face, Su Tina muttered: "You too, it's already today, and you still haven't told me what kind of ecstasy soup that guy poured into you. It was supposed to be over and over, but it turned out to be just that." Minutes later, you changed your story again. I really don’t know if you have any leverage against him."

Song Wenbin, who was wiping his face, was stunned, took off the towel, and looked at Sutina in concentration.

Sutina was shocked and asked: "No way!! You really have the leverage in his hands!!"

Song Wenbin struggled a little in his heart, so he changed the subject and said: "Don't think so much, I'm making money, what are you doing? It's so early in the morning."

"I kind of miss XJ's oily pork noodles. I ordered some food this morning, mixed some noodles, and cooked them for you."

"You can also cook." Song Wenbin looked closer and saw that Sutina was kneading noodles in a stainless steel basin. It's just unclear how well this will work out.

"You can learn if you don't know~"

Sutina said sweetly, "There are so many recipes online now."

"Yes...you can learn everything online now." Song Wenbin agreed casually, but he was struggling more and more in his heart.

Should I confess to Sutina?

"That's right, someone can learn English without me." Sutina teased him: "I'll test you."

"What's the test on me?" Song Wenbin was puzzled.

"Spoon me." Sutina said while kneading the dough.

"What." Song Wenbin pulled out a spoon from the storage shelf and asked, "Why do you and Flour need a spoon?"

Sutina was so happy that she kept shaking her head. Song Wenbin was helpless and picked up a spoon.

"Spoon me, in spoken English, means to let you hug me from behind." Sutina explained to him with her cheeks flushed.

Song Wenbin looked at Sutina's charming eyes and then at his spoon. After thinking about it, he moved forward and hugged her from behind.

Sutina immediately turned her head and kneaded the dough while kissing him.

After kissing for half a minute, the two separated. Sutina stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "I used to watch movies where the male and female protagonists kissed like this. I have long wanted to try it."

"You still know how to play..." Song Wenbin muttered.

Although the kiss just now was wonderful, Song Wenbin could feel the bitterness in his heart, and he finally made up his mind.

"But...Susu...I...I have to tell you something..." he hesitated.

"What's the matter?" Sutina looked at him lovingly.

"If you really want to be with me..." Song Wenbin fell silent, unable to say the next words.

"What's wrong?" Sutina was confused.

Song Wenbin's lips moved a few times, but the words that came to his mouth were so difficult to say.

"Don't stop talking to me about mortgages or a period of time or other messy things!" Sutina's expression changed slightly and she said sternly: "I've had enough of your endless delays, I want it now!!"

"No..." Song Wenbin said with squirming lips.

"what is that??"

Sutina's eyes widened, she had a bad feeling.

"You...you have to accept Huo Yu..." Song Wenbin gritted his teeth and whispered this sentence.

"What??" Sutina shouted in shock.

After saying these words, Song Wenbin felt relieved. He nodded and said, "That's it. I have no way to separate from Huo Yu, so I want to know what you think."

"You can't separate from Huo Yu??"

Su Tina took two steps back in shock, looked at Song Wenbin with bewildered eyes, and murmured: "No one asked you to separate from Huo Yu... You... you, colleagues and friends, I... why did I let you separate... …”

Song Wenbin saw the pain in Su Tina's eyes, and his heart throbbed violently, but he gritted his teeth and insisted: "You know, I didn't mean that."

"What do you mean..." Sutina asked tremblingly.

"You know what I mean." Song Wenbin said.

"What do you mean!!!" Sutina suddenly screamed at him.

Song Wenbin didn't answer.

"Did you collude with her?? Did she force you??" Sutina was excited, but she panicked and asked calmly: "Did she force you?? What exactly do you mean??"

"I...I...can't be separated from her."

"You...are you talking like a human being!?" She asked again, screaming like crazy.

"Ah."

Song Wenbin nodded with difficulty: "Although it is difficult to admit it, the fact is indeed like this. I can't separate from her."

Sutina stared, her chest heaving violently, pointing at Song Wenbin's nose, "Say it again."

"I can't separate from her." Song Wenbin said.

Su Tina's lips were trembling with anger at Song Wenbin's words, and her good mood in the morning was gone. She pointed at Song Wenbin's nose and said loudly: "You were lying to me before? What did you say that the mortgage would take thirty years to repay... ...You are lying to me if you say you like me???"

"No." Song Wenbin said honestly: "I like you quite a lot, but I can't separate from Huo Yu."

"are you human!?"

Sutina rattled the bell and overturned the dough kneading basin, and pointed at Song Wenbin's nose with her flour-covered finger: "Do you know how many people are chasing me overtly or covertly!? Do you know that as long as I let go? How many people came to me immediately!? You are not satisfied yet, and you still treat me like this!!"

"You know this isn't a business."

Song Wenbin said softly: "I think there is no point in hiding it all the time, and I think you don't want me to hide it either."

"Okay, okay, okay!!"

Sutina pointed at Song Wenbin's nose with grief and cursed: "Song Wenbin!! One day you will regret it, one day you will regret it!! Starting from today!! My tenderness no longer belongs to you!!"

Song Wenbin looked at her and said nothing.

Without washing her hands, Sutina closed the door and left angrily.

Song Wenbin returned to the living room. He collapsed on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and sighed.

Although he felt physically depressed, even though his heart was twitching, his heart was inexplicably relaxed. He finally told everything, and he finally made a choice, and it didn't seem to be as difficult as he thought.

Boom boom boom! ! !

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, the door that had just been closed rang loudly.

Song Wenbin smoked a cigarette and got up. He looked at the door that kept ringing in surprise, and couldn't help but feel a little bit of fear in his heart. This fear comes from self-perception.

So many trips and so many close encounters made him understand that he is not a person who can speak one thing when it comes to emotions, or that emotions themselves are a vague and sticky existence. And the universe is like a wishing well. If a person really wants to get something from him, no matter what it is, as long as that person's desire is strong enough and strong enough to pay any price, then he has to hand over that thing no matter what. .

"Song Wenbin!!"

An angry shout came from the door.

Song Wenbin swallowed his saliva, as if he was possessed by his grandfather who had been dead for many years. He walked tremblingly to the door and said in fear: "You...you...aren't you...gone...?"

“I forgot my ID card!!”

Sutina yelled angrily.

Song Wenbin opened the door, and Su Tina rushed into the room with red eyes, like the wind, and began to rummage through the cabinets without explanation. Song Wenbin carefully closed the door and watched as Sutina aimlessly opened the coffee table drawers, TV cabinet drawers, and even all the visible cabinets and storage rooms in the house.

She moved faster and faster, and became more and more irritable, so that all the things that were neatly displayed in the cabinet were scattered on the floor.

Song Wenbin finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stepped forward and stopped Su Tina, "Stop searching, I'll help you find it!!"

Sutina shed tears, pursed her lips, and sobbed. The movements of her hands became faster and faster. She smashed the neatly stacked napkins one by one on the ground. Ignore Song Wenbin's request.

"What do you want!? What do you want!?"

Song Wenbin picked up the tissues and asked helplessly: "What do you want!?"

Sutina ignored him. She was panting and rummaging wildly, tears falling like broken threads. Song Wenbin had to stop her, grabbed her arm, and said forcefully: "What do you want, what do you want!?"

"I want you to think of me first, I want you to love me!! I want you to put me first!!" Sutina pushed Song Wenbin desperately, stamped her feet, and shouted like crazy: " Is this hard!? Is this hard!? Is this hard!!!!??????"

Song Wenbin stopped talking. At this moment, all logic and language lost their effect.

But his silence stabbed Sutina like a knife. She swung the napkin Song Wenbin had just picked up on the ground again.

"How am I inferior to Huo Yu!!"

She pushed Song Wenbin and cried heartbreakingly: "I am taller than her, I am not as easy to fight as she is, I have a better figure than her, and my family background is innocent, why do you look down on me!! Why do you look down on me?" Fuck me!!”

"I don't look down on you." Song Wenbin said.

"Then why did you say you couldn't separate from her!! I even went out and you didn't come to chase me!! Why did you!! Why!! I was the one who came to you first, and I've been hooking up with you from the beginning. !!Why, why did you lie to me, why did you lie to me!!" She screamed frantically and pushed Song Wenbin crazily.

Despair and anger came over like waves. Song Wenbin was pushed back by her until he leaned against the wall and raised his hands in surrender. But Sutina had no intention of letting him go.

She asked relentlessly like crazy: "Say it! Say it!! How do you think I am not as good as her!?"

"She won't ask me this." Song Wenbin said in an angry voice.

"what!!"

"what!!!"

"what!!!!"

"what!!!!!"

Sutina was greatly stimulated. She scratched her face, ran away screaming, and kicked over the trash can at home. Running around in front of Song Wenbin, sweeping everything on the table that he could see on the floor.