Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

Being so fierce by him, song wanwei of course didn't dare to speak. She looked sincere and asked, "what are we going to prepare before we go in?"

The man looked at her up and down. It seemed a little disgusted, but maybe he was too lazy to say it, so he just said, "I'll take you to the market and you'll change this dress."

Song wanwei looked down and really felt that it was a little inappropriate to wear this. After all, it's a dangerous place. It's too inappropriate for her to wear this skirt. It's not only inconvenient to move, but also easy to attract people's attention.

Song wanwei thanked her boss and followed the man to the market.

"I don't know what you think. You know nothing about here. You dare to break in and want to go to the slum." on the way, the man said to song wanwei.

After just getting along, song wanwei can feel that although this person is very fierce on the surface, she doesn't seem to have much malice towards her. Instead, she has been gently stopping her. So song wanwei still liked him a little and explained, "I can't help it. There's really a very important person waiting for me to see there. Otherwise, I won't dare to come to this place alone."

The man looked at her and disdained: "it's this fool who ignores his life for a little love."

Somehow she was scolded. Song wanwei was a little upset.

But on second thought, the other party was never acquainted with herself, so naturally I didn't know what kind of relationship she had with Ruan Tingchen.

"Whatever you say, I must go anyway." song wanwei said and remembered another thing: "by the way, I don't know your name. How should I call you?"

The man didn't look at her and said casually, "just call me Brother Yun, the cloud of white clouds."

Song wanwei's stomach Fei. Although he is tall and big, his face is dark and vicissitudes, and he also has several scars. He looks mature, but if you look carefully, you can see that he is not old at all. Maybe he is not as old as song wanwei.

Song wanwei said, "OK, Xiao Yun."

The man stared at her strangely, but when she arrived at the market, song wanwei couldn't wait to choose clothes.

Unlike her usual place, the clothes here have a fixed format every year, which is easy to make people aesthetic fatigue. The clothes here are always diverse. The matching of colors and styles is very bold. At first glance, they feel very fresh.

Such a place is almost chaotic, but its culture is diverse.

Xiao Yun saw song wanwei's appreciation of these clothes and came over to remind him, "it's for you to dress up, not shopping."

Song wanwei didn't look at him: "of course I know. But I'm going to such a dangerous place later. I don't know if I can come back. Can't you let me see more?"

"If you decide not to go, you can stay here for as long as you want and buy as many clothes as you want." the man put his hands on his chest and said to song wanwei.

"That's not necessary. I must go." song wanwei put down those fancy clothes, then looked at the gray outdated styles in the corner, communicated with the seller in an unskilled local language, and bought those clothes and changed them in the surprised eyes of the shopkeeper.

After changing clothes, song wanwei really kept a low profile.

Xiao Yun looked at her and said, "I want to buy a hat and put your hair in."

Song wanwei also did as she said. She bought a big hat and stuffed her hair in. It seemed that her head was a little big. However, this can just cover up her original characteristics, which is a good camouflage means.

"Is it ok now?" song wanwei looked up and asked him.

Xiao Yun looked at her for a while and said, "if you don't talk now, you'll be no different from local women."

Song wanwei smiled: "so, I have a talent for camouflage."

Men stop talking.

"When shall we go?" song wanwei couldn't wait.

"Afternoon." Xiaoyun sat on a threshold at the corner and looked at the people coming and going: "they will have a meeting in the afternoon. At that time, many people will be required to watch, and I will go too. You can just follow me at that time. Behave naturally and don't let them see it."

"OK." song wanwei nodded solemnly.

She sat on the threshold like Xiao Yun, lost in thought.

If there is a meeting in the afternoon, does it mean that Ruan Tingchen is still safe and just brought into the slum? Although the situation is very unfavorable to him, the other party is still willing to talk to him, which shows that he still has chips in his hand.

Thinking so, song wanwei was a little relieved.

"Thinking of your lover again?" I don't know when Xiaoyun has a panoramic view of song wanwei's expression. He sneered: "I really admire people like you, thinking about those love things anytime and anywhere."

Song wanwei couldn't explain clearly to him and didn't bother to explain. Simply asked: "you look down on me, what are you thinking all day?"

"How do you want to live?" Xiao Yun took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and smoked silently.

Song wanwei looked at his side face and revealed that she didn't belong to this age. She also felt sorry.

"But how do you live here? You don't look like a native, and you speak Chinese very well," song wanwei said.

Xiao Yun was silent for a moment before he said, "I'm a hybrid. My mother is a local woman who sells small things like foreign tourists. She met my father by chance. Then, you know, it's a very common plot."

Speaking of this, he smiled: "there are many people like me here. We are just an accident, a life that has not been blessed and expected."

Song wanwei listened to what Xiao Yun said and fell into silence.

"There is a saying that is specially used to describe people like us." Xiaoyun took a big smoke and looked at the distance with empty eyes: "we are abandoned and forgotten by all people. Our lives are lighter than the wind. If we don't work hard, we will be blown away by the wind."

I didn't expect that there would be such a helpless story behind Xiaoyun.

Song wanwei sighed and didn't speak again.

"Why, pity me?" Xiao Yun heard song wanwei's sigh and turned to look at her with a cold look.

"No." song wanwei shook her head and smiled at him again: "how can I pity you? I want to rely on you. After all, you can do well here. Without you, I can't do anything."

For these words, Xiao Yun seemed very surprised.

He pressed down the slightly raised corners of his lips: "don't flatter."