Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

Their lunch was hastily settled at the boss's place.

"In fact, I wanted to ask yesterday." the boss looked at Song wanwei with a complex expression: "don't you like eating what I make?"

That's right. Song wanwei pretended to come to buy food yesterday to inquire about the news. After buying it, she almost didn't touch it at all. She even drank less than half of her beer. As for today, it's even more outrageous. She didn't even drink water.

"No, I'm just not hungry!" song wanwei quickly explained. She doesn't want to offend her boss yet.

The boss shook his head in disappointment: "forget it, I know that no one wants to eat what I make. I can't make money by selling food."

Song wanweixin said that your understanding of yourself is quite in place, but why does he continue to set up a stall?

Then the boss gave song wanwei the answer. He smiled: "fortunately, I don't make money on this."

"..." song wanwei glanced at Xiaoyun and said to her boss, "not exactly. He ate very delicious."

To tell you the truth, song wanwei really can't understand how a person can eat this kind of food with interest - it's not with interest, but looking at Xiao Yun's chewing and swallowing, I don't know how long he hasn't eaten.

"He, he doesn't count." the boss wiped the table and said carelessly, "this man is a madman, or a machine that only knows how to survive. I still doubt whether he has taste."

Song wanwei looked at it again for a while until Xiaoyun put down the spoon. She asked, "don't you really have no taste?"

"If only I didn't have a sense of taste." Xiaoyun took out two pieces of paper, wiped his mouth at will, and then looked at Song wanwei: "do you really don't eat at all? We went into the slum and had something to eat."

Song wanwei is very hungry now, but she can't eat these things. Let's go. Even if she offends the boss, she can't ruin her own affairs.

She stood up and said, "let me go to another store." then she left without daring to see the boss.

The boss watched song wanwei leave, and then turned to Xiaoyun who was leaning aside to smoke: "but I'm really strange. Didn't you ever take this list before? I thought she would retreat in spite of difficulties, but she talked to you in a few words?"

"No one can convince me. I only listen to myself." Xiaoyun's expression is very cold: "as for her... I'm just a little curious about what she wants to do. My intuition tells me that she is different from those people before."

The boss's smile became meaningful: "is that all? Or..."

"Just like that." Xiaoyun interrupted him and frowned at the same time. "When did you gossip so much?"

"Curious, aren't you?" the boss raised his hands to give up the problem, and then kindly reminded: "but you're curious, but you must keep her in mind and don't let her bother you."

"Don't worry. If she dares to make any mistakes, I'll betray her on the spot and end her myself." Xiaoyun said.

The boss smiled again: "this is what I know you."

Song wanwei wandered around and managed to find a meat pie seller. Although the meat didn't know the ingredients, at this time, she could only pretend that she didn't know anything. She ate more than half of the meat pie to satisfy her hunger and felt much better.

After song wanwei returned, she looked at Xiao Yun with her back against the wall and said, "I'm ready. When shall we start?"

Xiao Yun looked back at the clock hanging in the store and said, "in half an hour, you still have time to rest."

Why are you so sweet? Do you have time to rest? Song wanwei suddenly felt that vacation was not so easy.

But the absurd idea was soon forgotten by her. She really ran to the table in the store and slept on her stomach for a while.

Of course, it's hard to sleep here. Song wanwei always feels that she has just closed her eyes and was pushed to wake up.

"We should start."

Open your eyes, Xiao Yun has changed his clothes and stands in front of song wanwei.

Song wanwei suddenly sat up and looked up and down at Xiao Yun.

The man changed his clothes, but changed into dark, close fitting clothes, showing his muscle lines faintly.

"Don't look, it's time to go." Xiao Yun frowned impatiently.

"Oh... Oh!" song wanwei quickly stood up.

"Your hat," Xiao Yun reminded, and took up the hat on the table and fastened it on song wanwei's head.

"Ah, I almost forgot." song wanwei thanked Xiao Yun, then put on her hat and carefully put her hair in.

Xiao Yun watched. After song wanwei cleaned up, she nodded: "you are short. After you dress up like this, keep your head down. No one can see that you are a woman."

After departure, song wanwei's originally calm mood became uneasy again.

Deep into the enemy area, the surrounding is extremely dangerous. There is only one man who doesn't know whether he is an enemy or a friend.

Even if she sees such a scene in a TV play, song wanwei will be nervous involuntarily, not to mention that she is personally facing such a situation now!

"Nervous?" Xiaoyun seems to be secretly observing song wanwei and suddenly asks.

"... is it normal to be nervous?" song wanwei said.

"Yes."

They were walking on a narrow and dirty road. Song wanwei didn't dare to look up all the way. She only saw countless pairs of dirty and chapped feet passing by her.

What kind of life do these people live here, how long have they lived here, and from which generation have they lived here?

Song wanwei dared not think that this was a world she would never understand.

"When you arrive, don't say a word. I'll briefly introduce you to the people there. Just nod your head." Xiaoyun asked on the way.

"Yes." song wanwei nodded again and again.

Although she doesn't trust Xiao Yun 100%, now he has become the only person song wanwei can rely on.

After walking around for about 20 minutes, Xiao Yun suddenly whispered, "here we are."

Song wanwei subconsciously looked up and looked forward. She saw a low building not far away. It looked shabby and similar to the surrounding houses, but it was a little different. Although the surface of the low building is dilapidated, the exposed lines and facilities show that the people inside are unusual, because the real poor will not use these equipment.

"Is this one of their dens?"

As soon as song wanwei finished asking, she felt her head knocked across her hat.

"What dens?" Xiao Yun whispered, "we're not gangsters, but we're not gangsters. We have our own methods."