"Don't you want to pay back the mortgage?" Sutina asked.
"No, no, don't think about it!" Song Wenbin hurriedly denied three consecutive attacks, trying to disrupt Su Tina's thoughts: "Of course I have to repay the mortgage, can I still repay the mortgage? I have to wait for the debt to arrive first. Well, we can only wait for the last quarter of last year..."
"Excuse."
Su Tina interrupted Song Wenbin coldly. She returned to her domineering look and asked, "Why didn't you notify me as soon as you got the finance?"
"I didn't notify Huo Yu either. Didn't I want to give you a surprise..." Song Wenbin said sadly.
But his explanation not only failed to convince Sutina, but made her even more angry.
"What??"
She asked: "Do you think Huo Yu and I are the same? Do you still treat me as a colleague?"
Song Wenbin was speechless. He listened to Sutina's sharp tone and looked at her angry eyes, speechless. Of course he had to pay back the mortgage, but he didn't expect it to be so soon! ! Before the filming of the second season was finished, a windfall fell from the sky. Even though this wealth was earned through my own hard work,... this time was too short! !
Song Wenbin never thought that one day he would be able to earn millions in a quarter, and he never thought that these millions would be earned so frighteningly. Although it was a legitimate business, he always felt guilty.
"No... don't worry, Sutina... The second season hasn't been finished yet. Our situation is very dangerous. You know, I met the investor of our show when we were filming the last season. I swear, that guy There must be something wrong with my brain. Really, before I figure out what she wants to do, I really don’t dare..."
“Oh, now I’m an investor again!”
Sutina was both aggrieved and indignant. If it hadn't been for the risk-taking that had increased her tolerance, she would have almost shed tears: "When the excuse of investors is used up, what excuse will you use again? Tell me, what exactly are you?" Whatever you think, there’s no shame in saying it, I can accept it!”
"OMG……"
Song Wenbin groaned. There is no doubt that Sutina is more powerful than she has ever been in the past. Song Wenbin can completely understand that as the only person in the trio who has gone to space, she can do these things at her age. It’s treasure hunting, going to space, and traveling across the North Pole, it’s all crazy if you don’t feel angry. However, how should he answer this kind of question?
As if aware of his embarrassment, the phone rang at the right time. Song Wenbin, who was in a dilemma, seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He grabbed the phone without looking at it and said hurriedly: "Hi, hello, Guozhiyue Company."
"When did you take over the secretary's job?"
Questions that were neither salty nor bland came from the phone.
The hope on Song Wenbin's face gradually turned into uneasiness. There was no doubt that the person on the phone was not the leader of the local government he longed for, not the loan officer of the bank, not the person in charge of the foundry, but Huo Yu.
He glanced at Sutina quickly, gritted his teeth, and asked, "Are you okay?"
There was silence for a moment, and then a chilling chuckle suddenly came from the other side.
"Is Sutina at your place?"
"Yes, here." Song Wenbin replied bravely.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I…"
Song Wenbin looked at Su Tina, who was listening closely. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. God, this moment was simply hellish torture.
"She came to ask about the company's financial status."
Song Wenbin gritted his teeth and forced himself to answer.
"Oh~" Huo Yu suddenly realized on the phone: "What did you say?"
"What did I say?"
Song Wenbin glanced at Su Tina and saw her staring at him with wide eyes, and said desperately: "You don't know how to call her and ask her."
"It's okay, why are you nervous?"
Huo Yu said easily over there: "I'm just asking casually. By the way, I want to tell you about the cultural relic you left here before, the one under the sea in Indonesia. I just gave it to the museum. Do you mind? Bar."
Huo Yu's words made Song Wenbin feel cold for a moment. He held up the phone and stared at Su Tina, unable to say a word.
"Hello? Don't speak. If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence."
Huo Yu still maintained a relaxed tone on the phone.
However, Song Wenbin was speechless and his brain was spinning crazily.
Huo Yu's call, her abnormal behavior, and Su Tina's domineering questioning today. There is no doubt that something happened, something he didn't know but could guess, and this incident destroyed the balance that he had been fortunate enough to maintain, pushing everything to chaos and a cliff. .
Toot toot…
Huo Yu hung up the phone without waiting for an answer without any nostalgia.
Song Wenbin seemed to have all his strength taken away from him, and he collapsed on the chair in an instant, his face pale.
Su Tina looked at the lost Song Wenbin, with deep disappointment and pain in her eyes.
"Can I use the money I earn to pay off your mortgage?" she asked with a trembling voice.
Song Wenbin slumped in his chair and couldn't say a word.
"So you're lying to me, huh?"
she asked softly.
Song Wenbin remained motionless, neither affirming nor denying. Like a clay sculpture.
"alright, I got it."
Everything in the room made her spine tingle. She couldn't help but put on her sunglasses again, picked up her bag, strode out of Song Wenbin's office, and slammed the door.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Song Wenbin, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the mobile phone in his hand. He looked at the call that Huo Yu had hung up on, and the idea of calling back flashed in his mind, but at this moment, his fingers were as heavy as a stone, and he couldn't move them no matter what. It was like being suppressed by the deepest nightmare.
Click.
The door was pushed open a small crack again.
Secretary Yao Yuhe carefully put his head in and asked, "Boss, are you okay?"
The nightmare gradually receded, and Song Wenbin regained some vitality. He reluctantly asked: "What's the matter..."
"Mayor Li is here..."
Yao Yuhe said.
"Okay, I'll go right away." Song Wenbin quickly stood up from the chair. The moment he stood up, his feet were unsteady and he almost fell to the ground.
…
…
A few hours later, it was already dark. Song Wenbin, who had finished his day's work in a daze, got back into his old BYD. He had been driving for almost ten years, but when he was reversing, he fell down the steps of the parking space without warning. There was a loud thud.
The noise startled Lao Zhang, who was off work. He rushed out of his newly bought A6, came to Song Wenbin's car, opened the door, and asked: "Boss, are you okay!?"
"No...it's okay..."
Song Wenbin looked at BYD, which was half stuck on the ground and half stuck on the steps. He felt annoyed and stepped on the accelerator several times. However, the steps were steep and the car was stuck on it, idling and unable to move.
When Lao Zhang saw Song Wenbin open the door and step on the accelerator, he realized that his boss must not be able to drive today in this state. Immediately, he quickly turned off the engine for Song Wenbin, dragged him out of the car, and said, "This car is front-wheel drive, and the wheels are up. It's useless. I'll ask someone to pull your car out later."
"Call someone to fill this thing in tomorrow!"
Song Wenbin pointed angrily at the spot where the car fell and said, "Who designed the steps!"
"Yes, yes, it must be filled in!"
Lao Zhang said with guarantee. While he was talking, he checked the car and found that the bumper and side skirts were cracked due to the impact of the fall. He hesitated and said: "Boss, do you want to call the insurance company for you?"
The old BYD was very broken. Song Wenbin didn't want to call the insurance company, so he waved his hands impatiently and rejected Lao Zhang's proposal: "Let's talk tomorrow. I'll take a taxi back."
Where could Lao Zhang ask his boss to take a taxi home? He quickly pulled Song Wenbin into his A6 and said, "Boss, I'll take you back. I'll take you back."
"I'm going back to City S." Song Wenbin said absently.
"I'm going too, I'm on my way." Lao Zhang said.
Song Wenbin sat in the car after hearing what he said. Of course, he was thinking about Huo Yu giving the bracelet to the museum, and he kept leaning on the seat and looking out the window unhappily.
Lao Zhang, who has been in the business for a long time, noticed at a glance that Song Wenbin was in a bad mood, and immediately asked: "Boss, are you very tired recently?"
"Yeah." Of course Song Wenbin would not explain the reason to Lao Zhang, so he gave a perfunctory hum.
"I said, boss, you've been working for many days in a row. It's definitely not possible for you to be under so much pressure. You won't be able to bear it." Lao Zhang worriedly asked, "Do you want to... relax?"
Um? Song Wenbin looked at Lao Zhang in confusion: "Relax?"
"I also often go to S City to relax. I often go to a massage parlor in S City. It's a coincidence today. Do you want to go with me? The technicians there are very good. I invite you."
Song Wenbin's depressed eyes immediately became sharp.
When Lao Zhang saw the change in his boss's eyes, he quickly explained: "It's formal, boss, don't think too much, it's really formal."
Song Wenbin stared at Lao Zhang for a while and realized that he was not lying. He leaned back on the chair a little sadly: "Why not? Take me to see him."
"Hey, okay, okay."
Lao Zhang said happily.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later, Lao Zhang took Song Wenbin to a rather luxurious club. After Song Wenbin got off the car, he looked around and put on a mask. He looked at Lao Zhang's newly bought A6, and watched Lao Zhang skillfully lead him to change hands and shoes, enter the door and go upstairs, thinking whether he should find it. There is no reason to cut the welfare of this old Bden. There is nothing wrong with wine, sex, and wealth.
But what Lao Zhang said is indeed true. This place is indeed not a place where filth and evil people gather. The lighting is beige, and the technicians are carrying boxes for massage and pedicure when they enter.
"Sir, do you cook Chinese, Thai or Korean style?"
"Thai style." Lao Zhang was very skilled.
"It's up to me." Song Wenbin muttered.
Ten minutes later, Song Wenbin leaned on the chair and soaked his feet, but his thoughts couldn't stop surging. Scenes of the polar regions and the deep sea rolled through his mind, making him unable to calm down.
"Sir, do you think this intensity is okay?"
The young female technician asked, pressing his leg.
"Yeah." Song Wenbin hummed.
To be honest, he is so preoccupied right now that he really can't feel much of the technician's strength. Perhaps Lao Zhang's good intention of letting him relax will come to nothing.
"Sir, lie down and I'll press your head."
The technician said softly, put Song Wenbin's head on his lap, and began to rub his temples.
Song Wenbin was lying on his lap, and the young woman's body temperature and skin touch came from the back of his head, making him forget reality for a short time, but what replaced him was a familiar restlessness.
This restlessness has become more and more obvious since Guo Zhiyue's business improved. Before that, even in more than twenty years, he had felt this restlessness only a handful of times. It was as if he had entered puberty until he was almost thirty.
This weird hormone level made his breathing a little disordered, and his body twisted a few times uneasily.
"Isn't this intensity enough?" The technician quickly reduced the intensity.
"It's...it's okay..." Song Wenbin nervously turned his head a few times, "Can you get a pillow to cushion me on?"
"OK."
The technician quickly took a pillow and put it on Song Wenbin. After reducing the direct contact with the female body, Song Wenbin felt slightly better, but the restlessness did not disappear. After not being satisfied physically, his brain began to fantasize, and he couldn't stop fantasizing about that moment in the polar region. Crazy, unstoppable fantasy, if the woman behind him is Sutina...
"Don't be nervous." The technician chuckled and said, "I won't eat you."
"I'm not nervous!" Song Wenbin was embarrassed.
"You're almost tearing out the sheets." The technician said with a smile, "I've worked with so many customers, but I've never seen you like this."
Song Wenbin let go of his hand like an electric shock.
Lao Zhang, who was smoking and enjoying himself on the sofa next door, turned his head, looked at Song Wenbin worriedly, and said, "Boss, is it time for you to find a girlfriend?"
"Shut up! Lao Zhang!"
Song Wenbin reprimanded angrily: "If you say one more thing, your bonus this month will be gone!"
Lao Zhang had no choice but to shut up.
After a massage that doubled his pressure, Song Wenbin refused Lao Zhang's offer to treat him to a late-night snack and couldn't wait to return to his home in City S. As soon as he returned home, Song Wenbin went straight to the greenhouse and tried to get out of his house. Draw some peace from plants. However, it is a pity that the flowers withered in early spring. Looking at those bare branches, the unknown fire in Song Wenbin's heart burned even more intensely.
The silent room and the absence of surveillance and prying eyes made the fire deep in his body burn even more intensely. He almost couldn't help but open WeChat, clicked on Huo Yu and Su Tina's Moments, and looked at their past messages. After scrolling through the selfies for a while, he felt sick and like a madman and threw away his phone.
After throwing it away, he gave himself two slaps, which were of no use at all. A few minutes after going downstairs, he opened the favorites of Station D. In the favorites was Sutina's early cross-dressing video when she was not very popular, Black Spider. The kind of hero.
After watching it for a while, he put down the phone again, covered his face and started sobbing.
"What are you doing...Don't make things more difficult for me...I've obviously made a lot of money...It's obvious that my career is rising rapidly...It's obvious...I still have a show to shoot..." He said to himself, trying to convince himself not to focus on In that kind of thing.
However, after losing the constraints of reality, his body had awakened, and the explosion that had been suppressed for several years was far more terrifying than he imagined.
