If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

A tall figure could be faintly seen under the dim light, and Song Chu recognized that figure as Lu Wuqing at a glance.

He walked over quickly, knelt down and patted Lu Wuqing's shoulder.

"Master Lu, are you still conscious?"

Lu Wuqing's body tensed up and his eagle eyes stared closely at Song Chuyi.

"Master Lu?" Song Chuyi called out again, but what greeted him was a strong wind.

He quickly dodged and grabbed Lu Wuqing's wrist.

"It seems he is unconscious."

Song Chuyi muttered and aimed at the back of Lu Wuqing's head.

Lu Wuqing was a head taller than him, and the two of them were standing opposite each other. It was really difficult for him to knock him out.

Just when Song Chuyi was thinking, Lu Wuqing spoke.

"Who sent you?"

Lu Wuqing's voice was hoarse and emotionless.

He grabbed Song Chuyi's wrist with his backhand, and his strength was a bit strong, leaving a red mark on the white wrist.

Song Chuyi let out a cry of pain, but Lu Wuqing didn't seem to hear it and only asked repeatedly: "Who sent you here?"

He stared at Song Chuyi, as if he would kill him without hesitation if he named his enemy.

When Song Chu saw that Lu Wuqing's eyes were unfocused and he was doing things based on instinct, he rolled his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Song Chuyi."

he replied.

"Song Chuyi sent me here."

"Songchuyi..." Lu Wuqing chanted these three words repeatedly, and slowly released his big hands.

He seemed to be relieved, and his body relaxed and went limp.

Song Chuyi quickly caught Lu Wuqing's body, hugged him, and took him away from here.

It was impossible to go back to the Lu family, and he didn't know where Lu Wuqing lived now. After much thought, he decided to go back to the Song family.

The door of Song's house has a password lock. After he inputs the password, the door opens.

The lights were on in the living room, maybe she heard the sound, and Song's mother walked out of the living room.

When she saw the unconscious Lu Wuqing and Song Chuyi supporting him, Song's mother was obviously stunned.

"Xiaochu, what's going on?"

"He's injured." Song Chuyi helped the unconscious Lu Wuqing go inside, "Aunt Song, do you have a medical kit? I have to treat his wounds."

Mother Song nodded quickly, "Okay, I'll get it for you."

Song's mother quickly took out the medicine box and handed it to Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi helped Lu Wuqing to the sofa, raised his head and asked, "Aunt Song, where is Brother Lu's room?"

Mother Song pointed to a room, and Song Chu nodded to her, holding the medical kit in one hand and helping Lu Wuqing to the room with the other.

Mother Song looked at the two people's backs and frowned slightly.

In the room, Song Chuyi quickly helped Lu Wuqing clean his wounds.

There was a stab wound on his back, as if it had been stabbed suddenly from behind.

The person who could stab Lu Wuqing into this wound from behind must be someone Lu Wuqing trusted very much. It seemed like he would have to clean up his insides after he woke up.

After Song Chuyi took care of the wound, he let Lu Wuqing fall asleep first, while he got up and went out.

"Aunt Song, where is the cup? I want to pour a cup of warm water for Brother Lu."

Song's mother went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Song Chuyi with complicated eyes.

"Xiao Chu, you have lived here for more than 20 years, how could you not know that the cup is in the kitchen?"

"You..." she sighed softly, "are you blaming us?"

Song Chuyi shook his head, "I don't blame you, it's just that I returned to my biological parents, and everything here is just a passing cloud to me."

"I threw away the memory of this place, so naturally I don't know where the cup is."

The main reason was that the original memory was messy and messy. He was too lazy to sort out his memory, so he made this excuse.

Mother Song sighed again, "Since this is your choice, I won't stop it."

"It's just...how are you doing in the Lu family?"

"It's good." Song Chu smiled and said, "Aunt Song, you don't have to worry."

Mother Song felt relieved now.

Song Chuyi nodded towards her, "Aunt Song, I'll go back to the room first."

He said turning around and walking towards the room.

Song's mother hesitated for a moment, then called out to Song Chuyi.

"Xiao Chu, Xiao Qing..."

This was the first time that Xu cared about the child who was supposed to be his biological son. Mother Song's tone sounded a little stiff.

"Brother Lu, he's fine." Song Chuyi said proactively, "I just have to live here for the past half month to recuperate."

"Ah? Oh, okay, okay." Mother Song's reaction was a little slow, "Then...then I'll ask the school for a few days off."

"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it."

"Just be lighter." Song Chuyi replied, nodded to her, and returned to Lu Wuqing's room.

As he closed the door, Lu Wuqing's voice came from behind.

"This is not my home."

His voice was still hoarse, but also a little more emotional.

Song Chuyi walked to the bed with warm water and sat down.

"This will be your home from now on."

"Master Lu, would you like some water?"

He handed the cup to Lu Wuqing's mouth and motioned for him to drink a little.

Lu Wuqing took a sip and turned his head, "You can take me to the hospital or find a hotel."

Instead of taking him back to the Song family.

Song Chuyi responded with a smile: "If the hospital checks your stab wound, I won't be able to explain it clearly."

"As for the hotel, my whole body only costs fifty yuan right now. Are you sure there is a hotel in Beijing that costs fifty yuan?"

Considering the price in Beijing, the cheapest hotel costs 100 yuan, and it is the hourly room type.

He couldn't even afford an hourly room with the fifty yuan.

Lu Wuqing obviously didn't expect Song Chuyi to be so poor, and he frowned.

"The Song family didn't give you living expenses?"

"Give it." Song Chuyi put the water glass on the bedside table, "I used it before."

Lu Wuqing's eyes flashed slightly but he said nothing.

In the past, Song Chuyi was indeed uneducated and loved to reward anchors, so naturally he didn't have any savings.

But the fact that he only had fifty yuan was beyond his expectations.

Lu Wuqing seemed to have thought of something, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, "Are you going to let Qi Fang raise you and Lu Wu?"

Song Chuyi did not answer his words, but asked in confusion, "Master Lu, tell me the truth, what is your attitude towards Qi Fang?"

Lu Wuqing sneered, "Stupid poor thing."

Song Chuyi was thoughtful and suddenly leaned forward, "What about me?"

"You?" Lu Wuqing's eyes dimmed and his throat moved slightly, "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm just curious." Song Chuyi laughed, "You were obviously very alert when we were in the alley just now, but when I said I was sent by Song Chuyi, you relaxed and passed out."

"so……"

He stretched out his hand, and his pink fingertips landed on Lu Wuqing's heart.

"Master Lu, do you trust me so much?"

Trust him so much that you are willing to trust him with your life?