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

The music continued, but Song Chuyi stopped and walked to Lu Wuqing's side.

The tail finger hooked his big hand hanging on one side and circled his hard index finger.

"You used to come here often on weekends?"

Lu Wuqing raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then what did the aunt tell you?"

"Yeah!" Song Chuyi pulled him to the side, "She said you would come here and sit here at five or six o'clock on weekends, and you would sit there for five or six hours."

"She's also a little afraid that you covet their pension."

He laughed as he spoke.

The next second, he heard Lu Wuqing say: "I have had such an idea."

The laughter stopped suddenly, and he looked at Lu Wuqing blankly.

"I often think when I sit here, if only I had money."

"These elderly people are good targets for robbery."

It was a past that he didn't want to mention, full of insults and beatings, and the smell of alcohol that almost buried his life.

Song Chuyi swallowed quietly, "Then you didn't really take any action, right?"

"Yeah." Lu Wuqing pinched Song Chuyi's little finger and held it in his palm, "There are better targets for robbery than them."

It’s not that I don’t want to do it, but that I have a better choice.

What this means is that if there is no better choice, he will really take action.

Song Chuyi understood the meaning of these words and asked tentatively: "What is a better target for robbery?"

"Those delinquent teenagers who are running around in major schools." Lu Wuqing pulled him out of the park. "They bully the weak and fear the strong. Even if they are robbed, they will not tell their parents, let alone call the police."

Song Chuyi somewhat agreed with Lu Wuqing's words. These people were indeed good targets for robbery.

Wait, is that the point?

The key point should be not to rob!

He was about to open his mouth, but Lu Wuqing seemed to have guessed what he wanted to say and spoke first.

"That's the only way I can survive."

Song Chuyi shut up.

Not far from the park is a school. The school seemed a bit empty on Saturdays, with only the guard wandering around.

Song Chuyi looked at the empty school gate, and an idea flashed in his head.

"You came here to sit here on Friday and Saturday because you didn't want to go home?"

Lu Wuqing paused, looked down at him, and didn't respond.

"You lived on campus in middle and high school? You didn't want to go home after school on Friday so you came here and sat down?"

"You have to go back to school on the weekend. You can go to school in advance, so you don't come here?"

Lu Wuqing stared at him for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

"You're quite smart."

He bent down slightly, almost getting in front of Song Chuyi's face.

Hot breath sprayed and landed on his cheeks, causing a blush.

"The school is much better than that home."

He raised his hand to hold Song Chuyi's head, and lowered his big hand to cover his eyes.

"Little liar, stop trying to trick me, okay?"

Song Chuyi blinked, and his long eyelashes gently brushed Lu Wuqing's palm.

slightly itchy.

Lu Wuqing put down his hands, took a step forward, and walked towards the car first.

Song Chuyi stood there and looked at his back, stayed there for a few seconds, and then quickly caught up with him.

"Brother Qing, wait for me~"

The voice is soft and a little sweet.

Lu Wuqing stood beside the car, looking sideways at him running towards him.

The light fell behind him and seemed to converge on him.

There seemed to be a voice in my heart saying: The light is running towards him.

He reached out and caught the light.

From now on, the light should belong to him.

Lu Wuqing felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart and pulled him into the car.

Song Chuyi originally thought that Lu Wuqing would take him back to the Song family, but the unfamiliar scenery on both sides of the road still made him doubtful.

"This is what we are doing?"

He turned his head and looked at Lu Wuqing, "Where are you going?"

"Go back to my house." Lu Wuliang held his hand on the steering wheel, "Don't you want to go?"

Song Chuyi patted his head, he had mentioned this matter.

But he just mentioned it today and he took her back?

Isn't this too fast?

Before he could ask any more questions, the car had already driven into the underground parking lot.

This actually surprised him. He thought Lu Wuqing would live in a villa, but he didn't expect that he would just live in a high-end community.

He followed him out of the car and onto the elevator.

The high-rise building here is designed with elevator entry, and there is only one store on one floor, making it a truly large flat floor.

When you stand at a high place, you can have an unobstructed view of the entire Beijing city.

It's just a bit cold up there, and as soon as the windows are opened, the howling cold wind goes straight into the body.

Song Chuyi nestled himself on the sofa, determined not to go near the floor-to-ceiling window.

Lu Wuqing, on the other hand, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to him. He was tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, full of heroic spirit.

He put one hand in his pocket and looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Chuyi took out his cell phone on a whim and took a picture of his back.

The light and shadow formed an image in the mobile phone, and actually entangled Lu Wuqing into something called "atmosphere".

Song Chuyi was very satisfied with this photo and simply set it as a screensaver.

After setting it up, he had time to look at his production backend. When the paid amount of the backend came into view, his eyes widened suddenly.

"One, two, three..."

He counted one by one, the expression on his face becoming more and more shocked.

"Fifty million!"

The number of payments actually exceeded 50 million! And it’s still rising!

This...he was a little confused, what happened?

Song Chuyi raised his head and looked at Lu Wuqing's back, and couldn't help but ask: "Did you threaten your people to download my mini-game?"

That's not right. Fifty million is not fifty and a half million.

No matter how powerful Lu Wuqing is, he can't threaten so many people, right?

"Look at the hot searches."

Lu Wuqing's voice came from the floor-to-ceiling window.

Song Chuyi immediately opened the hot search, and after reading it, he was still in a daze.

[Jump to the top] The mini-game actually ranked first in the hot searches, and the second place was still CP Big Stew.

He originally just wanted to make three to five million, but now he suddenly became a multimillionaire?

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Lu Wuqing looked at him at some point.

The young man's expression was in a trance, and his extremely beautiful pupils were filled with starlight, which was extremely beautiful.

He raised his feet and walked towards him, his tall figure casting a thick shadow on the ground.

The shadow quickly enveloped Song Chuyi, wrapping his body so that nothing was exposed.

Song Chuyi came back from his trance and raised his little face, with some obvious doubts on his beautiful face.

Because of the backlight, he could not clearly see the expression on Lu Wuqing's face, but his body gradually became cold, as if he was being targeted by some ferocious beast.

His slender, green-white fingers consciously grasped the sofa beneath him, and his fingertips were tense and faintly white.

"Brother Qing?"

His voice was soft, as if mixed with honey, so sweet that it was touching.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Innocent and curious, but also like that seductive nightingale.