Chapter 78 3. Heal the injury

Under the warm light of the kitchen.

Song Wenbin raised his hands in a toasting gesture.

But the small goblet used to hold wine broke in Song Wenbin's hand. The sharp broken glass pierced Song Wenbin's palm. Blood and Wuliangye fell from his raised palm and dripped into the chicken soup below.

Color the yellow chicken stock red.

Opposite him, his uncle Song Weimin looked blankly at the bloody palm in front of him, the fat on his face hanging down.

Song Wenbin didn't feel any pain. In fact, he was curious about why this small glass was so useless and broke just after being pinched. Maybe he did use some force, but as a carrier of civilization, it shouldn't be

It's so fragile.

Li Yue was startled and screamed: "Your hands...?"

"The quality of the glass is not good." Song Wenbin lowered his head and looked at his uncle and said slowly: "It will break if you pinch it a little."

Song Weimin looked at Song Wenbin with a pale face, looking at this nephew who seemed very familiar but was actually very strange, like a faded clown. He was so drunk that he couldn't say a word.

Knowing his son is more like his father, Song Siping suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "Why don't you be careful? I'll have a good meal, let's see what you do!"

Song Wenbin hung up Huo Yu's call directly.

The world finally became quiet.

"Where are you?"

She was humming while driving, looking in a good mood.

Huo Yu had a cold face and pushed him into the car without saying a word.

The probing tone on the other end of the phone immediately turned into a familiar ferocity.

Song Siping was shocked. He said angrily: "What will you do if you don't do the work of the telecommunications company!? Do you think I don't know? Your account has been blocked!"

"Ouch!! Stop talking!!"

But there was no way. He had tried his best to endure it. If it weren't for the relationship between his parents, he wouldn't have been able to let others dictate at the table for so long. But he just couldn't stand it.

…

"I guessed it." Huo Yu said, "Are you in H City now?"

Huo Yu impatiently pushed him with his bag and said, "Get back in the car!"

Seeing this, Huo Yu turned sideways and helped him buckle his seat belt.

Then he dragged him out of the car door with a cold face.

Song Wenbin slowly let go of his hand, and the broken glass fell into the soup with a clatter, and also fell into the bowl in front of his uncle.

He sat on the curb, gritted his teeth and picked up the broken glass in his fingers, connecting his fingers to his heart. This pick almost made him faint from the pain, and the glass penetrated deeper than he imagined.

Song Wenbin had known that car for a long time, but he didn't want to say hello to it at all. In addition, he looked so embarrassed now that he didn't want to meet Huo Yu when he met anyone.

Song Wenbin was speechless: "And why are you in H City? Is China so small?"

"It's speeding! It's speeding!"

"You'd better find someone else to handle the telecommunications company's affairs."

"Are you bothered? Why are you looking for me this late at night?"

While the stitches were being stitched, Huo Yu kept leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

So annoying!!

No one answered his call.

There was a pharmacy on the roadside with the lights on, so he walked into the pharmacy and wanted to ask the pharmacy to buy some medicine. But the clerk at the pharmacy was shocked by the blood on his hands and only said that he was not a clinic and asked him to go to the clinic quickly.

Stop bleeding.

Huo Yu asked bluntly.

"The Baiyin Road near your home?"

It was a cool night in early autumn. Song Wenbin was walking on the road. The blood dripping from his fingertips did not cause him much pain. On the contrary, it made him feel a little relaxed. Whether he rented a house, stayed in a hotel or slept on the street, he

He doesn't mind. Maybe he should have done this a long time ago, maybe it was a mistake for him to come back, maybe he shouldn't expect so-called understanding in this world at all. Everyone just lives in their own habits, that's all.

"Who's fighting? I'm a good member of society." Song Wenbin muttered, "I accidentally broke it."

It was a good thing that Huo Yu didn't call. As soon as he finished the call, he felt that the relaxation in his fingers was no longer there, and there was a sharp pain from the place where he was punctured by the broken glass.

"Speak!?"

If he had not been blocked, if he had kept broadcasting, he would have had enough sources, and he would not have been evicted by the landlord, and he would not have encountered such a bad thing today.

"How do you know?"

Huo Yu didn't answer, but turned the steering wheel and slowly walked around H City, turning on the car music in his hand.

"Don't move." Huo Yu said.

Huo Yu clearly said before he joined the company that Seal Company would unblock him, but it has been two months and he has not seen the film. If this continues, there is no point in unblocking him. He is not Trump.

As soon as his account was restored, his followers would increase by 80 million. By the time his account was restored, his fans would have forgotten about him.

"What happened?" Huo Yu asked with a cold face.

After that, he strode back to his room without looking at his parents and uncle.

However, Li Yue was not one to give up easily. She began to make phone calls, send messages, and speak in long sentences.

Song Wenbin said calmly: "I have a job now, and I think the telecommunications company also needs more professional talents."

Song Siping stood at the door and shouted loudly.

"No." Huo Yu replied briefly.

Song Wenbin whispered, signaling Huo Yu to return the bag to him.

The car window opened, and Huo Yu's familiar head poked out of the car.

Song Wenbin shouted in his heart.

"Then why did you call me?" Song Wenbin asked.

Song Wenbin took out a tissue from the glove box, wiped the blood on the seat, and asked again: "Is the mission coming?"

Returning to the GTR, Huo Yu threw Song Wenbin's bag into the trunk, then got into the car again and started the car.

He took a deep breath and looked around.

Song Wenbin had no choice but to leave the pharmacy and walk to the nearest clinic.

Song Wenbin smelled the faint fragrance of her hair and looked away.

"Repair the car." Huo Yu said calmly.

…

"Hey! Do you still want to buy a house!!"

Huo Yu did not wear a seat belt and simply stepped on the accelerator and roared past the street, increasing the speed to more than 90 miles.

But someone asked slightly hoarsely: "Is it Song Wenbin?"

No matter why Huo Yu told him not to move, he had to find a clinic. Song Wenbin held his wrist and walked along Baiyin Road towards the clinic in his memory.

After fastening his seat belt, Huo Yu turned the steering wheel and drove out of the hospital along the underground garage.

Song Wenbin looked at the phone with questions in his mind.

However, before walking far, the phone rang again.

Song Wenbin said loudly: "What are you doing, trying to catch the fire!"

Song Wenbin did not answer the phone, but replied with one hand a message to see a doctor. Song Wenbin continued walking along the street.

It's an unfamiliar number.

But Huo Yu's sharp eyes immediately saw the blood drops on Song Wenbin's leg.

Song Wenbin didn't care what his father was calling, he picked up a black backpack that had been prepared in the room and threw it on his back. Then he opened the door and walked out without looking back.

Song Wenbin did not answer, but silently carried his bag and disappeared into the night.

He didn't know why this guy happened to call him when he was in the worst mood.

Song Wenbin took it out and saw that it belonged to his mother.

"What did I say?" Song Wenbin yelled: "We agreed to unblock the account, have you unblocked it!?"

"Are there any work tasks?" Song Wenbin asked.

By the time Song Wenbin came out of the hospital after finishing the procedure, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening.

Song Wenbin dodged Li Yue's hand without leaving any trace, and said to his uncle Song Weimin: "Sorry, uncle, I have been working out recently and my hands are a bit strong. Don't mind."

He was very sad.
To be continued...