Staring at the other party's dress, four words came to Luo Wanqing's mind.
Unkempt.
She averted her eyes and kept her back straight, which was in sharp contrast to the person in front of her.
"If Mr. Song doesn't have enough time to prepare, then I'm not in a hurry. Mr. Song can pack himself up and talk to me again."
With a long smile, Song Changheng didn't answer. He sat down directly next to Luo Wanqing and put his hand on Luo Wanqing's knee.
"Wanwan, why bother with our relationship?"
"This is a project document I asked the company to prepare specially for your charity. Take a look."
Goosebumps appeared all over his body, and a chill started from his knees and swept through Luo Wanqing's body at an extremely fast speed.
What is their relationship?
Apart from occasional encounters at work and unpleasant memories from the past, what relationship do they have?
Luo Wanqing stood up without mercy and sat on the small sofa beside him.
She didn't hide her disgust at all and looked straight at Song Changheng.
"Mr. Song, I don't think our relationship is so close that you would dress like this to talk about a project with me."
"Tzu Chi is not joking, and I am not here to play with you. If your personal image and attitude can represent the Song family, then I think there is no need for us to cooperate."
Luo Wanqing's words were sonorous and powerful. She carved out a small space in the dirty room and sat in it cleanly.
After finishing the conversation, Song Changheng was so fiercely criticized, but he still smiled and just glanced at the cup Luo Wanqing had just used.
"Okay." Song Changheng meaningfully picked up the cup and rubbed it repeatedly in his hands, "Since we feel that my clothes are inappropriate, then I will change my clothes."
"But before we formally negotiate the contract, I want to show you something..."
Song Changheng picked up the remote control on the coffee table with his other hand, clicked it, and the curtains in the room slowly closed.
The sudden darkness made Luo Wanqing instantly on guard.
She stared closely at Song Changheng and noticed that his lips seemed to be moving slightly.
An action of counting seconds.
The next second, the remote control was put back on the table. Song Changheng walked to the bookshelf and pressed down the second book on the top.
Immediately, there was a harsh "squeaking" sound in the room, like wood scratching the floor hard, or like the painful roar of hundreds of elephants.
When the sound ended, a sudden and strange red broke into Luo Wanqing's eyes.
This place looks like an old-fashioned CD store, with a row of CDs on the wall, but the CDs are packaged strangely, all in white boxes.
The only difference is the words on it.
The ballpoint pen crookedly wrote, Bao Hanxiang, Xian Baimeng, Rong Yan... Under the names of different girls, some were marked thirteen and some were marked fourteen.
Looking deeper into the room, the old CD shop turned into a prison cell. There were various unsightly torture instruments, and there were even things that had been solidified by milky white liquid.
Bold speculations came to mind, and my stomach was churning.
Everything in front of her was much filthier than the Hongmen Banquet she had imagined. She stared angrily at Song Changheng who had locked the door.
brute!
Peeling off his shirt with both hands, Song Changheng's waist and abdomen, which he had never managed at all, were exposed.
Although he is not a potbelly, he has the kind of loose fat that a middle-aged person has.
A few chest problems lay weakly on his chest, giving off a somewhat half-dead feeling.
"Since you're not in a hurry, let's take our time."
"You are still young and don't know that there are so many things to enjoy in the world."
"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you..."
At this point, Luo Wanqing finally realized where those looks in her eyes that made her subconsciously feel physically uncomfortable, and those good things about Song Changheng that made her puzzled, came from.
The man in front of me is an out-and-out pervert, a beast who deserves to be cut into pieces!
"You're going to hell."
As if he heard a joke, Song Changheng smiled leisurely, his narrowed eyes glowing lustfully.
"It doesn't matter. As long as I can enjoy it with Wanwan before going to hell, it's worth it if I go down to the eighteenth floor."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Changheng rushed towards him. His unfamiliar face seemed to be a different person from before, and even a faint bad breath reached the tip of Luo Wanqing's nose.
Luo Wanqing jumped up on the sofa, holding on to the back of the sofa with one hand, and turned over vigorously.
She rushed to the door in an instant and turned the doorknob with all her strength.
Song Changheng wailed in pain but was not annoyed. He looked at Luo Wanqing and pulled off the tie hanging around his neck.
"The door is locked from the outside, you can't get out."
"Wanwan, instead of struggling, why not enjoy it with me? You don't know, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you."
With the disgusting "confession" behind him, Luo Wanqing calmed down after trying several times to open the door to no avail.
She looked around and finally stopped at a light not far away.
Inexplicably, her limbs felt a little weak.
Noticing the changes in Luo Wanqing's body, Song Changheng's tone became more and more unscrupulous.
"Wanwan, I know you, you are good at punching and kicking, and you have a hot temper. So I specially made a little design in this room to help us have fun."
The implication is that he drugged him.
Scanning the cup on the table, Luo Wanqing's beautiful eyebrows twisted slightly. Suddenly, the strange fragrance in the air poured into the tip of her nose again, and her mind suddenly became clear. Song Changheng made preparations. When he poured the medicine into the cup, there was no air.
Spared!
"nausea."
"I'll just take it as your compliment."
The two kept moving their positions, and finally stood on the diagonal of the room.
Song Changheng's eyes became subtle, and he walked towards Luo Wanqing slowly step by step.
"Wanwan, come here obediently, and I will show you what the joy of life is."
"Dream!"
The sharp voice fell, and then something was thrown towards her. Song Changheng subconsciously stepped back, closed his eyes, and when he came to his senses again, he saw the girl's clothes hanging out in the wind as she climbed out of the window.
"Damn it!"
Everything happened too fast, Song Changheng was still immersed in the joy of enjoying the girl.
He turned around and opened the door. The locked door panel made him kick the door hard and yell, "Fuck!"
The people outside the door seemed to have heard the noise and hurriedly came over. When they opened the door, they saw Song Changheng squatting with a solemn expression on the spot where Luo Wanqing turned over.
He seemed to be holding something in his hand, his face was completely dark, and the atmosphere in the room was as solemn as hell.
"People ran away."
Although the tone was gentle, the servant trembled after hearing it, as if Song Changheng would throw her away in the next second.
Sure enough, Song Changheng threw the thing to the ground with a cold look.
"Look for her quickly! Look for her! If she escapes, it will be difficult for any of you!"
The huge room was instantly vacant.
Song Changheng also walked away, leaving only a mess on the ground.
By the window.
A piece of warm sunshine came in and stopped on a certain broken shell.
Get closer and the small words above become clearer.