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

Although the Song family is not a wealthy family, they would never go out by bus.

Song Chuyi had never taken a bus before, and Lu Wuqing even suspected that this was his first time taking a bus.

Did you start taking the bus after leaving the Song family? Or is it to act for him?

Lu Wuqing narrowed his eyes and followed Song Chuyi's figure, wondering what he was thinking.

After Song Chu got off the bus, he went straight to the entrance of the community. When passing by the snack vendors at the entrance, he paused.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he touched his pocket with his right hand, a look of pity flashed across his face, he moved his mouth twice, said something, and then walked towards the community.

Seeing this scene, Lu Wuqing had a thought in his mind, got out of the car and walked to the vendor selling hand cakes.

"What did that good-looking young man say just now?"

A good-looking young man... the stall owner immediately recalled it and said with a smile: "He said that my hand cakes are delicious! Do you want one of these guys?"

The strong Beijing dialect had an obvious Er-hua sound, but it reminded Lu Wuqing inexplicably of Song Chuyi's tone when he called him "Master Lu" when he was at the Song family just now.

Is it intentional? Or is it a habit?

When the stall owner saw that he didn't reply for a long time, he immediately became wary.

"Who are you?"

"I didn't say anything. If anything happens, don't come to me."

Lu Wuqing ignored the stall owner and walked towards the community with long legs.

He was very familiar with this road, so familiar that as soon as he stepped into this community, every cell in his body was screaming like crazy.

Destruction, fear, darkness...all kinds of negative emotions surged into his heart, making the haze between his brows even heavier.

He walked into Unit 10 of the community. There was no elevator in the dilapidated community, so he could only walk up the stairs step by step.

The narrow and narrow stairs were covered with dusty soil, and when you stepped on them, dust would fly up and settle on your trouser legs.

There was no one on the stairs, only the sound of his footsteps.

Lu Wu and Qi Fang lived on the third floor, neither high nor low. Within a few minutes, Lu Wuqing walked to the corner of the stairwell from the second floor to the third floor.

He hid his figure in the darkness and raised his eyes to look at the young man who was knocking on the door.

After knocking several times, the door was finally opened. A woman wearing a linen turtleneck quietly opened the door a crack. When she saw the strange young man outside, the woman was obviously taken aback.

"you are?"

"Song Chuyi." He grinned, "Your biological son."

The woman's pupils shrank, and she stretched out her thick, bruised hands to push Song Chuyi.

"Go, go quickly."

Song Chuyi was caught off guard by her push and took a small step back.

A rude voice came from the room, "Who is it?"

A flash of panic flashed in Qi Fang's eyes, "No, no one."

As she spoke, she motioned for Song Chuyi to leave quickly.

But Song Chuyi not only did not leave, but also raised his voice and said: "Lu Wu, I am your biological son Song Chuyi."

Heavy footsteps sounded, and within two seconds, the door was suddenly opened. The bald man with a beer belly looked up and down at Song Chuyi, the greed in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Biological son? Oh, yes, there is such a thing."

He secretly spat, "I just said that little bastard is not my son."

"Come in quickly and let me take a good look at my biological son."

Song Chuyi didn't move. He smelled a strong smell of alcohol and something moldy at the door. He didn't want to go in.

He looked at Qi Fang next to him, "Are there any chairs?"

Qi Fang nodded subconsciously.

Song Chu smiled at her and said, "Can you please bring me a chair?"

Qi Fang was a little hesitant, but Lu Wu next to him had flesh flying all over his face, "Go!"

Qi Fang could only turn around and get the chair.

Song Chuyi took the wooden chair that Qi Fang took out, patted the non-existent dust on it, and sat down.

Lu Wu had just drank and was not thinking clearly at the moment. When he saw him sitting down, he shook his beer belly and sneered.

"Okay! Are you going to show me off?"

He raised his fist and punched Song Chuyi in the face.

Song Chuyi tilted his head slightly and lightly held Lu Wu's fist.

"You can't beat me."

He just exerted slight force, and Lu Wu grimaced in pain, and he even woke up from the drunkenness.

Qi Fang, who was next to her, was too timid to speak, and looked at Song Chuyi with a hint of fear and doubt in her eyes.

Song Chuyi let go of Lu Wu and said with a smile: "I heard Brother Lu said that you are addicted to drinking and gambling?"

Lu Wu sighed, "Are you listening to what that little bastard said?"

"Ah, by the way, I don't like your name very much." Song Chuyi lowered his hand, grabbed a corner of the wooden chair, and pulled off the legs of the chair with a strong force.

He tried his hand strength and said, "Well, it's not bad."

"If you let me hear those three words again, I will hit you. Is that okay?"

Lu Wu didn't believe that Song Chuyi would hit him, and said arrogantly: "You dare? I am your father!"

"How can any son beat me? You are going to beat me..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Chuyi spanked Lu Wu with a chair leg.

Lu Wu looked shocked. He didn't know whether he was shocked that Song Chuyi actually spanked him, or that he actually spanked him!

butt! He hasn't been spanked in years!

In his brain numbed by alcohol, he only vaguely remembered that when he was very young, he made a mistake and was severely spanked by his father.

No one has fought since then, right? Even if you lose in the casino, those people will slap you on the stomach and back, not on the butt!

Lu Wu's fat face turned red, he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed.

Qi Fang, who was next to her, didn't dare to say a word and was very submissive. She was afraid that the two of them would see her.

"Okay, I am also a reasonable person." Song Chu waved his hand, holding the chair leg with his right hand, crossing his legs, resting his left hand on his knee, smiling brightly, "I have left the Song family, and now I want to go back Lu family life.”

"Since this is my first time back, we have to make an agreement."

Lu Wu endured the pain and said, "What do you want to do?"

Song Chuyi smiled and said, "First of all, I am twenty-three years old and an adult with full rights to act independently."

"Since your life will be a mess without me, I now declare that I will officially become the talkative person of the Lu family."

"In this family, everything must be obeyed by me."

"As little as daily necessities as food, rice, oil and salt, as big as getting sick at work, you all have to listen to my arrangements."

Lu Wu smiled viciously, "Who do you think you are? How dare you order me!"

"That little bastard..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Chuyi spanked him again.

Lu Wu covered his buttocks with a look of humiliation.

"Fuck you!"

He was greeted with a series of spankings.

Lu Wuqing, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene and his eyes became darker and darker.

What does Song Chuyi want to do?