Chapter 372 Brother, you're back
Song Jingyi leaned back lazily in his chair, his eyes half-closed, a cigarette between his long, strong fingers.
White smoke rose upwards, wisps curling around the back of his hand.
This forms a stark contrast with tattoos.
His hand tapped the armrest slowly and rhythmically, accompanying Qu Lulu's screams.
Two cigarettes' worth of time passed.
The roar of a motorcycle could be heard outside the door.
"Oh, my sister Mu Zi is here." Bored, A-Cheng jumped up from the ground and looked at the door with a smile.
Dressed in all black, Mu Zi held a helmet in her hand, her eyes fixed on the woman who was terrified and acting like a madwoman.
"Brother Yi".
"Hmm," Song Jingyi flicked his cigarette ash, "Is Xiaoyu asleep? How is she?"
“Miss is fine and has not been affected. She is very happy today,” Mu Zi explained. “Long Yu said he wanted to recognize Miss as his god-sister, and she agreed.”
"Hmm," Song Jingyi replied lazily, "Xiaoyu told me, it's nothing."
"Brother Yi, can I help?" Mu Zi was eager to finish and go back, afraid that the young lady would find out she wasn't there.
"Go ahead." Song Jingyi nodded.
Mu Zi tossed the helmet to A Cheng, her eyes filled with endless coldness, and walked step by step into the cage.
"Why can't I do it? I've done so much work, how come she gets everything as soon as she arrives?" Acheng, holding his helmet, stood in front of Song Jingyi. "I have to do it too."
Song Jingyi lifted his eyelids and glanced at him. "Did I tie you up?"
The person who was about to continue complaining paused for a second, then burst into laughter, "Boss, I love you."
Just as I was about to toss away the odds and ends in my hand, I suddenly remembered that it was Sister Muzi's helmet.
"Here you go, Wood, take this."
Chen Mo caught the helmet steadily, too lazy to waste words with him.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, so he took it out and looked at it.
"Brother Yi, Miss is on the phone."
Song Jingyi threw the cigarette butt on the ground, held the pure black cell phone, and walked out of the factory.
"Little Fish, are you still awake?" he asked softly.
"Brother, are you back?" Shen Buyu's voice was hoarse from just waking up.
"Yeah, I just arrived," he didn't want to lie to his sister. "I'll come see you tomorrow, I brought you a present."
"Brother, is Qu Lulu in your hands?" Shen Buyu asked.
"You don't need to worry about this, Xiaoyu, be good, go to sleep," Song Jingyi coaxed her softly.
After a moment of silence, Shen Buyu slowly spoke, "Brother, I shouldn't interfere with your actions, nor should I use my moral standards to bind you. I just don't want you to bear the burden of a life because of me."
She could roughly guess his style of doing things.
She didn't blame him; in fact, she felt sorry for him.
Because she knew that in the environment in which he grew up, if he wasn't ruthless, he would be the one to die.
But the current situation is a different story.
Her life was not threatened, and she didn't even care about the public opinion.
Therefore, she was even more unwilling for her own brother to get his hands on that scumbag's blood.
It's not worth it.
Her brother is the best brother in the world. He protects her, and she wants to protect him in return.
Song Jingyi looked up at the full moon in the sky, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up.
His sister spoke softly, and every word she said touched his heart.
She's so quiet and gentle, he just wants to listen to her obediently.
"Okay, I got it. I won't kill her. I'll send her back later and let the law punish her, okay?"
Shen Buyu was satisfied with this. "Where are you? When are you coming back? I'll come to your villa later and cook you some noodles."
“One hour,” Song Jingyi estimated the time. “There’s no one at the villa. You’ll be scared if you go there. I’ll tell you when I get back.”
"Then hurry up while making sure it's safe, you haven't tried my noodles yet."
Song Jingyi hung up the phone, feeling extremely relieved.
He glanced at his watch, wanting nothing more than to go home as soon as possible and taste the clear broth noodles that Shen Yanzhou and Si Jingxu had posted on their WeChat Moments.
"Brother Yi, what should we do with this woman?" Chen Mo and Ze Ming had been watching the commotion for a while, and Mu Zi and A Cheng were cooperating quite well.
"Keep them alive, we'll send them back later." Song Jingyi walked to the cage. "You two, you're leaving."
"No, boss, this is just the beginning, what's the rush?" Acheng loves to torture people slowly, and this is like the appetizer being served to him.
“Xiaoyu is awake,” Song Jingyi stared at the back of Muzi’s head. “She knows you’re not here, and she also knows I’m back, so she’s urging us to go back.”
This person, who is usually quiet, surprisingly offered a few more words of explanation.
Mu Zi paused for a moment.
Oh no, why is Miss awake?
"Brother Yi, I'm leaving now." Mu Zi slashed Qu Lulu's face again.
“Together, she told us to go back and eat noodles.” Song Jingyi kicked Acheng’s butt again. “You play slowly, don’t kill him. We’ll send him back to where we caught him later.”
After saying that, he turned around nimbly.
Ah Cheng immediately realized something was wrong. The young lady was offering him a delicious meal but wasn't taking him along?
That won't work.
"I'm leaving too, I'm leaving too." Acheng quickly packed up his tools and called out to the others, "Listen to the boss's orders."
Song Jingyi and his group rushed to the villa, arriving at 3:30 a.m.
He held his phone, unsure whether to text his sister.
What if she falls asleep because she's too tired, and we wake her up?
Just as they were hesitating, Chen Mo, who was driving in front, said, "Brother Yi, there are people at the villa."
Unlike the Shen family, Song Jingyi's family had a large number of housekeepers and servants.
He prefers quiet and doesn't want anyone to hear about his work.
The cleaning staff and cooks only appear at specific times.
He wasn't there at night; there was no one around.
At that moment, his home was brightly lit.
Even the small light outside the door was always on, as if it was waiting for them to come back.
“It must be Miss,” Acheng said, opening the car door before the car had even come to a complete stop. “It must be my Miss.”
Song Jingyi followed closely behind.
As soon as Shen Buyu hung up the phone, all her sleepiness vanished. She wanted to make a late-night snack for Song Jingyi and the others.
But she was really scared, so she knocked on Shen Yunqi's door.
Young Master Shen, dressed in his pajamas, leaned against the sofa in Song Jingyi's living room, yawning and watching TV.
"Yunqi, you've come too."
"Jingyi, you're back!" Shen Yunqi stood up and shouted towards the kitchen. "Buyu, cook some noodles."
Shen Buyu, dressed in pink bunny-fuzzy pajamas with a black apron tied around her neck, ran out with a spatula in her hand, exclaiming, "Brother! You're back!"
Song Jingyi felt a warmth in his heart.
He couldn't describe how he felt.
My initial reason for buying this house was to be closer to her.
But it was only at this moment that he understood the true meaning of home.
The size of the house doesn't matter; what matters is that there are people willing to leave a light on in this warm place.
Light up the way home.
His eyes were hot, his throat was choked with emotion, he wanted to respond to her, but dared not speak.
He could only smile and nod at her.
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