647: Chapter 636 647: Chapter 636 “I know, there’s a venue on the north side of the development zone, just leave it to Xie zi,” Wang Hu said with a smile.
“Thanks, Brother Yun, Brother Hu,” Xie zi hastily nodded, unaware that because of him, the course of history had changed twice.
Once when he saved the Kirin, and the second time when he didn’t report to Wang Hu yesterday.
This indirectly caused Song Yun to become enemies with Kunpeng.
However, becoming enemies with Kunpeng also enhanced Song Yun’s physical condition significantly; whether this was good or bad, only time would tell.
After Song Yun finished speaking, he pushed open the door of the ward.
The Kirin looked at Song Yun calmly, silent.
“My man saved you,” Song Yun said indifferently.
“That means I owe you a favor,” Kirin said, raising an eyebrow.
“No, no, no, I don’t need your favor,” Song Yun shook a finger.
“What do you want then?” Kirin frowned.
“I just wanted to tell you, Qingluan is mine,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Just you?
Do you know what Qingluan’s status represents?” Kirin scoffed derisively.
“I don’t know, and even if I did, what use would it be?
From now on, stay away from her.”
“It seems you still don’t understand,” Kirin shook his head.
Song Yun smiled, “I don’t mind not understanding, as long as Qingluan stays with me.”
“You’re very optimistic,” Kirin scoffed again.
“It looks like you’re in my hands now,” Song Yun observed, “You should understand your situation.”
“Then kill me,” Kirin said.
“Do you really think I wouldn’t dare?” Song Yun stared at Kirin, “No one knows you’re here with me, if I kill you, even your brother wouldn’t be able to find out.”
“You could try,” Kirin said, “after all, I’ve already called my brother.”
Song Yun looked speechlessly at the cell phone in Kirin’s hand, and then at Xie zi outside the door.
Seeing Song Yun look his way, and that Kirin was holding his cell phone, Xie zi thought Kirin was thanking Song Yun for lending his phone and shyly nodded at Song Yun.
“Damn it,” Song Yun rubbed his temples in frustration, “now I can’t touch you.”
“I know.”
“But I can mess with you,” Song Yun laughed and promptly pulled out the IV drip from Kirin’s arm.
“Are you still a part of the Song Family or what, being so petty?” Kirin angrily said.
“I forgot to tell you, I had a fight with your brother yesterday.”
“You lost miserably.”
“Tell your brother, I’ll personally go to Yanjing to settle the score about Qingluan.”
“Huh?
What’s with Qingluan?
What are you talking about?” Kirin demanded.
Song Yun turned and left the ward, speaking to Wang Hu at the door, “Let’s have our people pull out.”
“Alright,” Wang Hu nodded and waved to the others.
“Let’s go, we’ll come back another day,” Song Yun greeted and then left the hospital.
Just at the entrance, Song Yun encountered that celestial-like man.
The two passed by each other without any interaction.
Sitting in the car, Song Yun took several deep breaths.
During the brief encounter with Kunpeng, Song Yun’s killing intent had soared to the extreme.
Yet Kunpeng seemed utterly indifferent, not even sparing Song Yun a glance as he walked into the hospital.
“Song Yun, you’re still not strong enough, you can only endure!!
Just endure!!” Song Yun clenched his fists, unaware that the veins on his trembling hands had oddly swelled up again, only to vanish in the blink of an eye.
The uncertainty of the S2 serum, activated by Kunpeng’s third move last time, brought unforeseen consequences to Song Yun.
Even the Ergou couple didn’t know what it might be.
Time flew by, and Song Yun spent this period slowly encroaching on Fierce Tiger’s remaining turf and busy recording programs.
“Song Yun, you’ve been gone all day, where have you been?” As soon as he walked in, Li Shishi gently held Song Yun’s hand.
Song Yun looked at Li Shishi, puzzled about what this girl was plotting.
“Yeah, brother, I’ve missed you so much all day,” Song Yuxue also appeared gently on Song Yun’s other side, grabbing his other hand.
“This…” Just as Song Yun was about to speak, Liu Ran walked out with a towel, “Brother Song, you just got back?
Wash your face.”
Song Yun stared at Liu Ran, who then placed the towel over Song Yun’s face and gently wiped it.
Is this an illusion??
Song Yun shut his eyes hard, then suddenly opened them.
On his left, Li Shishi was clinging to his arm, and on his right, Song Yuxue was also holding onto his arm, while Liu Ran and Xiao Qing stood in front.
“What’s going on here?” Song Yun was momentarily stunned.
“Song Yun, come, this is the apple I peeled for you,” Qingluan came out of the kitchen, holding a peeled apple.
“What’s all this about?” Although Song Yun often fantasized about being flanked by beauties, such a foundation had to be established first.
The scene before him seemed bizarre!
What was up with these people?
“Well, Song Yun, here’s the thing,” Li Shishi spoke as if Song Yun still looked very confused, “Tomorrow is Sunday, right?”
“Yes,” Song Yun nodded.
“And then, we’re off work, and Yuxue and the others don’t have classes.
It’d be boring with nothing to do, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, what about it?”
“Well, aren’t you going to that Superwoman contest tomorrow?
We’ve never seen a talent show live before, so…
can we come with you?” Li Shishi’s eyes widened excitedly as she leaned slightly forward, a softness reaching Song Yun.
“Are you trying to bribe me?” Song Yun immediately understood and couldn’t help but smile, “Well, you know, there are rules to these things.
We can’t play favorites.”
“Oh, come on, Song Yun, you know you can make it happen, can’t you?
Our dear Song Yun?” Li Shishi’s voice was incredibly sweet, even sweeter than some actresses’, and her gesture sent Song Yun into raptures.
“Well, let me think about it,” Song Yun pondered aloud.
“Oh, brother, just let us come and see!” Song Yuxue also chimed in sweetly.
“Alright then,” Song Yun finally gave in proudly, “Tomorrow, you all can come with me.”
“Yay, Song Yun, you’re the best!
Girls, let’s scatter,” Li Shishi cheered, and everyone immediately ran off to play on the computer.
This…Song Yun, watching everyone dash off to their computers, called out in frustration, “Can you not abandon me like this after crossing the bridge?
Qingluan, at least let me have a bite of the apple?”
Qingluan looked conflicted at the apple in her hand, then back at Song Yun, “I’m hungry.”
“Alright then,” Song Yun shook his head resignedly and went upstairs.