Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 235 Please Let Me Free a Meal 4

"If you encounter any trouble, feel free to come to me anytime." The man handed Song Xianyin his business card.

He looked at the girl in front of him and felt extremely sorry for her.

They couldn't get enough to eat, they couldn't dress well, and their minds were being controlled.

He didn't know if he could save her, but he didn't want to see the person in front of him fall into such a state of depravity.

Song Xianyin looked at the business card and remained silent for a while: "I'm a respectable person."

The man paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, Miss, I'm a respectable person. I didn't mean anything by it."

Song Xuanran, who was standing next to him, wanted to say something, but the bodyguard had already covered his mouth.

Don't they know their CEO doesn't like hearing him speak?

"I can help you pay back that woman's money, but I hope you'll think carefully about whether this person in front of you is really right for you."

The waiter nodded in agreement.

He ate so much, and his girlfriend was right next to him, but he didn't even glance at her while he was eating. You couldn't tell they were a couple at all.

Song Xianyin sincerely thanked the man.

Song Xuanran chimed in with a sarcastic remark, "No need to thank me. People like them have so much money they can't even spend it all, they don't care about such a small amount."

The man's smile didn't reach his eyes: "It's not that bad."

Song Xuanran wanted to say something, but the next second he was pulled out by the bodyguard.

"Your emotional intelligence is really low, let us teach you a lesson."

It finally quieted down.

The man looked at Song Xianyin and asked patiently, "Is there anything else you'd like to eat?"

Song Xianyin shook her head: "Thank you for today, sir, but I still want to say..."

"My boyfriend is usually quite nice to me."

The man smiled, indicating his understanding.

He has gained a new understanding of her romantic nature.

When Song Xuanran returned, his face was swollen and bruised, and he looked at Song Xianyin with tears welling up in his eyes.

What a despicable group of people! He won't let them get away with this.

"You've really worked hard today, here's a little something for you." Song Xianyin pulled out a few banknotes.

Song Xuanran covered his face and remained silent, simply walking forward with his head down.

Song Xianyin helplessly blocked his way: "Stop throwing a tantrum. Didn't you say before that you'd be willing to be beaten up as long as someone paid you?"

Song Xuanran accused, "I was the one who got beaten, but you're the one who took the money."

Are you the same?

Song Xianyin said somewhat guiltily, "What do you mean 'yours' and 'mine'? Aren't they all ours? You can take these first."

Song Xuanran held the money and tried to snatch the rest from her hand, but Song Xianyin held on tightly and wouldn't let go.

The two soon started fighting on the road.

Just then, a luxury car drove by.

The bodyguard glanced at them and drove smoothly: "Boss, that coward even stole his girlfriend's money."

The man frowned: "Respect individual fate, put aside the urge to save lives."

The bodyguard gave him a speechless look. That's what he said, but who knows how many times he's saved people's lives.

But every time, that love-struck girl ends up siding with her boyfriend.

"He's not a real man. He has a girlfriend but he's still messing around with other women," the bodyguard in the passenger seat complained.

They've come knocking on our door; who can tolerate something like this?

The man's voice was deep: "Next time you see him betraying Miss Song, teach him a good lesson."

She definitely wouldn't have the heart to hit him.

Song Xuanran took the few bills and immediately went to buy clothes. With such a handsome face, he deserved the best clothes.

The sales assistant stood in front of the mirror, and for the first time, she found herself unable to offer any compliments.

Song Xuanran's hair was like firecrackers, his face was covered in bruises, and there were some wounds on the corners of his mouth.

It looks good upon closer inspection, but most people wouldn't dare to look closely.

"Does it look good?" Song Xuanran stood proudly in front of the mirror, straightening his clothes.

The sales assistant forced a smile: "He's extremely handsome."

She silently stared at the black border on the mirror.

Song Xuanran was very satisfied with the sales assistant's praise.

He winked at her: "Being complimented by a pretty girl makes the whole world seem brighter."

The sales assistant froze instantly. Couldn't he have looked at his own face when he did that?

She felt harassed.

On his way, Song Xuanran ran into a high school classmate and they chatted for a few minutes.

Before they could exchange more than a few words, a group of men in black suits suddenly approached them.

"You coward, you're seeing other women again!"

"Hey, no!" Song Xuanran quickly stopped them, wondering if they had misunderstood something.

But before he could finish speaking, he was dragged into an alley and beaten up.

"You scumbag! Your girlfriend treated you so well and you still cheated on her!"

"This is absolutely heinous!"

In the end, Song Xuanran looked at their retreating figures with a look of utter despair.

Are they from the Qing Dynasty? Just because a man and a woman stand together doesn't mean they're in love, okay?

Song Xianyin bought a lot of things to decorate the room, as well as a lot of dehumidifier bags, because she was really fed up with the humidity in the room.

Song Xuanran limped back and saw the carpet on the other side of the curtain.

"Why would you put a carpet in such a dilapidated house? It's damp and will get dirty in no time."

Song Xianyin glanced at the injury on his face and handed him the medicine box.

"It's not like it's being paved over your side, why are you making such a fuss?"

In the same space, the two of them slept in completely opposite places, one under the sky and the other on the ground.

Song Xuanran's place only had a bed, a quilt, and a pillow; there was nothing else.

On Song Xianyin's side, the bed sheets and duvet covers were new, and the walls were covered with wallpaper, though some of the edges were already curled up. There was also a plastic wardrobe.

“Take off your clothes, you’re covered in mud.” Song Xianyin glared at him angrily.

Song Xuanran shrugged and took off his coat.

He stood in front of her mirror, squinting, as he skillfully applied medicine to himself, and chuckled, "People these days are getting more and more cruel."

Song Xianyin frowned: "Who did you go flirting with this time? It must be someone's boyfriend coming to your door."

Previously, Song Xuanran relied on her good looks to flirt with rich people, only to be beaten up by their boyfriends.

She even said she'd mess with him every time she saw him.

Song Xianyin couldn't bear to watch him apply the medicine, so she stood in front of him and impatiently applied the medicine for him.

"Could you please not come here again next time? This is my territory."

"What do you mean 'yours' and 'mine'? Aren't they all ours?" Song Xuanran sat on a small stool. He was tall and looked somewhat comical sitting on it.

He sniffed and laughed, "People always say there's dampness in the house, but there isn't. It smells like laundry detergent."

Smells good.

Song Xianyin was too lazy to tell him: "Yes, there is something wrong with your nose."

Living in a house like this for a long time will definitely make you sick when you get old.

Song Xuanran yawned, feeling sleepy, and pushed Song Xianyin away, saying, "Stop wiping, stop wiping. Your brother is so sleepy right now, I want to sleep for a while."

His eyes were almost closed.

Song Xuanran wasn't bothered by her, which made Song Xianyin even happier. Now she could finally tidy up her room.

But as she sat on the blanket, she suddenly felt something hard pressing against her.

She took the object out with a puzzled look and found it was a box. The box was heavy and had a hairdryer pattern clearly printed on it.

It was the hair dryer they saw on the billboard that day...