Chapter 2: Never owe people (2)

The man sat on the ground, and then glanced down at the powder on his chest wound. The blood on his wound had really stopped.
It was she who saved herself ...
He raised his black eyes and looked at the figure who was busy helping him find medicine, his eyes flashed.
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There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and it sounded like a lot of people.
Immediately afterwards, a slamming knock sounded.
"anyone there?"
Before waiting for Song Wenxin to answer, the door was opened by a stingy man!
There were more than ten people who came in strangely dressed black suits with knives and guns ...
"Master!" When they saw the injured man sitting on the ground inside the house, everyone rushed over!
"Cough ..." The seriously injured man, who was called the young master, coughed, and suddenly pointed at Song Wenxin, who was stiff and didn't dare to speak.
Everyone knew, and quickly passed the two people, and seized Song Wenxin!
Song Wenxin, who was only 16 years old, was frightened by this situation and was speechless.
The man slowly got up from the ground, then looked at her.
His face was covered with blood, and Song Wenxin quickly turned his head and did not dare to look at him.
He suddenly reached out her hand, and she was more afraid.
Neck ... Suddenly there was a pain.
Song Wenxin turned his head and looked at the silver necklace around his neck, now lying in his palm.
"You ..." What did he rob her of her necklace ...
"I never owe human kindness, this is a token!" He would return this human kindness!
The words fell, and a heavy gold chain was worn around her neck.
She looked at him with her eyes wide open, but he was turned around and left.
"go!"
The group disappeared quickly, as if it had never appeared before.
Song Wenxin held a long time in place.
She lowered her head and glanced at the heavy chain around her neck, the golden chain, and a ring with a strange pattern ...
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Three years later.
A city, mid-level villa, this is the top rich area!
late at night.
A black sports car drove into a dimly lit villa.
The car stopped and a man walked down from the car.
The man was wearing a black trench coat and black leather shoes on his feet, shiny and clean.
He had a handsome, handsome face, but a pair of dark black eyes, exuding sharp eyes, but with a chill ...
The villa was very quiet, the only thing left was the sound of men's leather shoes stepping on the floor.
"Sir, you are back." A maid walked slowly, respectfully whispering: "The dinner is ready."
The man pressed his thin lips slightly, and covered his body, exuding the cold that he dare not approach.
He strode towards the second floor and returned to the bedroom.
The bedroom door was opened, and he opened his long legs and strode in.
At this time, the cold face suddenly flashed a displeasure.
Brow, also wrinkled gently.
In this room, there is a strange smell ...
And this breath comes from a person, to be precise, a woman.
The man's face suddenly cooled down. "What's going on?" His cold questioning sounded suddenly,
"It's President Zhou ... he ... he said he wanted to give you a gift." When he heard his voice, the maid rushed out, and his face was pale.
"Throw it out!" The thin lips of
feeling together, the relentless voice suddenly sounded.