Chapter 392: Late, too late

Song Ye used to think that in this era, everyone dealt with things more often with watermelon knife steel tubes. After the establishment of the night gang, there were not many opportunities to touch the gun. But just two days after dealing with Lu Siyu, she realized that it was not that the development of the times did not allow it, but that she had not found the right way before.
As soon as the army-fire took over, the chances of seeing someone else's guns go up in straight lines.
Therefore, when she saw a gun on her forehead, her first reaction was not to be afraid of trembling and shaking, but to be excited by her hands.
Almost subconsciously, when the forehead of the brain was exposed to the coolness of the metal, Song Ye's opponent's tiger's mouth was pinched by his backhand, his wrists were reversed, and the tiger's mouth was completely turned outward. It fell into each other's hands.
After Song Ye's index finger ticked, she turned her pistol a few times before turning her gaze on the other side's face. At a glance, she didn't even show her expression, her tone was extremely cold, "It's you . "
puff.
What is it you? What is the response?
The gloomy man was almost vomiting blood, and his arm was still hanging. The other hand was sprained by the other side. At this moment, he was so cramped that he wanted to scratch the wall. As a result, the opponent was not cold and gave him such a sentence. .
"Your name is Song Ye?" For a long time, the gloomy man finally squeezed out this sentence.
Song Ye's indifferent eyebrows glanced over, "Is there something wrong?" She didn't feel that she had an old friendship with the other person at the door of the bathroom.
Listening to her cold tone and indifferent attitude, if it wasn't for the other person still holding his gun, the gloomy man really thought he was dreaming by holding the gun at her head.
But now that he was injured in both hands, the gun was robbed again, and then he opened his mouth to say ruthlessly.
For a while, I was dilemma asked by this sentence, I don't know how to react.
Song Ye didn't want to care about him. He watched the other party suffer today. He wanted to come here in the same line. He stretched his arms and shot the gun directly back to the other person's chest. With a piece of advice, "Let's go now. It's late, just That's too late."
After speaking, no matter whether the other party can understand or not, he turned back to the room box.
The gloomy man stood there for a while until Song Ye's back disappeared around the corner, and he kept thinking about the other person's words.
Too late, it's too late.
As soon as he entered the house, Song Ye noticed that the eyes of several people around him looked at each other.
"Haha, our little genius is back, come and come, today's performance is outstanding, uncles have a drink with you, you can't drink, just substitute tea for the bar." The bald man was extremely enthusiastic, stood up and poured a glass of wine himself, attitude There was a big difference from the beginning.
As soon as he stood up, the other three also held glasses to pay respect to her, smiled, and looked a little more into the eyes.
She handed the note just now, and she went to the bathroom under the pretext. Naturally, she had already watched the content. At this time, the four were toasting, just to see her attitude.
Which side does Song Ye belong to?
Of course, Lu Siyu was also watching. Although he was sitting still, his inner fluctuations were not less than others.
Every year, everybody shoots and allocates shares. Everyone is fully motivated to find a master. A sharpshooter such as Song Ye can't find it. With her sitting, that is the guarantee of the share ratio.
Such a talent is a huge temptation for one's own side, and for the other side, it is a highly toxic arsenal to stop the land rover.
He hasn't been in contact with Song Ye for a long time, and he can also conclude that his brother and this classmate are definitely not the same person, or that they are not in the same level of IQ.
Therefore, what choice he will make of Song Ye is also unclear.
Faced with the kindness of the stars in front of him, Song Ye picked up his tea cup and took a slow sip, and said lightly, "Thank you for your love. I was only invited by Mr. Le to get money and work."
That is to say, but she is still sitting beside Lu Siyu, and the meaning of rejecting the olive branch is already obvious.
Everyone's heart was blocked and their faces were a little stiff.
Luxu Yu was relieved, his eyes glanced at the four people present, and a mocking smile arose at the corner of his mouth, "Song Ye can be loved by everyone, I would like to thank a few for him, I do n’t think it ’s too early Come here today. "
During the conversation, Lu Siyu stood up and gave Song Ye a look, the latter knew, and was planning to leave behind.
But before their steps reached the gate, a loud voice came from behind the bald man. "It's a rare occurrence. We are going to have fun in Ishi for a few days. By the way, let Lao Le be your guide. The room is mine." It's all booked for you, and you won't lose face. "
Lu Siyu stepped on his back, brushed a trace of sorrow with his back to the people, and turned back in an instant, but his face was already a smile, "Since everything is set, do n’t waste, come to Shishi, naturally I do it Dong, have a good night's rest. I will arrange tomorrow's schedule. "
"Oh, that's good." The bald man drank the drink in his hand, and smiled a little hypocritically. "Tonight, I wish your boss a good dream."
The voice was hoarse at the end and sounded obscure.
Lu Siyu led Song Ye out of the room, and suddenly accelerated his pace as he passed the corner, and whispered to Song Ye, saying "Don't stay here tonight, I will let the driver take you first Go back. It's better not to leave school recently. "
He spoke quickly and entered the elevator. When he saw the man in black outside the door when he closed the door, he couldn't help sinking.
In the lobby on the first floor, watching Song Ye get into the car and leave, Lu Siyu calmly went upstairs.
"Mr. Le, your room is here, if you need anything, please order it." The waiter led Resyu to the door respectfully with a smile.
"Well, go on, go downstairs and call me some ladies who have better massage techniques, clean and beautiful." Lu Siyu frowned, seemingly very dissatisfied with the waiter's gender, and waved his hands to quickly pass him on.
"Oh, okay, please wait a moment." The waiter was comprehended, and there was a hint of ambiguity in the smile, and then he turned away.
And when the other party turned across the corridor, Lu Siyu's fingertips on the doorknob shrank back instantly, looked around, and then ran towards the safe passage on the left quickly.
Do n’t be afraid of 10,000, just in case, the big treasure Song Ye has won him a favor, but he is too outrageous. Tonight these old foxes are afraid they will not give up.
And as he expected, it was supposed to belong to his private room. After ten minutes, he was suddenly opened by a dozen people, and a dozen black men rushed out from the inside.