Chapter 277

It's his fault. It's his fault?

In half an hour.

Lu Jixiang and song Jincheng are sitting at the table by the window on the second floor. The waiter has just ordered and left.

Lu Jixiang looked at their camera and said, "Professor Song, those reporters are so bad. Do you really think we can't see them hiding behind the bonsai? It's so naive

"..." the man looked down at his cell phone.

Lu Jixiang looked at him curiously and continued: "Professor Song, you haven't told me about the government's compensation for overlord? Your wounds, ah, what about those who hurt you? What are you going to do with it? "

Man smell speech, can't help but put down the hands of the mobile phone, calm look up to her.

"I really don't know what compensation you said. Haicheng is planning and wants to build high-speed railway. Nah, maybe in that direction, there is a small ancient town passed down from generation to generation. In recent years, it has been transformed into a tourist area. Every family's income is pretty good, but suddenly they are informed that they are going to be demolished. Naturally, they are not convinced! "

His tone was as flat as water, as if it was just a news in the newspaper, not happened beside him.

Lu Jixiang still doesn't understand.

"Isn't it necessary for the government to give corresponding compensation for demolition? Then why do they go to the city government to demonstrate and hurt people? " With that, his eyes fell on the gauze on the man's forehead again, with a sad expression.

The man's face sank.

He frowned slightly, with a complicated expression: "this kind of thing should be seen in the long run. The demolition area is a tourist attraction. How much can the government give? Their annual income is more than that

Lu Jixiang opened her mouth in surprise.

"Is it really that profitable?"

Song Jincheng shook his head and replied, "it's not necessary. It's just that these people are handed down from generation to generation. Who would like to see their ancestral homes demolished?"

Lu Jixiang nodded in agreement.

"Since people don't want to, Haicheng government should modify the construction route of the high-speed railway. As long as it bypasses this ancient town, why do you have to tear down people's homes?"

When song Jincheng heard the speech, the cold light flashed in his eyes.

He looked at his shoulder in the distance and sneered: "this is the key to the problem. If we take a detour, we may have more money. But I heard something else

"What news?"

Lu Jixiang looks at him with glowing eyes and looks forward to it.

She has smelled gossip.

Song Jincheng looked at her. When he saw her expression at the moment, he couldn't help laughing: "I don't understand these things even if I told you. Why bother myself?"

"But, but you have said so much to me, it's not bad for one or two sentences!" Lu Jixiang looked at him eagerly and begged: "Professor Song, just give me an inside story. I promise I won't tell you!"

Song Jincheng sat up straight and kneaded the girl's cheek.

His eyes full of doting: "you say it doesn't matter, anyway, this is not a secret!"

"Say it Lu Jixiang is ready to move and listen to the gossip.

Song Jincheng took the tea on the table, drank it slowly, and then put it down with a frown.

He said slowly: "the government should get involved in this matter soon. Since there is a moth in the organization, we should find it out!"

"Then your injury..." Lu Jixiang has already pointed out.

Song Jincheng lowered his eyelashes to cover up the cold light at the bottom of his eyes.

"It's just a minor injury. Don't worry about it."

Since you can catch big fish, what's wrong with using yourself as bait?

After dinner, they went out of the hotel.

The reporter is still in place, see the man came out, hesitant whether to go forward.

Lu Jixiang looked at the man and said, "Professor Song, those people want to interview you!"

Song Jincheng didn't speak, but he put his hand around the girl's waist and took her into the car.

After returning to the hotel, Lu Jixiang was busy packing.

Looking at her movements, song Jincheng couldn't help laughing: "what are you doing?"

"I'll take care of you!" Lu Jixiang looked at him, righteous words: "your wound can't touch water, and also have to avoid spicy, otherwise in the future will really leave scars, oh, how do you take a bath?"

Men don't talk.

Lu Jixiang thought about it and continued: "there is a bathtub in the bathroom. I suggest you take a bath today."

Men still don't talk.

Lu Jixiang looked at him and said with a smile, "Ann, I know you are a cleanliness addict and don't like to soak in the bathtub in the hotel, but you can rest assured that I'll wash the bathtub myself later, so you should be at ease?"

Song Jincheng got up and went to the outside room.

Lu Jixiang looked at his back, very depressed.

What happened to him?

In the evening, Lu Jixiang found a situation.

She found that the man actually looked at his face in the mirror, especially the wound on his forehead, and seemed to stare for a long time.

After waiting for the man to go to bed, she leaned over his shoulder and laughed brightly: "Professor Song, what are you worried about?"

The man glanced at her and held her in his arms.

Lu Jixiang poked his chest with his finger, some complacent: "you are afraid that I dislike you?"

"Lu Jixiang!"

Song Jincheng suddenly uttered a voice, but angrily scolded: "you don't want to advance an inch!"

This time, Lu Jixiang is more and more proud.

She holds the man's waist in her backhand and looks at him with a big smile in her eyes.

"You can rest assured that the plastic surgery industry is so developed now. If you really leave scars on your forehead, I will accompany you to Korea."

The man was infuriated and there was a faint spark in his eyes.

Lu Jixiang laughed, ignored his angry expression, and continued to say, "Professor Song, the ancients all said that women are the ones who please themselves. It turns out that you men also care about your appearance! Ah, I know why you are angry today. It's just for me to tell you about your disfigurement! "

Song Jincheng stares at her fiercely. After a while, he can't help but sigh.

"Lucky, you have no conscience!"

"Who said I had no conscience? I have a big conscience. Don't worry, Professor Song. No matter what you become, I won't abandon you forever. Ha ha ha... "

She's finally back, yeah!

When she sleeps in the middle of the night, Lu Jixiang wakes up by urination and gets up from the bed to go to the toilet. But when she comes back, unexpectedly, there is no man on the big bed.