Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 881: The ninety-first bowl of soup (seven)

The ninety-first bowl of soup (seven)

A long time ago, except for bathing, Song Yi would not take off the white gloves on his hands.

The atmosphere seemed to become a little embarrassing in an instant. Of course Song Yi didn't feel it. For him, it had nothing to do with him, so others were embarrassed... Ask him what to do?

He is ruthless and extremely cold. A person's feelings have only one share, and they can only be entrusted to one person. It is impossible to have any extra pity or love.

Qing Huan tugged at his hand: "There is still one minute at nine o'clock, you don't mean to clock in." Otherwise, the salary will be deducted. I just bought so many things for her... Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are, don't be late. what.

Yes, she's not embarrassed, doesn't care, doesn't pity.

From here to the library...there are a lot of steps, it takes about three minutes, less than a minute to go...Qing Huan wants to sigh, this must be deducted, right? Who knew that Song Yan suddenly picked her up, like a princess in an apartment, and then strode forward. He is tall and has long legs, and one step is equal to her three steps. She is like a normal person who is holding a hundred pounds, as if she is holding a balloon in her hand. :59:59.

Serve.

"Put me down."

Song Yi put her down, she tidied up her skirt, and when she was picked up and ran wildly just now, her heart beat faster, for fear that the spring light would leak out. The door of the library closed as soon as it was opened. After all, it was impossible to live without the air conditioner in such weather. In the apartment, Song Yi turned on the air conditioner to 16, and Qing Huanhui was frozen to death, so he held her in his arms-later Qing Huan seriously suspected that the other party just wanted to hug her and deliberately set the temperature so low.

The college girl was embarrassed to come in again, but the urban beauty followed and returned the borrowed book with a smile. Song Yi smiled at her: "please wait a moment."

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Although he said that, his eyes were always on Song Yi.

The reception desk was empty, Song Yan put Qing Huan on a swivel chair, then handed her the bag she had been carrying, kissed her little face, and whispered, "Play for a while by yourself. ."

"Hmm."

He just came back to handle the borrowing matters. Urban Beauty left after returning the book. After all, she still has to go to work. She can come back after work at noon, and she can stay a little longer when she chooses the book. Before she left, she looked at Qinghuan's face, feeling a little sour but also a little clear. If she could look so good, Mr. Song would probably have caught it long ago, right? Although it is said that mature women also have the beauty of mature women, she still can't help but envy the little girl in her early twenties, who is tender and delicate, someone who loves and pampers her, how happy she is.

Because the little girl in junior high school was skipping class, she followed her in and had no plans to leave. But Song Ye never took the initiative to pay attention to her, so she was a little unhappy, staring at Qing Huan, then at Song Ye, back and forth, looking at each other. Young and energetic, he asked, "Uncle, don't you like me? Don't you accept my pursuit?"

Song Yi hugged Qing Huan a blanket and wrapped her legs. The air-conditioning in the library was very low. Hearing the little girl ask such a question, he was too lazy to even perfunctory and ignored it - he didn't have time to play love games with stinky little devils, and he was too lazy to take care of their emotions. If he really couldn't stand it, it didn't matter if he died.

Qing Huan was wrapped into a small zongzi, she tilted her head and asked, "Do you need help sorting it out?"

"No, you play."

She nodded and didn't care.

The little girl jumped: "Hey! Are you Uncle's girlfriend?! How can you see this attitude when you see a rival in love?! You don't really like Uncle, do you?! Hey!"

Qing Huan is devoted to reading only the books of sages and sages, and does not hear anything outside the window.

"I'm talking to you!" He didn't dare to be rude to Song Yi, but he dared to be rude to his girlfriend. The little girl is a problem girl. In order to establish her prestige in school, she has slapped many girls in the face, ripped off a few girls' clothes, and took pictures. What she hates most is this kind of good girl who seems to have good grades! She looks pretty and can learn, but she looks like she's not as good as others. I really hate it!

What's the best way to make a woman like this? What does Mr. Song like about her? !

"I'm younger than her! Why doesn't the uncle like me?!" The little girl leaned over persistently and insisted on asking for an answer.

Song Yi's eyes darkened, but Qing Huan raised her head from the book and said, "Probably because you are ugly."

The little girl wanted to scold when she jumped up, but Qing Huan looked at her seriously. The plain face without makeup and powder was still amazingly beautiful, and her skin didn't even have a pore. Even sitting there quietly was a beautiful scenery. She is answering questions seriously, compared to her, the little girl with heavy makeup is really invisible.

After answering the question, Qing Huan continued to look down and read the book, with the rose herbal tea Mr. Song made for her last night, and the small cake he bought. She seemed to be on vacation...

"If you don't leave, I may have to inform you about the school." Song Yi sat in front of the computer, tapping her slender fingertips on the desktop, "This Thursday, should you go to school?"

The little girl's face turned pale, "You, you don't know which school I belong to..."

"I'll find out soon." Song Yan chuckled lightly and tapped his fingers on the keyboard for a moment. In less than two minutes, he said slowly, "Yang Xiaohua, Class 37 of the No. 4 Middle School in Haibin City. Student, born on XXXX, XXXX, living in Room 401, Unit 2, Building 3, Bihai Community, Fanghuai District, Haibin City, father Yang Wei, a long-distance driver, mother Gao Fen, a middle school teacher, the family has a total savings of 174,800 Fifty-six yuan, uh...the scores for the three subjects in the mid-term exam are 21, 9, and 17 respectively."

He paused and asked, "Do I need to continue reading?"

The little girl's face was blue and white, she glared at him hatefully, turned and ran away.

"...The total score of the three subjects is forty-seven?" Qing Huan was speechless, "I'll take a look at me."

She manipulated the chair to slide over, and Song Yi instantly hugged her. Qing Huan quickly browsed the results of the little girl, her facial expressions were indescribable: "How did the Chinese 21 take the test?"

"There are geniuses in this world, and there are idiots, darling." Song Yi pinched the soft flesh on her body, "The most ridiculous thing is that idiots don't realize their stupidity."

"... This girl has a lot of bad deeds. Her mother is teaching at the school, and she can remember so many deeds. She was ordered to go home and reflect on it for a semester. Bullying..." The seemingly innocent little girl actually did The incident of stripping the female classmates naked and taking pictures and slapping people in the face. Because it is underage, it is impossible to be sentenced, so it is to criticize education and let parents take it home.

But it seems her parents didn't educate her well.

"Stupid and bad." Song Yan said lightly.

Qing Huan shook her head and was about to return to her seat, but was hugged by Song Yi: "Don't ask me how I found these?" Not to mention, the student registration file is confidential information.

Qing Huan asked: "Are you going to tell me?"

Song Yi smiled: "If you want to know."

"Then I'd better not know." She closed the page. "I don't think I'm ready for the time being. When you can't help it, tell me."

She is not very curious, nor is she the kind of person who insists on peeping into other people's secrets. Too many people in this world have secrets, and sometimes, she feels that keeping a sense of mystery is the best choice.

Not only women, but men are also very attractive because of their secrets.

Song Yi hugged her and kissed her: "I'm so cute."

"Ah... someone is coming, let me go."

The guy who came in was a college student who was returning the book. When he saw Qinghuan, his eyes were straight. He wanted to leave, but he sat down at the table near the service desk, peeked through the book, and returned Take pictures and send them to the dormitory group: Brothers, look! What a beautiful girl!

There was a sudden howl of wolves in the group.

But soon...

"Hey? What's the matter?" Why did the phone suddenly go black... Shutting down and restarting didn't help... Broken? ? The boy opened the phone case and looked at the battery inside, then turned it on again. It was fine this time, but there was nothing in it... When he downloaded the chat software using the library's Wi-Fi and went online, the roommates in the group were wailing.

What's the point of withdrawing! Didn't have time to save it!

It's so beautiful! At the city library? New admin?

Has that handsome admin got fired? ? ? Great! ! ! ! ! I can go after the goddess! ! ! ! !

……

The boy didn't have the heart to reply to them. He felt that he had to make an after-sales phone call to ask what was going on, but now let's take a photo of a beauty first. Everyone has a love for beauty.

But as soon as he picked up his phone, it was Song Wei who entered the camera.

It's extremely embarrassing to be found secretly photographing someone's girlfriend. Song Yi pressed his finger on the camera, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was very gentle: "Please don't take pictures in the library."

"Oh good good, sorry..."

"It's okay."

When Song Yi left, the boy quietly picked up the phone——Damn, why is the camera broken? ? ?

He's really looking for after sales! ! ! !

Qing Huan watched the boy run away, dragging his chin: "He doesn't read books anymore?"

Song Yi snorted: "Boys of this age have no charm."

Qing Huan was silent for two seconds, then suddenly snickered. Song Yi hugged her from behind: "What are you laughing at?"

Qing Huan was in front of the surveillance video. While noticing whether anyone was coming, she complimented Song Yi: "Too young, not as mature and handsome as you."

Song Yi felt that she was very good at talking, and it happened to touch his heart, so she asked, "Which one do you like?"

"You this." The answer was sonorous and forceful.

Can it be sonorous and powerful? She didn't want to have a haircut in the library.