Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 876: The ninety-first bowl of soup (2)

The ninety-first bowl of soup (2)

The sky is getting dark, and the quietness in the library where the switch is turned off can be heard clearly as if a needle fell to the ground. The girl's uneasy breathing is particularly attractive in this confined space. Tenderly pinch out the water. While Mr. Song's breathing was almost light, he held the frightened girl who was soft and boneless in his arms, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was very intriguing. "Don't be afraid, I am a person who has always been sympathetic to fragrance and jade."

He said Lianxiangxiyu, but his movements were very fast. In almost a few seconds, the girl had been stripped clean by him, like a tender little white fish, lying on the cutting board, letting the knife fall. and yourself.

She was really frightened, and even forgot to call for help, Mr. Song picked her up, because of extreme shame, the girl involuntarily grabbed the collar of his shirt, those little white hands trembled pitifully, It shows the fear and despair in the owner's heart, as well as the panic in the face of the unknown when the mission fails.

"Ah, why are you crying?" Mr. Song's leather shoes rhythmically sounded on the marble floor of the library. He hugged her and walked to the door. It was dark in the summer, so even if there was no light, she could The appearance can still be seen clearly. "As a gentleman, you can't turn a blind eye when you see a woman's tears."

Then the girl is kissed.

Because of the suddenness of the kiss, when the hot man's breath filled her mouth, the girl forgot to cry, and her tearful eyes widened in fog, and the trembling teardrops on her eyelashes made her look like Pure and charming. Seeing that she stopped crying, Mr. Song deepened his smile: "My dear, if I always cry, I will feel distressed."

Why...why not kill her? The girl didn't know why. She was not the only one sent to kill him. The people in front had never returned. Why did she survive? A gust of wind came, and she realized that she was ashamed at the moment, so she could not help shrinking into Mr. Song's arms. Mr. Song liked the beautiful woman's embrace very much. He smiled at her closeness, and then picked it up and put it away The windbreaker coat on the back of the chair wrapped her up.

Although it looks good without clothes, there will inevitably be people from here to the parking lot. It looks so good, it's enough for him to see it alone.

There are no shoes, and there is only a man's coat all over the body. The girl is nervous and scared, her thin white legs can't help shrinking, Mr. Song's hands are under her waist and hips, and those hands are hot The temperature made her tremble.

He took her to the co-pilot and carefully fastened her seat belt. The girl thought that he would kill herself, but in fact he did nothing. Instead, he was like the most elegant and gentle gentleman, except Apart from stripping her naked and kissing her, he and she knew very different information.

Passing a supermarket on the way, Mr. Song looked at her distressedly: "I want to take you in, but I'm afraid it's not good to dress like this?" He kissed the girl's lips again before getting out of the car, which was soft Soft and intoxicating. "Be good, stay in the car and wait for me, eh?"

I don't know why, although the tone was very soft, the girl did not dare to refute it at all. She gave a delicate, um, timid look like a milk cat that had just been weaned, very cute.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Song came back with two shopping bags, and then gave her a rewarding kiss: "Very good, you are waiting for me, right?"

The girl hummed again.

Mr. Song's apartment is located in the central area half an hour's drive from the library. The prices here are not cheap, how can a simple librarian afford it.

When he got out of the car, he hugged her and locked the door with one hand. Since he had to open the rear door to take things, Mr. Song asked the girl without shoes to stand on the back of his feet. Carrying two large bags of things, his face did not change, as if this weight was nothing at all.

When entering the building, the apartment manager on the first floor greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Song is back... Hey, who is this?"

She has no clothes inside...the girl is shaking with fear.

Mr. Song replied with a hearty smile: "My little girlfriend, her high heels broke on the road."

"Oh~" The uncle showed an expression that I understand, "Mr. Song really loves his girlfriend."

Mr. Song said goodbye politely to him again and carried the girl into the elevator. There were several young women in the elevator. They were roommates who shared a room together and had just returned from get off work. I am very excited to see Mr. Song at this moment, "Mr. Song is off work?"

"Yes." He smiled slightly, "Have you guys had dinner yet?"

"Eat, eat, we eat hot pot." The fashionably dressed women all laughed embarrassedly. While talking to Mr. Song, their eyes couldn't help but look at the person in his arms, unable to see their faces. I just felt that the woman was clinging to Mr. Song. A woman asked tentatively, "I heard from Mr. Song just now... this is... a girlfriend?"

"Exactly." Mr. Song said gently to the girl in his arms, "Little girl, say hello to some neighbors."

Naturally the girl was reluctant, but she held her finger and hooked it between her legs, she immediately stiffened, and slowly revealed her little face from Mr. Song's arms, because it was a lie, so her face Tonghong: "Hello..."

So beautiful!

If women had any other thoughts before, then after seeing the girl's face, nothing! They need expensive cosmetics to achieve a seven-point face value, and a full face is a perfect score. If they grow up like this, it is no wonder that they can win Mr. Song of the Flower of the High Mountains.

With a ding, the ninth floor arrived. Mr. Song took the girl out of the elevator and politely said goodbye to the women. After he left, the women sighed in unison, "There is no hope..." Mr. Song moved here for more than a year, and there has been no one around. They still thought about being able to get close to the water tower, but now they are gone.

Speaking of which, Mr. Song's girlfriend...she's so beautiful, I've never met such a beautiful person...

It looks like it came out of the comics.

Mr. Song's house is very simple and clean. The girl was placed on the sofa in the living room by him. She grabbed the neckline of her trench coat, her eyes begging, but she probably didn't know what she was begging for. The weak have a keen sixth sense when facing the strong. What changes this man will bring to her life, even the girl herself does not know.

Mr. Song told her: "I'll make dinner first, and you go take a shower and change your clothes."

When he was out of the supermarket, he bought women's skirts and underwear from the neighboring clothing store. He handed them all to the girl at the moment, and took out a pair of rabbit slippers he just bought. The girl doesn't know what medicine he sells in the gourd, but now she can only listen to him. If she wanted to kill her, she would have done it already? But since he doesn't have it now, does it mean that she still has hope of living?

So she took the clothes and entered the bathroom under the leadership of Mr. Song. He also thoughtfully opened the shower head for her, adjusted the temperature to a moderate level, and chuckled as she watched her small white hands clutching the collar tightly, " Come here."

She didn't move, so Mr. Song, who had already reached the bathroom door, folded back again, held up her palm-sized face, lowered his head and kissed it, tried his best to taste it, and left with a smile.

When he was gone, the girl's hand on the placket did not let go.

After taking a bath and removing all the dirt and sweat, the girl picked up the underwear on the side, the size was just right... I don't know how he saw it. Judging from his behavior of stripping her naked and kissing her every time he saw her, the girl thought he would give her a **** skirt, but after shaking it off, she found that it was normal, and the logo had been cut out with consideration. Such a person... No wonder so many people adore him.

When she walked out of the bedroom, she smelled the smell of food. Dinner was already set on the table in the open kitchen. Mr. Song just took off his apron. The moment he saw her, his black eyes lit up.

This look is all too familiar. When she first saw him, she was standing in the library, and that's how he looked at her.

Mr. Song is proud that his vision is correct. This white skirt really suits her very well. It is pure and attractive. The slender waist and hips are clearly outlined. I have never seen anyone with such a good skin quality, once licked and kissed, it will leave very beautiful traces.

Dinner is three dishes and one soup, sweet and sour short ribs, tomato brisket and fried water spinach. The soup is tomato egg drop soup with fresh green chopped green onion floating on top. Mr. Song has a pair of skillful hands, and even the arrangement of the tableware and chopsticks on the table covered with a simple plaid tablecloth is very poetic.

The girl is really hungry too. If it wasn't for the smell, she would have almost forgotten that she had not eaten for more than ten hours.

Quiet and lovely when eating, with excellent table manners, I can see that the tutor is very good, and he is not a desperado. When did those people change their tactics and find such a young girl to kill him? She couldn't even touch his finger at all.

The girl was full after eating two small bowls of rice. Mr. Song automatically got up to clean up the dishes. She sat in the chair and felt uneasy. The handsome and tall man was washing the dishes with his back to her, but to her, this was simply the torment before his execution. Could it be that he just ate a meal with his head cut off? What will he do with her later... It seems that he likes her very much. Does that mean that if she takes the initiative to devote herself, she can live and even leave?

Would she like... to please him? But... the girl lowered her head and clenched her hands into fists.

What she didn't know was that, although Mr. Song had his back to her, she could see her every move clearly.