Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 880: Ninety-first bowl of soup (6)

Ninety-first bowl of soup (6)

The library, which has always been on duty, rain or shine, is not open after the Sunday holiday!

And three full days!

Today is Thursday, will it be open? Is Mr. Song back? What's the matter, why hasn't the door been opened for three days?

The junior high school girl was very worried, so she skipped class. She slipped out through the back door under the cover of the boy who had a crush on her during her early Chinese self-study study. Anyway, if she stays in the classroom, she can't understand, so go see the male god!

Urban Beauty deliberately passed the library when she went to work in the morning, wanting to see if the door was open. Of course, in order to show that she was different from those who coveted Mr. Song's beauty, she took the borrowed book with her. In this case, If the library opens, she can go in logically, and it's so early now that she might be able to say a few more words to Mr. Song.

The school flower is that there is no class in the morning. Although a rich second generation who is chasing after her invites her to dinner at noon, she still refuses. The early roommates who got up in the morning were still surprised, and she didn't tell them what she was going to do. These past few days, I have been tossing and turning and can't sleep. What if Mr. Song resigned? She has not seen him work outside of holidays for more than a year.

Well, the disappearance of Mr. Song this time made them all feel a sense of crisis, so they all made a decision: No matter what, they must confess today!

The university has known Mr. Song for the longest time, but until now she only knew his surname Song, not even his name, let alone his mobile phone number or other contact information, Mr. Song disappeared, she even I don't know how to find it.

The library opens at nine o'clock. The junior high school girl skipped classes and transferred several bus classes. The urban beauty parked her car across the road and watched. The college girl was already waiting at the door.

Finally, the familiar black sedan drove over!

Mr. Song is here!

He's coming to work!

The beauty of the city was overjoyed. She first took out the powder, tidied up her clothes in the small mirror, and touched up her makeup by the way. She made sure that she was in good shape before getting out of the car. The college girl squeezed the breakfast bag tightly in her hand. She was both happy and nervous. Ah, how should I say hello when I see Mr. Song? Hello? Wouldn't it be too deliberate. did you have breakfast? It doesn't seem to fit...how should I say it?

A bus stopped in front of the platform, and a young girl in a school uniform with blond hair and a skirt that was obviously shorter than the others, and her shirt showing her belly button, squeezed out of the crowd.

Three women head towards the library at the same time.

Until they see Mr. Song.

Chaoyang released thousands of golden lights behind him. Today, he is still wearing a simple shirt and trousers. He wears a pair of gold glasses on the bridge of his nose. His black hair is neatly combed, revealing a beautiful hairline and handsome facial features. When he appeared at the exit of the parking lot, even the sun was a little inferior.

"Song..."

Then they saw him holding a woman in his hand.

If it's a woman, it's not big in terms of grades, bigger than a junior high school girl, and smaller than a college girl. Because she's bowing her head, she can't see what she looks like, but her figure is excellent, with a white dew The shoulder dress shows her crisp breasts, slender waist and high buttocks without any omission. The exposed legs are thin and white, long and straight, stepping on high heels, even the toes are round, white and tender, bright red The nail polish made her skin look more crystal clear.

Mr. Song held her hand, and lowered his head to kiss her cheek, then they stopped in place, Mr. Song cupped the girl's face with one hand, the two briefly exchanged a sweet kiss, and then Mr. Song held the girl's face again came with her.

College students have the hardest time accepting this reality. She took a few steps back, and the breakfast she bought specially for Mr. Song fell to the ground with a clatter, the soy milk inside broke, and the white juice spilled on the ground.

Urban Beauty is the calmest, but her expression is also not good-looking.

The junior high school girl jumped up and ran in front of Mr. Song. He noticed that he glanced here, and then blocked the girl behind him. The subconscious protective gesture made people understand that he was indeed different from others, and very different.

"Uncle!" The junior high school girl shouted and pointed at Qing Huan unceremoniously: "Who is she?!"

Song Yi used to be gentle and kind to everyone with a smile. Maybe this made some people think that he had no temper. It's like the name of the little girl in front of him, he didn't pay attention, and was always chattering loudly. Song Yan didn't like her very much, but he never showed it, and no one could detect any clues from his face. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It's not time for the library to open yet."

Such an alienated and indifferent tone could not interfere with the junior high school girl. She still asked persistently: "Why did you not come to work for three days?"

Song Yi slightly raised the corners of her mouth, but she was not happy: "I don't think I have an obligation to tell you."

Qing Huan gently pulled his hand. He thought he had scared her, so he put an arm around her shoulder and walked around the little girl.

"Uncle!" The junior high school girl shouted again, "I like you!"

She's probably... about fifteen years old, but when she liked you shouted so loudly, Qing Huan blinked and didn't get involved. She believed in Song Yan's charm. Even if this man did nothing, just standing there would attract countless crazy people for him.

Song Yi didn't look back or stop, "Thank you, no need."

These so-called likes can be given to other people. The last thing he needs is the likes of others, especially these women who don't know how to respect at all. This little girl is always making calls or chatting loudly in the library, or she just brings some snacks to eat. He reminded her, but she thought it was a good way to talk to him. He refused to enter the library before changing it.

It goes without saying about the urban beauty over there. She just met him not long ago. At that time, she didn't know whether he was single or had a girlfriend. Every time she came to register to borrow books or return them, Song Yi would always be there. When you find a woman's lip print in your coat pocket or on your clothes, or a nail polish that has just been applied and not yet dry, everyone knows why.

Those clothes were eventually thrown away by him.

This college girl is also very interesting, with an innocent and pleasant appearance, every time I see him, she is full of affection, very restrained and reserved, very classically beautiful. It's a pity that Song Wei has seen her get off from different people's cars, be picked up by different people, received flowers and gifts from different people, and at the same time she has gently rejected her.

It's just people who have nothing to do with him, so he doesn't care what they're like, and this obsession, if it doesn't bother him, he doesn't care at all. Song Ye was not interested in the joys and sorrows of others. But once the emotions of outsiders make him feel uncomfortable or make his woman feel uncomfortable, then he will not be so good at talking.

Crawling and sleeping beasts are also beasts.

The little girl is at the age of dreaming, and she probably likes some stories of sadistic love affairs, and she refuses to step back despite difficulties. !”

Song Yi ignored her.

When passing by the urban beauty, this thirty-year-old woman was very keenly aware of something, so she smiled at Song Yi: "Mr. Song, I have finished reading the book these days, and I have been wanting to change it. It's really early. Sorry."

Song Yi smiled slightly: "Please."

"Mr. Song..." The pure school flower bit her lip. The delicate **** makeup made her look very fresh and beautiful, and the biting lip makeup was even more pitiful. This was waiting for her from the door of the girls' apartment in the morning. The boys at breakfast can see it. "This...is that your girlfriend? Why did you suddenly have a girlfriend after not seeing him for three days...Ah, I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else, it's just that I've known Mr. Song for so long, and I haven't heard of Song. Mr. mentioned his girlfriend..."

A low-ranking, despicable and obvious method may be useful for a boy who has just entered the world, but it looks like a clown jumping from a beam to Song Yi. Among those women who came to the library under various names, these three stood out the most. Song Yi could see the essence of others at a glance, so he never got too close to them. Because he feels that once people get close to each other, many ugly things have nowhere to hide.

For this reason, when the goddess of his dreams appeared, he would take her into his arms desperately.

He always felt that he had no resistance to Qing Huan.

While it shouldn't be, he chose to follow his heart.

"Why should I mention it to you?" Song Yi pushed down his glasses, "Do we know each other?"

Some people may like to be swaying, ambiguous, and a beautiful woman throws her arms into her arms, which is inevitably a little vanity. Especially such a beautiful and shy female college student, even a hard-hearted person, should not have the heart to speak heavy words. Who told her that she was beautiful and pure, and she was so infatuated with herself?

It's a pity that Song Yan is not a person who is fascinated by sex, not to mention that compared with his obedience, this school flower is at most a dead weed beside the peony.

This is the first time that the school girl has been treated like this by a man. Over the past year, she has hinted at Mr. Song in various ways, but the other party doesn't seem to understand it at all. The school girl always thought it was fun, and thought that Mr. Song was enjoying My own flattery and admiration, how can I know that people really don't remember her, and I really don't know her name - after she "accidentally" lost her student ID card, admission card, ID card, etc. with private information case of something.

Some people often forget things in the library, and Song Yi will put them away in the lost and found box. Apart from touching books, he doesn't like to be in contact with people.

So, he was holding it with tweezers.