Ninety-first bowl of soup (6)

The library, which has never been hindered on schedule, did not open its doors after the Sunday holiday!

And it was three whole days!

Today is Thursday, will the door open? Is Mr. Song back? What's the matter, why didn't the door open for three days?

The junior high school girl was very worried, so she skipped class. She slipped out of the back door under the cover of the boy who had a crush on her and taught the director to stand at the school gate, so she came out over the wall. She couldn't understand even if she stayed in the classroom anyway, it's better to see the male god!

The urban beauty deliberately passed by the library when she went to work in the morning, trying to see if the door was open. Of course, to show that she was different from those who coveted Mr. Song’s beauty, she took the borrowed books with her. In this case, if the library Open the door, and she can go in logically, and now so early, maybe she can say a few more words to Mr. Song.

The university flower does not have classes in the morning. Although a rich second generation who is chasing her asks her for lunch, she still declined. The early roommates who woke up in the morning were still surprised, and she didn't tell them what she was going to do. These few nights have always been tossing and unable to fall asleep. What should I do if Mr. Song resigned? She has not seen him not working outside of holidays for more than a year.

Well, the disappearance of Mr. Song this time made them feel a sense of crisis, so they all made a decision: In any case, they must confess today!

It took the longest time to meet Mr. Song in university, but until now she only knows his surname Song, and she doesn’t even know what his name is, let alone her mobile phone number or other contact information. Mr. Song disappeared and she can’t even find him. Know how to find it.

The library opened at nine o'clock. The girls in junior high school took a few buses after skipping classes. The beauty of the city parked the car across the road to watch. The university flowers were already waiting at the door.

Finally, the familiar black car drove over!

Mr. Song is here!

He has come to work!

The city beauty was overjoyed. She first took out the powder, arranged her clothes in the small mirror, and put on her makeup by the way, and got out of the car after making sure that she was decent. The college girl squeezed the breakfast bag in her hand. She was happy and nervous. Ah, how should I say hello when I see Mr. Song? Hello there? Does it seem too deliberate. did you have breakfast? It doesn't seem to be suitable... what should I say?

A bus stopped in front of the platform, and the crowd squeezed out a girl in a school uniform with golden hair and a skirt that was obviously shorter than others, and her jacket had her belly button exposed.

The three women marched towards the library at the same time.

Until they saw Mr. Song.

Chaoyang released a golden light behind him. He is still a simple shirt and trousers today, with a pair of gold glasses on the bridge of his nose, and 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 bit inferior.

"Song..."

Then they saw a woman in his hand.

If you say it is a woman, it is not big from the grade point of view. It is older than a junior high school girl and smaller than a university student. Because of her head down, she can’t see what she looks like, but she has a very good figure. The white off-the-shoulder dress, Showing her crisp breasts, waist and hips without any omission, the exposed legs are thin, white, long and straight. When stepping on high heels, even the toes are round and tender, with bright red nail polish. Let her skin see more crystal clear.

Mr. Song held her hand and lowered his head to kiss her on the cheek. Then they stopped in place. Mr. Song took the girl's face with one hand. The two exchanged a sweet kiss for a short while, and Mr. Song took her back again. Up.

University flowers are the most difficult to accept this reality. She stepped back a few steps, and the breakfast specially bought for Mr. Song in her hand fell on the floor with a clatter, the soy milk in it broke, and the white juice spilled all over the floor.

Urban Beauty is the most calm, but her expression is not good.

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 posture made people understand that he was indeed different to her than to other people, and it was very different.

"Uncle!" The junior high school girl yelled and pointed to Qinghuan unceremoniously: "Who is she?!"

In the past, Song Wei smiled and spoke very gently to everyone. Maybe this made some people think he had no temper. It's like the little girl in front of me, what's her name, he didn't pay attention, she was always chattering very loudly. Song Qian didn't like her very much, but he would never show it. No one could detect any clues on his face. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. "It's not time for the library to open yet."

Such alienation and indifferent tone did not interfere with the junior high school girls. She still insisted on asking: "Why have you not been to work for three days?"

Song Yi raised her mouth slightly, but was not happy: "I don't think I am obligated to tell you."

Qing Huan gently pulled his hand. He thought he was frightening her, so he put his arm around her shoulder and walked forward around the little girl.

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

She was probably...about fifteen years old, but with this loud yell like you, Qing Huan blinked and didn't get in. She believes in Song Yi's charm. Even if this man does nothing, just standing there, he can attract countless people who are crazy about him.

Song Yi did not look back or stop, "Thank you, no need."

These so-called likes can be given to other people, the last thing he needs is other people's likes, especially these women who don't know how to respect. This little girl always makes loud calls or chats in the library. Otherwise, she brought some snacks to eat. He reminded her, but she thought it was a good way to talk to him. She ate more powerfully. He refused to enter the library before changing.

Needless to say, the urban beauty over there, she just met him not long ago, and at that time she didn’t know if he was single or had a girlfriend. Every time she came to register to borrow or return books, Song Qian would put on her coat Everyone knows why a woman’s lip prints or fresh nail polishes have just been painted on her pockets or clothes.

He eventually lost all those clothes.

This college girl is also very interesting, with an innocent and lovely appearance. Every time I see him, she is affectionate, very restrained and reserved, and very classically beautiful. It is a pity that Song Qian 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 tenderly refuses.

It's just people who have nothing to do with him, so he doesn't care about them. If this kind of obsession doesn't bother him, he doesn't care at all. Song Qian is not interested in other people's happiness, anger, sorrow, old age, sickness and death. But once the feelings of outsiders make him feel uncomfortable or make his women feel uncomfortable, then he will not be so easy to talk.

A beast that sleeps soundly is also a beast.

The little girl is at the age of dreaming, and probably also likes some sadomasochistic stories, and she refuses to retreat when she knows the difficulties. She doesn't care about Song Wei's refusal at all: "I will definitely catch you!"

Song Qian ignored her.

When she passed by the beauty of the city, this thirty-year-old woman was keenly aware of something, so she smiled at Song Yi: "Mr. Song is early, I have finished reading the book these days, and I have been thinking about changing it. I'm so sorry for being so early."

Song Yi smiled slightly: "Please."

"Mr. Song..." The innocent school girl bit her lip. The exquisite **** makeup makes her look very fresh and beautiful. The biting lip makeup is even more pitiful. This is from the guy who is waiting for her breakfast at the door of the girl's apartment in the morning. It can be seen. "Is this... your girlfriend? Why did you suddenly have a girlfriend after three days of not seeing you... Ah, sorry, I have no other meaning, but I have known Mr. Song for so long and have not heard of Song yet. The husband mentioned his girlfriend..."

A low-ranking, despicable, and clear-cut method may be useful for boys who are fresh and young, but in Song Qian's eyes it looks like a clown. Among those women who came to the library under various names, these three were the most outstanding. Song Qian could see the nature 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.

Therefore, when the goddess of his dreams appeared, he would desperately embrace her in his arms.

He always felt that he had no resistance to Qinghuan.

Although this should not be the case, he chose to follow his own heart.

"Why should I talk to you?" Song Qian pushed down his glasses, "Do we know each other?"

Some people may like to waver, ambiguous, beautiful women throwing arms to themselves, it is inevitable to have some vanity. Especially such a beautiful and shy female college student, even a hard-hearted person, should not have the heart to speak hard. Who calls her beautiful and pure, and she is infatuated with herself?

It's a pity that Song Qian is not a person who is fascinated by sex, not to mention that compared with his obedient, this school flower is at best a dead weed around Peony.

It’s the first time that the school flower was treated like this by a man. Over the past year or so, she has hinted at Mr. Song in various ways, but the other party seems to be totally incomprehensible. And Aimu, where do you know that people really don’t remember her, and really don’t know her name—when she "accidentally" lost N times with her student ID, admission ticket, ID card, etc. with private information under.

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

Therefore, he used tweezers to hold it up.