Ninety-first bowl of soup (7)

A long, long time ago, apart from taking a bath, Song Qian would not take off the white gloves on his hands.

The atmosphere seemed to become a little embarrassing in an instant, of course Song Qian didn't feel it. For him, it has nothing to do with him, so others are not embarrassed... Ask him what to do?

He became ruthless, extremely cold. There is only one part of a person's feelings, and they can only be entrusted to one person. There can be no extra pity or love to be separated.

Qing Huan tugged at his hand: "There's nine o'clock in one minute. You didn't mean to check in." Otherwise, the salary will be deducted. I just bought so many things for her... No matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat. Don't be late.

Yes, she is not embarrassed, does not care, does not pity.

From here to the library... There are many steps, it takes about three minutes, and one minute can't pass... Qing Huan wants to sigh, this must be deducted, right? I didn't know that Song Qian suddenly picked her up, like a princess in an apartment, and then strode forward. He is tall and long, and one step is as good as her three steps. She holding a hundred catties is like a okay person, as if holding a balloon in her hand. When she finally punched in, Qinghuan clearly saw that the time was 08. :59:59.

clothes.

"Quickly let me down."

Song Yi put her down, and she tidied up her skirt. When she was picked up and ran wild, her heartbeat accelerated, so she was afraid that the spring would leak. The door of the library is closed after it is opened. After all, this kind of weather cannot survive without turning on the air conditioner. In the apartment, Song Yi turned on the air conditioner to 16, Qing Huan was frozen to death, and he held her in his arms. Later Qing Huan seriously suspected that the other party wanted to hug her and set the temperature so low on purpose.

The university flower was embarrassed to come in again, but the urban beauty followed and returned the borrowed book with a smile. Song Yi smiled at her: "Thank you for a moment."

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

Even though he said that, his eyes remained stuck on Song Yan's body.

The service desk was empty, Song Wei put Qinghuan on a swivel chair, then handed her the bag she had been carrying in her hand, kissed her little cheek, and whispered, "Play by yourself for a while."

"Ok."

He just came back to deal with the borrowing of the book. The beauty of the city left after returning the book. After all, she had to go to work. She would come back after work at noon, and she could wait a little longer while choosing the book. Before she left, she looked at Qing Huan's face, and she felt a little sore and a little clear. If she could also look so good, maybe Mr. Song would have caught it already, right? Although mature women also have the beauty of mature women, in her heart she still can't help but envy the little girl in her early twenties, who is tender and delicate, and someone pampers her with love. How happy she is.

The little girl in junior high school followed in because she was skipping class, and had no plan to leave. But Song Yi never took the initiative to take care of her, she was a little unhappy, staring at Qing Huan, and then at Song Yi, back and forth the two changed their stares. Young and vigorous, he asked, "Uncle, don't you like me, don't you like me? Don't you accept my pursuit?"

Song Yi hugged Qing Huan with a blanket, wrapped her legs, and the air-conditioning in the library was very low. Hearing the little girl asked this, he was even lazy and ignored—no time to play love games with stinky kids, and he didn't bother to take care of their emotions. If he really couldn't stand it, it wouldn't matter if he died.

Qinghuan was wrapped up into a small rice dumpling. She tilted her head and asked, "Do you need help organizing it?"

"No, you play."

She nodded and didn't care.

The little girl jumped and said, "Hey! Are you the uncle's girlfriend?! What is the attitude of seeing your rival?! You don't really like the uncle at all?! Hey!"

Qing Huan reads only the sages' books with all his heart, and does not hear things outside the window.

"I'm talking to you!" He didn't dare to be polite to Song Qian, but he was not polite to his girlfriend. The little girl is a problem girl. In order to establish prestige in school, she slapped many girls, took a few girls' clothes and took photos, that is, she looked a little bit human in front of Mr. Song. What she hates most is such a good girl who seems to have good grades! She looks pretty and can still learn, making her look like she is inferior to others, which is really annoying!

How can such a woman pretend to be good? What does Mr. Song like about her? !

"I'm younger than her! Why doesn't the uncle like me?!" The little girl stubbornly approached her, insisting on asking for an answer.

Song Yi's eyes darkened, but Qinghuan looked up from the book, and if she thought about it, she said, "Probably because you are ugly."

The little girl jumped up and wanted to curse, but Qing Huan looked at her seriously. The plain noodles without lipopowder were still amazingly beautiful, with no pores on the skin, and even sitting there quietly was a beautiful scenery. She was answering questions seriously. Compared with her, the little girl with heavy makeup really didn't look at it.

After answering the questions, Qing Huan continued to look down at the book, with the rose herbal tea that Mr. Song made for her last night, and the little cakes he bought, she looked like she was on vacation...

"If you don't leave again, I may have to inform your school." Song Qian sat in front of the computer, tapping the desktop with her slender fingertips, "I should go to school today Thursday, right?"

The little girl paled, "You, you don't know which school I'm in..."

"I'll know soon." Song Wei chuckled, and quickly tapped his fingers on the keyboard for a moment. In less than two minutes, he slowly said: "Yang Xiaohua, a student in the 37th class of the fourth middle school of Haibin City, born On XXXX, XXXX, I lived in Room 401, Unit 2, Building 3, Bihai Community, Fanghuai District, Haibin City. Father Yang Wei, long-distance driver, mother Gao Fen, middle school teacher, and a total deposit of 174,856 Yuan, um... the scores of the three subjects other than mathematics in the mid-term exam are 21, 9, and 17."

After a pause, I asked, "Do I need to read it anymore?"

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

"...The total score of the three courses is forty-seven?" Qing Huan was speechless, "Let me take a look."

She slid the chair over, and Song Qian instantly hugged her. Qing Huan quickly glanced over the little girl's grades, her facial expressions were hard to say: "How did the Chinese 21 test?"

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

"...This girl is all bad. Her mother was teaching at school. She could remember so many mistakes. She was also ordered to go home and reflect on it for a semester. Bullying..." A girl who looked rather innocent had actually been a girl. Classmates stripped naked and took pictures of people slapped in the face. Because it is impossible to be sentenced to minors, it is to criticize and educate and ask parents to take them home.

But it seems that her parents did not educate her well.

"Stupid and bad." Song Wei said lightly.

Qing Huan shook her head and prepared to return to her seat, but was hugged by Song Wei, "Don't ask how I found these?" Apart from anything else, the student status file is confidential information.

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

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

"Then I still don't know." She closed the page. "I don't think I'm ready yet. You can't help but tell me some day."

She is not very curious, and she is not the kind of person who insists on prying on other people's secrets. Too many people in this world have secrets. Sometimes, she feels that keeping a sense of mystery is the most correct choice.

Not only women, but men are also particularly charming because of their secrets.

Song Yi hugged her and kissed: "You are so cute."

"Ah...someone's here, someone's coming, let me go."

The boy who came in was a college student who returned 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, took a peek through the book, and took photos. In the dormitory group: brothers look! What a pretty girl!

There was a sudden howling of wolves in the group.

But soon...

"Hey? What's the matter?" Why does the phone suddenly go black... It's useless to shut down and restart... Broken? ? The boy opened the phone case and looked at the battery inside, then turned on the phone again. This time it was fine, but there was nothing in it... When he used the library's Wi-Fi to download the chat software and went online, the roommates in the group were wailing.

What are you doing withdrawing! There is no time to save!

So lovely! Is it in the city library? New administrator?

Was the handsome manager fired before? ? ? Great! ! ! ! ! I can go chasing the goddess! ! ! ! !

...

The boy didn't even bother to reply to them. He felt that he had to make an after-sales call to ask what was going on. But now, let's take a photo of a beautiful woman first. Everyone has a heart for beauty.

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

It was extremely embarrassing to be caught taking pictures of someone else’s girlfriend. Song Yi's finger was pressed against the camera, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was very gentle: "Please don't take pictures in the library."

"Oh, good, sorry..."

"It's ok."

When Song Yi was gone, the boy quietly picked up the phone—fuck, why did the camera break? ? ?

He really wants to find after-sales service! ! ! !

Qing Huan watched the boys rush away, dragging his chin: "He doesn't read books?"

Song Yi said, "Boys at this age have no charm."

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

There was a surveillance video in front of Qinghuan. While noticing whether anyone came, she praised Song Wei: "It's too young and mature and handsome without you."

Song Yi felt that she was very good at talking, and just when he reached his heart, she asked, "Then which one do you like?"

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

Can it be sonorous, can it not be powerful? She didn't want to post it in the library.