Ninety-first bowl of soup (6)
The library, which has always been on schedule regardless of the weather, did not open its doors after the Sunday holiday!
And it was a full three days!
Today is Thursday, will the door be open? Is Mr. Song back yet? What's the matter, why haven't you opened the door for three days
The junior high school girl was very worried, so she skipped class. She slipped out through the back door in the early Chinese study under the cover of the boy who had a crush on her. The dean stood at the school gate, so she came out over the wall. Anyway, she can't understand if she stays in the classroom, so it's better to go and see the male god!
The urban beauty deliberately passed the library when she was going to work in the morning, to see if the door was open. Of course, to show that she was different from those who coveted Mr. Song's beauty, she brought the borrowed books with her. In this case, if the library Open the door, and she can go in naturally, and it's so early, maybe she can say a few more words to Mr. Song.
The university belle has no classes in the morning. Although a rich second generation who is chasing after her invites her to have lunch at noon, she still declines. The roommates who got up early in the morning were still surprised, and she didn't tell them why she was going. In the past few nights, she has been tossing and turning and can't sleep. What if Mr. Song resigns? For more than a year, she has never seen him not go to work outside of holidays.
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 have to confess their love today!
The university flower has known Mr. Song for the longest time, but until now she only knows his surname Song, and she doesn't even know his name, let alone his mobile phone number or other contact methods. Mr. Song disappeared, and she couldn't even find him. know where to look.
The library opened at nine o'clock. The junior high school girl skipped class and took a few buses. The urban beauty parked her car across the road and watched. The university belle was already waiting at the door.
Finally, the familiar black car drove over!
Mr. Song is here!
He's coming to work!
The urban beauty was overjoyed. She first took out the powder, adjusted her clothes in the small mirror, and touched up her makeup by the way. She got out of the car after making sure she was in good shape. The college girl squeezed the breakfast bag in her hand, she was both happy and nervous, ah, how should I greet Mr. Song? Hello? Will it seem too deliberate. did you have breakfast? It doesn't seem to be suitable... How should I put it
A bus stopped in front of the platform, and a girl with blond hair and a school uniform skirt was obviously shorter than others, and her belly button was exposed in her top.
Three women headed towards the library at the same time.
Until they saw Mr. Song.
Chaoyang released thousands of golden lights behind him. He is still wearing a simple shirt and trousers today, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His black hair is combed very neatly, 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 him take a woman by the hand.
As far as a woman is concerned, she is not very big in terms of grades. She is older than a junior high school girl and younger than a college girl. Because she lowers her head, she can't see what she looks like, but she has a very good figure. That white off-the-shoulder dress, Showing her crisp breasts, slender waist and hips without omission, the exposed legs are thin and white, long and straight, stepping on the high heels, even the toes are round and white, bright red nail polish Make 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 held the girl's face with one hand. The two exchanged a short sweet kiss, and Mr. Song led her over again. up.
It is hardest for university campuses to accept this reality. She took a few steps back, and the breakfast she bought specially for Mr. Song fell to the floor with a thud. The soy milk in it broke, and the white juice spilled all over the floor.
The 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 it and glanced this way, then blocked the girl behind. The subconscious protective gesture made it clear that he was indeed different to her than he was to other people, and very different.
"Uncle!" The junior high school girl shouted, pointing at Qing Huan unceremoniously: "Who is she?!"
In the past, Song Yan was always smiling, gentle and easy to talk to everyone, maybe this made some people think that he has no temper. It's like the little girl in front of him, what's her name, he didn't pay attention, she was always chattering very loudly. Song Ni disliked 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 disturb the junior high school girl, she still asked persistently: "Why haven't you come to work for three days?"
Song Yan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but she was not happy: "I don't think I have the obligation to tell you."
Qing Huan gently pulled his hand. He thought he had frightened her, so he put his arm around her shoulder and walked around the little girl.
"Uncle!" The junior high school girl yelled again, "I like you!"
She was probably...about fifteen years old, but Qing Huan blinked her eyes when she yelled that she liked you so loudly, and didn't get involved. She believed in Song Yan's charm. Even if this man didn't do anything, even if he stood there, he could attract countless people who were crazy about him.
Song Yan didn't look back and didn't 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 them at all. This little girl was always talking loudly on the phone or chatting in the library, or she just brought some snacks to eat. He reminded her, but she thought it was a good way to talk to him. He changed his mind by refusing to enter the library.
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 Ye would hide them in her coat When a woman's lip print or freshly painted nail polish is found on a pocket or clothes, everyone knows why.
He eventually threw all those clothes away.
This college girl is also very interesting, with a pure and lovely appearance, every time she sees him, she is full of affection, very reserved and reserved, very classical beauty. It's a pity that Song Yan has seen her get off different people's cars, be picked up by different people, accept flowers and gifts from different people, and at the same time gently refuse.
It's just people who have nothing to do with him, so he doesn't care about them. If this obsession doesn't bother him, he doesn't care at all. Song Yan is not interested in other people's joy, anger, sorrow, joy, birth, old age, sickness and death. But once the emotions of outsiders make him feel uncomfortable or make his woman feel uncomfortable, then he will not be so easy to talk about.
A beast that crawls and sleeps soundly is also a beast.
The little girl is at the age where she loves to dream, and she probably also likes some sadomasochistic love stories, and she will overcome difficulties and refuse to back down. She doesn't care about Song Yi's rejection at all: "I will definitely catch up with you!"
Song Yan ignored her.
When passing by the urban beauty, the woman in her thirties was keenly aware of something, so she smiled at Song Yan: "Good morning, Mr. Song, I have finished reading the book these few days, and I have been wanting to change it. I am so sorry so early."
Song Yan smiled slightly: "Please."
"Mr. Song..." The pure school girl bit her lip. The delicate nude makeup made her look very fresh and beautiful, and the lip-biting makeup was even more pitiful. This is from the boy who waited for her breakfast at the door of the girl's apartment in the morning. I can tell. "This...is your girlfriend? Why did you suddenly have a girlfriend after three days of absence... Ah, I'm sorry, I have no other intentions, but I have known Mr. Song for so long, and I haven't heard Mr. Song mention it Where's the girlfriend..."
Low-ranking, despicable and obvious methods may be useful for dealing with young boys who have just entered the world, but in the eyes of Song Yan, they look like a clown. Among those women who come to the library under various names, these three are the most outstanding. Song Yan can see the essence of others at a glance, so she never gets too close to others. Because he feels that once people get close to each other, many ugly things have nowhere to hide.
Therefore, when the goddess in his dream appeared, he would hug her into his arms desperately.
He always felt that he had no resistance to Qing Huan.
Although it shouldn't be like this, he chooses to follow his heart.
"Why should I mention it to you?" Song Yan pushed down his glasses, "Do we know each other?"
Maybe some people like to be vacillating, ambiguous, and beautiful women throw themselves into their arms, and it is inevitable that they will be a little vanity. Especially for such a beautiful and shy female college student, even a hard-hearted person should not have the heart to speak harshly. Who told her to be beautiful and pure, and also to be infatuated with herself
It's a pity that Song Ni 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 beside Mudan.
It was the first time for Xiaohua to be treated like this by a man. Over the past year, she had hinted at Mr. Song in various ways, but the other party didn't seem to understand it at all. Xiaohua always thought it was for sex, thinking that Mr. Song was enjoying her own fawning And Aimu, how do you know that people really don't remember her, and they really don't know her name—when she "accidentally" lost N times student ID, exam admission card, ID card and other things with private information .
People often forget things in the library, and Song Yan will put them away in the lost and found box. Apart from touching books, he doesn't like to interact with people.
So, he picked them up with tweezers.